fortheSoul

 How beautiful is this word: RELY. To rely and to be able to be relied upon is one of the most wonderful feelings in this universe, I believe. We all love, but we are also scared of it, scared of how we may overburden someone with it, or be overburdened with someone’s love. To love means to let go, but to let go is tough, it is difficult to not expect and to just be. Isn’t it? At least I found it so, thinking how can I just let go of it all and be; and if I am mindful of it I am lost in the calculations of the same. Calculations are a spiral, aren’t they? Is this enough, or maybe too much, I hope it isn’t too soon, or maybe I am taking time and what not. It is a never-ending debate in the mind, a conversation with no conclusion and more importantly such a draining one. So how am I supposed to love and be there in that bliss is what I always asked myself. I am a giver, but to categorize and give in proportions makes me lose myself. How can I love and not lose myself? How...

We’re chasing, you and I, all of us. We’re chasing the dreams, the ideal lifestyle, the perfect skin or body, or just something. We’re hustling, doesn’t have to be physically each day or each time, but in our minds, we constantly are! This constant run feels exhausting, it feels as though my soul is slowly pulling away. But I don’t want to leave, not yet at least is what I say to myself. I don’t know why I am not able to pull back from the hustle, lean towards the calm, the peace and the silences. I know for sure that all this chasing isn’t going to lead me there, but I still go on. I’m trying to keep the chase on, but then I know in this dark tunnel that I am chasing and that I am engaged in this spiral. But I also seek for the light, the light at the end of the tunnel. The end of the tunnel is the light that I know I seek, but I haven’t yet found the courage to go that way. Today, right now all that I have is the slightest hope that somewhere deep down I do have the...

  How beautiful is this art of storytelling, what a wonderful use of words and voices, isn’t it? On that rainy day, over a warm cup of coffee you told me your story. I’ve known you for a while now, I’ve known that you like your coffee bitter, I’ve known that you love to read, I’ve also known what you’d call your perfect day; but your story told me so much more. Your story told me the journey you’ve had until the day we met, what made you the version of you that I meet today. How mesmerizing is it all, I say to myself and thank the universe for it all. I know now my dear, I hear you and I love you even more. For us to be together, we need to be vulnerable, we need to talk, we need to express, we need to lend a hand and hold each other. But most importantly, we need to stand by each other. You’ve let go of it all and so did I. We’ve heard each other, but we don’t hold on to any of it. We’ve heard each other and we’ve let go of it all. We know each other now, it is not to ...

  PC: Erkin Yılmaz When times were tough, I always stood waiting for it to pass. Through all storms I prayed for the light to come, for the rain to go away. So did I pray when there was pain, for the suffering to end, for the misery to end. I wished no harm, but just prayed for it to pass, for light to shine and for the ache to end. It took a while, but each time it did end, in its own form and time, but it did end. Once the calm was back, once the suffering had ended, I felt empty for a while. It was definitely what I prayed for, but the light also brought along the silence. It felt different, it felt strange to feel light and also to deal with freedom. I prayed for her pain to go away, I wished for her nights to be peaceful, I wished for her to smile again. Oh! I just for my grandma to feel whole again. Today, I see her chair empty, my heart aches to see this emptiness. It’s a big puzzle, my mind doesn’t know how to process this absence, but then again, the ...

  The Wildflower and the Butterfly. Picture Cr: Google images   In the middle of nowhere, in the chaos of life and amidst all the so many other things I found you, my oasis. You were my oasis in this big world, a safe haven, my abode, my grandma. I believe we were destined to find our way to each other at a point where silently our worlds started getting isolated. We were not lonely, but we started to feel unrelatable to others, with our own fights, our own battles in that moment, no matter how big or small they seem today, those battles meant a lot then. We grew closer naturally and I think that gave us strength to face our battles head on. Your wisdom and my youth are what we lent each other, that was our barter to rely on each other through days or nights that felt endless. We were surely under the same roof ever since I was born, but we were strangers until we did find each other.   You had this shield of strength around you that most couldn’t see th...

  Like a wall, you stood there strong and tall for me always. Like a tree, you gave me shelter and protection always. It is strange that none of us like to say it out loud, but dad you are the love of my life. In our silences, we have shown our love, in our smiles we have shown our joy. I’m grateful, there are bits of me that are like you, I’m grateful that in some ways I carry you. I am you, in ways I already know of and so many that I am not aware of, what a beautiful bond. Thank you, dad, for letting me tumble, letting me fall and letting me know that I need to carve my path with you alongside. P.C. Soosh You are my lighthouse dad, always standing tall and looking out for me, No matter how bad the storm is, no matter how strong the winds are, no matter what, you’ve been there. Words can’t describe what we share and what we’ve built, but all I can tell you today is: Let us share the love through our silences, let us show the care though our actions and now, ...

  There is a certain period of stillness that comes in life, this stillness comes around after it's all the happened . This stillness is what confuses you, makes you think whether you’ve done things right, or what went wrong, or could you have done something better and a zillion other things. To dream I believe is easy, at least for me it was and still is, dreaming is easy, dreaming is hopeful, dreaming is strength and it brings along a beautiful kind of grace around you . You glow differently. Once you have a dream, once you know what you are doing and slowly notice that you are moving towards your dream, the rest falls into place. There's no other way it could have happened for you, don’t forget you worked for it, every bit of it and yes, there has been this period of stillness that maybe was for too long and made you forget all about your hard work. But this still doesn’t scope out the fact that you, yes you did everything. It was you who put in the very last ounce ...

  At times when I am anxious, feeling jittery I think of you. I think of you, you who is not yet here, you who hasn’t yet walked into my life, and you who might not walk into my life, who knows. I’m not disheartened or upset by the fact, rather this thought is so powerful that I feel whole!   I think of you, you who I lean upon, you who I unconditionally love. On a hot summer day, you are like the cool breeze that hits me, brings me right back and makes me feel home. You are my shelter, even though I am my home. You are my pillar, whereas I am my foundation. How glued are we together, but still how beautifully can we drift!   I know in me is you, and that bit of you is what I’ll carry to my grave and beyond. To my grave and beyond, I promise shall you go with me, and so many more bits of you’ll.   Bits of the stranger who smiled at me that afternoon, the bits of my mother waking me up for school, the bits of my grandma plating the pudding fo...

Lying down under the majestic green soul,  gently being touched by the breeze and tickled by the grass beneath, I look above. I look above at the blue sky, peeping sunlight, passing clouds,  chirping birds and all the mesmerizing shades of life around me. The green of gardens, the blue of oceans, the yellow of sunlight,  the silver of clouds, the white of satin, the red of lips and the black,  the brown and the fair of skin.   Isn't it magical, maybe like a warm-ecstatic spell?   Does it not make you strive blissfully?  Does it not make you feel the beauty in variance?  Does it not make you dance with joy or fall in love? Shades are the glitter, the sparkle and the cherry to life.  Otherwise its all black and white, maybe grey! Look around, feel the vibrance, feel the smell, feel the touch,  feel the warmth, feel the love..  Embrace it all. Brown eyes or bruised eyes, red lips or torn lips..  A golden heart and the rainbow of l...

 I locked myself away from all the screens, all the music, all the support and light, I sat down in the quite corner in my home, in silence and stared at a photograph from my childhood. Time kept passing by, but I didn’t waiver, I kept on staring. Trying to remember each detail, trying to go back to the little me. I was trying so hard, and for so many times until now, that I really wanted for it to work this time.   I really wanted to remember each detail about the little me, about how she looked and smiled, Because I really wanted to be able to see her when I close my eyes. I wanted to be able to visualize her. I wanted to see her in front of me when I close my eyes.   And blessed was I, because that someday was today, yes, I succeeded, I met her, I could see her today. This tiny little human stood in front of me, smiling, unaware all the reality rushing towards her. Unaware of all the not so big things, that will take her away from all her little joys....

 Every sunrise brings new hope, a new chance to start over, a new beginning. We all are bound in our lives to our habits or patterns or old spirals, we often want to start afresh, but are pulled back. It is only natural, this was how life was, this was how your body and mind functioned, this is what each cell of your body knew. New starts are a great chance, all of it have it at our choice but we need to agree that it is tough. It is a hurdle that we need to fight and win over. Don’t get disheartened when your old habit finds its way in, it will take time for it all to fade away. The day you make you mind up is just the first step, but for each cell to now align to this needs time. For this new you to be born, patience and perseverance is what is needed. Whether it be 21 days or 50 days, it is your will to show up everyday and constantly fight the old patterns and build the new that makes the difference. Give yourself time, be patient with yourself, be kind to yourself and ...

  To fly high and reach the sky.. High, so high that the world would seem ant size.. My dreams are big and all I keep telling myself is that: " Believe and you will achieve them". But the path tests me at every step I make.. Whenever my mind took the first step, it felt as if the cosmos conspired for everything around me to pull me back.. That did take a toll on me and also tried to break me somewhere inside, but then that is how you are tested, tested to see if you really need or want this, or maybe just the one last chance to say no before it all happens for you.. It is in that moment when I gathered myself and stood up for myself, stood tall to face it all.. To face all the hurdles and challenges, and to fight them over.. It is in that moment when I knew that: Yes, I need this and that I am open to welcoming this. I think this is what it all means, this is the purpose of the time that tests us, tests us right before we think that it is all falling into place. So my dear,...

There are thoughts that come and go, you think of many things right, you might have picked them up from something you saw today or heard someone say or read it in a book or so many more such instances. Then there are thoughts instilled by society, thoughts that are running through you since generations, so deep and rooted that they never seem to leave. Or at times they are so deep rooted that it becomes quite difficult to even notice their presence. One such thought I always struggled with was that of – “You don’t have enough time, enough time to achieve, to love, to travel and what not!” Yes, I am pro for - Carpe diem, yes seize the moment, yes live as if it is your last day – but don’t rush. Don’t rush through it all, through the bucket list or to do’s or simply your wants.    Don’t sprint on the sidewalks, enjoy them. Don’t tap your foot when on the metro, don’t stare at the clock for the time to pass. Don’t do that! These are all moments that are happening to you in your “...

The ocean breeze, the slightly warm sand, the gushing waves and the longing, my longing, walked together that night. A lonely walk with myself, on a night when the stars chose to shine brightly, on a night where my soul held my mind, so fragile and so lost. Seeking to be seen, to be held and to be loved. It was the need for love and care and maybe a little desire, that rushed within me. I wanted this for me too, I wanted this from someone else, it felt like on that night I needed it from someone else. So bad, that all that I had within me turned into sorrow, into grief and into pain. We often tend to search for love around us, or at least on that night I did.  I believed to feel what I wanted, I had to get it from someone. Not me but someone. What I forgot that night was that love is an emotion, an emotion so powerful that it can break barriers, move mountains and melt the world away. It can make time stop, make everything stand still and yet feel like a warm breeze on ...

Cr: SOOSH How wonderfully have we been growing through life. Maybe you noticed it or maybe you didn’t, but you are growing through life. There is no other way, how can you live a day and not grow? Does that make sense, not to me at least. Let me tell you a little about how I realised that even though we are all growing, how different it is for each one of us and what made me look at it all differently. I was sitting on the sofa, with my coffee and trying to have the best of time while sipping it listening to my favourite song. My father while walking across rooms, trying to find his glasses or maybe was on call, I don’t exactly remember. Song after song, from my most cherished playlist kept playing and I was humming along, sipping coffee and to put it simply, was in heaven! An hour later, my father sat next to me and we talked about the coffee, how strong it was and how I loved it, just like him. And that is when, the playlist ended and he said to me – “The kind of music yo...

My grandmother's granddaughter, My father’s daughter, My mother’s child, My sister’s partner, My best friend’s bestie, And a stranger to a stranger, I am so many, I am me.   You are more than what you think my love. Yes, you are the Hero of your story, but you also play so many roles in that of others. We walk through so many lives unnoticed and unaware, isn’t it magical? You made someone’s day, inspired someone to be or do something more, you made someone laugh, you motivated someone, you did so much, my love. You don’t know all of this, but trust me you did effect lives. We are all in a journey trying to make it home, trying to do our best and most importantly we are all trying to reach the end. It might be a different struggle you go through, but all of us are in the same hustle. On a day when you feel like giving up or you feel like no one is there next to you, I hope you remember whatever little you did or how you helped someone is pushing them to go on...

Home, what a beautiful word. The word itself radiates warmth; makes you feel like spring is around the corner. It makes you feel as if it’s time to let go of all that worries you and just bloom. Just be. It’s a safe haven, where we can be our truest version, without any judgements or stares or doubt. No filters and no burden to fit in or be good enough. Every house isn’t a home, of course there is food, shelter and clothes in both but love is what makes the difference. Love, now that’s a tough one, or maybe not, I still wonder. For me, home and love are both the same, a sense of warmth. Close your eyes, imagine yourself with a cup of coffee, a blanket wrapped around you and right then the cold breeze that gently touches you with the sun shining brightly above. The feeling is of warmth; that is how a house should feel when there is love – that’s a Home! I’m not talking about your lover or soulmate when I talk of love, rather I am purely talking of the sense of warmth. When...