Don’t expect me to smile always.
I have my down moments too.
He never cared what is happening around him. Never he looked over shoulders. Never he was seen indulged in loose talks. What to say more, rarely he smiled too….he was not even found showing any gesture of social interactions.
“What a life less soul , he is”, his colleagues pitied him.
“Seems one of his screws is loosely connected”, people sympathized. “How can he be a human without any blah blah chats in life”
But he was least bothered on all such sympathies and gossips
He thought, “Silly people, what do they know about me? Simply wasting their life in all those gossips. When will they understand the worth of what they are losing? Just living if the wind is favourable in their path, spending time peeping over the window of their neighbors. Never you people will understand what I am thinking. So start living, stop cursing me and laughing at me”
After thought: Sometimes we feel pity for othes thinking about their poor life conditions or unhappiness in life or anything like that. But actually we are fooled in a way. Those people understand everything including our thoughts. And in fact they are feeling pity for us..how ironic!
Frantic buzzing echoing in ears
Tempting to ignore the rhythm of routine
Waves of worries dancing around
Drawing to fall in the pool of uncertainties
The stubborn heart trying hard
To stop the nerves from breaking n bleeding
Lips weaving a forged smile
To bring her back from the emotional edges.
Have a fake smile if you don’t have a real one..
At least it’s good for your facial muscles..
And who knows if it’s gonna glued in your face forever..
അതൊരു വ്യാജന് ആണെന്നു ഉറപ്പു തന്നെ. എന്നാലും കൊള്ളാം. മുഖം വലിച്ചു നീട്ടി ഒരു കൃത്രിമച്ചിരി വരുത്തിയപ്പൊ പേശികളൊക്കെ ഒന്നു അയഞ്ഞു, ബലം പിടിത്തമില്ലാത്ത ഒരു കോമണ് മാന് ആയി.
She took a long hot bath. The heavenly smell of rose water spread all across the apartment. I was impatiently waiting for her in front of the dressing table. I want her to be wholly mine before she puts on any powder and paint. Even the carpet was waiting for her to come out, to feel her wet foot.
Finally, the princess opened the door slowly. She was damn beautiful in that smooth silky gown. She smiled at me. Oh, how can I resist her seductive looks? Still I just pretended as if I was looking out of the balcony window.. She came to me with that naughty smile, hugged me so tightly, that I couldn’t even breathe. Then…
Then she put me on her face. She wanted me with her always. No one can take their eyes off her ‘masked’ face. Yes, I am the MASK who protects you from being hurt or rejected.
Let me say “Honesty is the best policy, which is true. But what if someone feels exhausted living in an authentic way.. Ah! , is that possible..? Maybe that’s why people start to wear me to hide their identity and finally forget who they were actually. I am the sign of your weakness. Think twice before you put me on”
തന്റെ ഇംഗിതം നിറവേറാന് പോകുന്നതിന്റെ നിഗൂഢമായ ആനന്ദത്തോടെ അയാള് ചിരിച്ചു.നിഷ്കളങ്കമായ ഹ്റുദയത്തിലേക്ക് വിദ്വേഷത്തിന്റെ കൊടിയവിഷം കുത്തിവെച്ചതിന്റെ ചാരിതാര്ഥ്യം അയാളുടെ കണ്ണുകളില് നിഴലിച്ചു.
അന്നേരം ആ നിഷ്കളങ്ക ഹ്റുദയം പൊട്ടിച്ചിരിക്കുകയായിരുന്നു, യാതൊരു വിദ്വേഷവുമില്ലാതെ….
He smiled, a smile of crookedness after injecting poison to an innocent heart. But the innocent heart was laughing silently.
Little Girl : Aunty, You look very beautiful
Mom : Oh! Sweeti, thank you so much. You are also very cute.
Son (standing nearby) : (Laughing silently)
Mom : Hey you fool, why were you laughing then..?
Son : Ah, she was telling the same thing to every mom she met today
Mom : Pling !
Affirmative or constructive comments stimulate us a lot. It’s an art to speak in that way. Even in this wordpress world, we always feel better to read comment which has got something to tell us positively. It could be even a critic one, but makes us to wear a thinking hat after reading it.
I don’t mind whatever you tell me as I have a got a filer to my senses and a powerful blessing of short term memory with respect to the bad. 😉 (Of curse, it doesn’t mean that I am trouble-free.)
But I have seen some offensive comments, going on here and there, especially with people who may not have such a “filter”.
Why do we want to hurt someone’s ego with an offensive comment..?
So just a thought:
Why can’t we make them smile with our comment..?
Why can’t we make them feel better with our approach..?
Please don’t hesitate to offend me now, if you feel in the other way. 😉
People may tell like, “I don’t mind whatever you think about me. I will say whatever I think”. Even then, my question is, “Do your inner self agree to your offensive nature? Can you still continue without least botheration of your words..?”