When a tree suffers from a disease,
its struggles often show on its leaves.
The change in their color
along with the formation
of patches and holes,
is usually a sign for its caretakers
to step in and offer the help that it needs.
Maybe, the world would be
a lot more kinder,
if our sufferings too,
were visible on our faces.
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It's when you live
in a house for a
long enough time
that you begin to
see its shortcomings;
a jammed window,
a swollen wall,
a broken light.
People are just the same,
except that they make
you believe that you
were the one who
caused all the damage
in the first place.-
If you leave something
dipped in paint
for a long enough time,
there are chances that it would
never really regain its original colour
and thus, could be spoiled beyond repair.
I wonder, if it's the same with people,
as they too, become unrecognizable
once they have allowed themselves
to surrender to someone else's influence.
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They say that
when you die,
you see a glimpse
of your entire life
in about seven minutes.
I don't know what people
see in their last few minutes,
but I'm quite sure that
I am only going
to see you in it.-
Like a kaleidoscope,
that shows different
images to everyone
who looks inside,
the world too,
is a different experience
for everyone
who's ever
walked in here.-
When little humans
learn to take big steps
and we allow them
to walk by themselves
as we should,
we're all sometimes,
a little afraid of
them going a bit too far
and hurting themselves
as they vanish out of our sight.
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I saw a tree
quietly selecting
and shedding off
its leaves that were
not required any longer
and it was only then that
I realized that I too,
should let go of people
and places that do not
bring me peace
any longer.
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You can't remould
or soften up the clay
that has dried up
and hardened.
You can only
break it into
pieces.
People too,
can't be changed
once their hearts
have hardened
and become indifferent.-
I wonder,
if it's our own doing
that shapes our destiny
or if we're predestined
to choose what we choose in life.
Either way,
we do not get to decide
what happens to us,
after we've made our choices.-
The tighter you hold on to sand,
the quicker it slips away from your hand.
People are like sand too;
the more suffocated,
they feel in a place or with a person,
the sooner they are going to leave.
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