I write about happenings that inspire me all day through, incidents that effects my intellect. i weave words through my imaginations and incidents that happen to me in real and in my dreams.
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This awesome art is captured by Binish Varghese
Once upon a time there lived Alcohol in a big bottle. Sparkling in all its glory, it gleamed and shined in the night. A broken heart destroyed by the charms of a beautiful ladycame one day and opened the bottle. He poured the sparkling liquid into a shining glass. The glass and wine looked beautiful together but their love story was short lived as he gulped it down slowly slowly, peg by peg down his throat. He felt sober, he felt weird, he felt nausea tic. There was a cocktail of emotions forming inside him. His feelings came to brim and he puked them all out onto the three bottles that he emptied. Paintings emerged, on one the image of the girl he loved, on second the storms he was facing within and on third emerged the dark nights, he was going through. His friend captured them all and it became an art, a story, a memory, a masterpiece.
There was a post on facebook “Since sex got easier to get, love got harder to find”, a quote that drew my attention. I kept thinking about it and felt curious about it, I forwarded this quote to my friends and got a good collection of thoughts, opinions, and perceptions. Here are some of them:- 1) Maybe, I think people find no difference between love, infatuation, attraction or whatever they call it. 2)Hmmm, its all bullshit, sex is not the only need between sincere lovers. 3)People do so much sex this days that sex has lost its importance like it was making love isn’t it, now its just sex, the love part is gone. All are lust driven and there ain’t any love. After being physical throughout their relationship, when they get married. What is left to explore and it’s after marriage they realize the real face of their better half, for before marriage they were too busy into each other to look at each other. 4)No, I don’t think so you always have a choice to choose. If you want sex, you get it…
When Sherin returned to the apartment , she shared with Maddy, she
found him waiting for her. He was very drunk. “You bitch”, he yelled. ” Where have you been all night? ” It would not matter what she said. Maddy knew that he was
going to listen to her apologies, beat her up, then take her to Bed and forgive
her. But instead of apologizing Sherin said,” With another Man,
Maddy. I have come up to pick up my things.” And as Maddy watched her in disbelief, Sherin went into the
bedroom and began to pack.
“For Christ sake, Sherin,” he pleaded. “ Don’t do this! We love
each other. We are going to get married.” He talked to her for the next half
hour, arguing, threatening, cajoling and by that time Sherin had finished packing.
She left the apartment
and Maddy had no idea why he had lost her, for he did not know that he had
never possessed her.
In the beginning was Word and the word was with God and the word was God. – St John 1:1
This verse from the gospel of St John is enough to prove the power of word. Words are powerful because the words you write, the words you say express your thoughts within. They affect the people around you, they inspire your very own surroundings. Words have the power to inspire; they have the power to motivate the weakest souls, to break the strongest hearts, to heal the broken wounds. Words are double edge swords, they can make you fall in love, They can make you fall out of love. They are soothing, so are they hurting. I do wish to spread love, a lot of love but I am a mortal man, I may fall down at times, I have my mood swings, I do go into depressions, I do feel weak and lonely at times, so rather than spreading love I would say, Issac would write his heart out, writing out those strong emotions that bombard his heart.
As this Day is the first day of the year 2017, I wish to start the year on a…