Great souls always exist

Great souls always exist

There are situations in our life when we face our tough times, that time we lose our all abilities. Even choosing one thing to eat among two becomes difficult for us. That time everything seems scattered, nothing feels in our control. All the doors seem closed and broken us do not use our brain. We become emotional that time and knock every door with a hope and when the doors do not open for us then we get demoralize.

Same happened with me and I also got demoralize that time. But I was somewhere lucky because I knocked one door of a pious soul. Although it was a closed door that was also expected to be closed but it opened. The soul from that door pretended harsh and cruel. It simply denied helping me and asked me to choose my own way and it took its steps back but the door was left open. I was a fool who believed in words that I would not get any help. That time I did not see the door which was left open for me. The soul finally found me very foolish and started giving me clues and helping me silently.

I didn’t realize that when the tough time passed, when I collected all scattered things and when I was rebuilt. Then I realized that the cruelty and harshness were all false. It was a divine soul who wanted me to put my efforts. It taught me actually that without own efforts one cannot achieve anything. The soul played beautifully.

There are souls to show us the way but in the end walking or not is only in our hands.

Agony : Unsaid Truth

Agony

I don’t know what life is but if it is good then it was when I was with you, though it was for very short time. It is something I cannot define; only a one who has been in this can understand its beauty. And if it is bad then it is something I am living now, everything is bad without you sweet heart.

I cannot explain this but I wish no one to understand because to understand one has to be in this. It is some agony, an agony from which the desire is to come out but being helpless or say somewhere it has become an addiction of staying in the memories of beloved. When people know about you, they suggest you to move on or ask you to be practical but it is not about practicality or moving on. I don’t know which kind of agony is this but it is something very painful. It teaches you almost everything; it makes you generous because you start understanding other’s pain too. At times it makes you smile on you. It makes you patient. You slowly stop expecting things not because you become a satisfied human but because you start leaving all threads of fascination. You don’t realize that when you become a wanderer with some unknown quest. You don’t realize that when you stop your pursuits.

You become a human who has some pale on face, you stay calm for the most of the time but when you lose it, only emotions fall. Difficulty is not in surviving but when it is after living then it kills you every moment.