The real meaning of the word ‘Secret ‘ is something that is meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. How many of us really follow the actual meaning? In this chaos world, it is hard to find a bare soul.
I doubt about many keeping secrets as unknown or unseen but I am pretty sure, each one of us will hold some secret for the whole life. When I look around, I feel the world’s transparency is so beautiful as well as the questioning one.
We expect someone to unravel our secrets. It’s a human nature to have own secret but also share it with someone trustable. Not everyone takes an immense interest in listening to other’s secrets.
I say ,I am an open book. I also wear the mask like everyone else does. I am not good at lying as I can fake smiles all the time. Like many other people, I am broken into pieces from inside and out . Can everyone else see the broken image of mine? They can only see the fake smiles.
When I fail to smile, When I am out of words , my face turns expressionless, my quietness turns into darkness, & sometimes my bemused look allows people to judge me.
Angry, Boring, Rude, Saddest are the words I am tagged with.
I said ,I am an open book but seemingly not everyone can read it. I feel like screaming, I feel to thrash out everything off my mind. It’s not easy to carry the weight of memories, the volume of secrets, the regrets & sorrows, it acts like the poison & the good potion, haunts in dreams, plays in mind, the untold stories!
At times, I am scared of myself, I fear from my changes, I fear losing feelings & be a hard-hearted person.
The hardest part of living is to have painful thorns inside, blizzard of thoughts, binding to find answers, trying to break the walls , trying to open the doors, locked inside with no keys.
In search of the lost key, at once ,set oneself free, from all the heavy things on my mind. To breathe the fresh air, to unbind from all the secrets of my life.
Every time I share the same secret with a new person, I feel, I am reading my book with a new perception.
Not every one of us holds the dirty secrets. Some innocent ones & Some mischievous ones , Some struggling ones & Some broken ones. Sometimes we put the seeds of the secret in the few closed ones, they don’t let it grow either. That’s the best thing!
But the world is always not so fair , there are evils out there. The calumnies grow our secrets with spices & dung , spread it everywhere , thereby, arises nuisance rumors.
Be careful ,when to open up the secrets and when to lock it up. There are angels & demons seeking for it.
Most of the secrets are our life experiences. You may think you know a lot of secrets about someone ,there will always be something that person will never share with anyone throughout life. Take an interest in someone’s secrets and you will be tangled with him/her for a while or maybe for a longer time. Secrets are usually the interesting chapter of a hidden soul.
Missing a person who never existed till now and don’t know will ever be present in future
Wish I had someone who would greet me in the morning making me feel its a beautiful morning and so its gonna be a wonderful day ahead…
When I am about to decide what to cook for breakfast!! By the time wish someone with love would have already made breakfast especially for me … Perhaps tastiest and maybe my favorite breakfast..
Wish I had a great work to do throughout the day… interesting work ….I wouldn’t be bored with my job… Wish my teammates would be fun to work with.. Wish I would learn more new things adding myself to be more professional…
When I come back home Wish someone had already prepared dinner for me… I would just have it and sleep calmly …
If I am not on job then also wish someone is doing special things only for me… Wish I could simply enjoy playing guitar and singing & also having a cup of coffee at evening with fun -filled topics to talk…
When I am sick- wish someone would take care of me completely .. Wish my rooms were filled with fragrance of flowers & hence giving me strength as well as positiveness to recover…
Wish I could take a break from my routine life and go out somewhere … enjoy to the fullest … cherish every moment as if that is the last day of my life……
Wish someone was there to listen to me … talk about my dreams… I could have summarized my whole day …
Wish someone would hug me and tell everything will be alright and there is nothing to get worried about…
Everyone has big wishes of skydiving, scuba diving, para-sailing & do adventurous stuff …
For now, I wish I could play like kids again and have that innocent behavior in me.. I wish I could sing, dance like no one is seeing me as if I am happy flying bird…
Wish I could have that single day wherein I can stop thinking about every chaos around me and give my mind a serene peace or relief…
For a day if we happen to see all our little wishes being fulfilled it feels to be so blessed and fortunate enough…
Wish life was easy for at least a single day. I can fulfill these little wishes for others but will anyone do that for me???
Wait a moment …
hey, am I wishing a robot with feelings??
Is it my view or Is it the waves of depression everywhere?
Am I the only one seeing it or the clouds of anxiety visibly passing everywhere?
Can’t we take little steps to restore ourselves back? Can’t we attract the positive world to pick up the good vibes? Why do we have to choose thunder storms over sunshines? Why do we have to stay in the darkness, when there is a stay-cation to rehabilitate?
Nescient make jokes. They don’t know what happens, when the negative words are repeated. They make fun of the terms, slices of a sheer ignorance.
En-lighteners spread awareness. They seek for change. They don’t want anyone to feel left out. They fill up the void.
Everything happens online! But, do the offline society know it?
I told them, She has mental illness. They made questionable faces.
I said she has depression. They continued complaining about her.
I said she has sadness. They said, she is a weird woman. We don’t understand her. We don’t like her.
The butterflies in the stomach ,the blank mind,the trembling words,the vanished common sense,the elope to vivid sphere,the swirling felicity,the placid moment,the tranquillized smile widens,it's the crush on someone meant to be special.
I gathered all my hopes up, I became the strongest person again. I decided not to give up. I demurred, I was searching for justice. I had the right requirements to qualify but, I was rejected. Bribe made things easier for someone. Fake proofs were termed real. Maybe Deplorable. Silly me, I was searching for justice.
I had all the proofs, I had supportive people, I was on the right path, but I was searching for justice.
Many lawyers were murdered, murder cases turned as absurd suicides, alibis vanished, but, I was searching for justice.
Bold journalists were shot, proofs were buried, the story was remade abruptly, but, I was searching for justice.
Nations hosted meetings, Dealing were done, Innocent armies sacrificed their life. Why not seek justice?
Rape victims were banished, Rapists were absolved & worshipped, matter of life & death, matter of having fun, but, I was searching for justice.
Poor got poorer paying the pennies, Rich got richer by exempting from taxes. Charity was the way to exemptions and needers. Politics played the best game. Looting became a fantasy. I was searching for justice.
The actual prisoners get the luxury life, The innocent prisoners die in hell. How can I not search for justice.?
Culprit was given VIP protection, Witness was attacked multiple times, Yes ! I am in search of justice.
The battle of fair and unfair, The battle of theist & atheist, The quarrels in mind, Yet , I was searching for justice.
The wars are plotted. The innocents are slaughtered. The criminals are winning. The helpers are crawling. I could not acclimate, Hence, I am searching for justice.
Deceivers framed themselves as God/Goddess/Gurus. Received unlimited blind followers. Innocents were calumniated, Hope there is justice out there.
Astrologers beating scientists, Solution to all problems! No one saw future, But, astrologers earned the future emptying coward’s pockets. I am searching for Justice in every inch.
Battles for water resources, Battles for food supplies, Battles for land rights, Unforgotten we are all same humans, Our roots are the same. Ergo, who has found real justice?
Good people will give rise to more good people. Bad people will end at one time of era. It’s not the fable, It’s the reality, Into the abyss, I can’t stop searching for justice.
Alas ! I am not looking for someone with the name Justice.