Dear Universe

Is there such a thing as guilt-free, anguish-free, unsecretive, uninhibited happiness?
I think you owe me my fair share.

Sincerely,
Me

Unconditioned love

I am wondering, if it is fair or too much to be asked to be loved on all kinds of days.
Like when one is unwell, or having a bad hair day, or when a pair of jeans is making the ass look fat, or when one is cranky, or irrational or boring, or just not fun to be with. Like when you've had a bad day and are behaving unreasonably, not like your likeable self, is it justified to demand to be cared for the same. Or when you're depressed and looking like a mess, is it reasonable to want to be liked still.
Are we too demanding of our concepts of love and caring. Is it realistic or beyond-human?

Too bad if it isn't.

Torn

It's a tight line to walk
Pleasing different bits of you
You, wanting intimacy
You, demanding respect
You, trying to be free
And you, expecting, always
It's a tough, tight line to walk.

You couldn't turn your back to either
Without letting a part of you die
You know you can't please them together
You know you couldn't not try
But no matter what step you take
some would feel cheated, some stifled

So all you can do, I guess
Is fill each void a little each time
And letting a little be, hurting
Knowing that the sum of the parts
Will always fall short
For everyone
Especially for yourself

25.12

It's not the weight so much, it's the fat. Look at your pics from a couple of years ago. Rankles, but true.

Here, you're the only 16-24 friend I can recall. All rest are old hats. Ouch. Bad timing, or welcome to the club.

Meet her, she was my best friend in college. Past tense? Oh well.

25.11

Miss Five, I love you.
Miss Eight, you did great.
Miss Ten, it would be alright.
Miss Twelve, you did no wrong.
Miss Thirteen, you're not alone.
Miss Sixteen, don't fight yourself so hard.
Miss Seventeen, find yourself and let her be.
Miss Eighteen, let go of the guilt.
Miss Nineteen, just take the plunge.
Miss TwentyOne, ask what you need, don't need what you want.
Miss TwentyThree, watch what you're losing.

Miss Thirty, don't give up dreaming.
Miss Forty, don't tire out yet.

Miss of all ages, remember what we say: Smile. Come what may.

25.10

I don't have a true purpose in life. That's the biggest void.
But my fear is, if the void were to be fulfilled, do I have the requisite courage.
My question is, for me to muster the courage, do I have enough self-belief.
I wonder, if self-belief comes from strength of faith, how do I measure.
I guess, if faith is built with challenges of crises, I don't know if I have let myself be challenged enough.
I conclude, my purpose will challenge me.

I am ready. Waiting.

25.9

There's only one reality. Many appearances.

Hunting for the reality is not worth it. All truths are ugly in absolutes.

Holding onto reality is above everything else in life. Everything else in life is just a maze of half-truths.

We all tell stories. We all own stories. We all *are* stories. Not reality.

25.8

Love yourself.

Life's too short to wait for someone else to.
Life's too long to go without love.

25.7

Jeene ko hain pal chhin bahut abhi
Marne ko kai baar ji fir karega
Jo beet gaya woh kal bhi apna hi hai
Aane wale ko bhi dil apna hi kahega

25.6

Umr ke padavon par
Zindagi rukti to nahi magar
Mud ke dekhne ko peechhe
Kuch pal to chura sakti hai
Bigde hue ehsaason ko
Badal nahi sakti magar
Samet kar hatheli mein
Halka sa muskura sakti hai
Pal pal badti zindagi mein
Zinda-dilli mil jaye agar
Umr na ghate kabhi to kya
Zindagi ko to bada sakti hai

25.5

There's nothing in this world like friends. Especially old friends.
All the scientists around the globe trying to find ways to time-travel should explore the "being-with-friends" approach. There's certainly an invisible field that forms when old friends come together, seamlessly transporting them to treasured times.

And in that moment it struck me, nothing had really changed. We, all of us, were still us. Despite everything.

25.4

For you are my joy...

Bday Resolution: start losing weight. Can't stay so moti. Think it's time. :)

25.3

One reason to live:
The love in thy eyes.

More than good enough.

25.2

No reason to die.
No reason not to.

Life is suddenly illogical.

25.1

I'm not too young
To understand the pleasure
In staring in the eyes
Of my own fears.

I'm not too old
To get high blood pressure
From drinking the salt
Of my own tears.

Not yet.