Silent hours of the empty nights


Silent empty hours FRIENDS Rachel Green

 

Silent hours of the empty lonely nights,
Tears that stream down my cheeks,
While I stare in the space infinite,
Trying to draw pictures of you and me together,
A heart beat skipped,
When I randomly come across pieces of you,
All this, and so much more;
Have now become my best friends . . .


P.S.: Dedicated to all F.R.I.E.N.D.S. lovers ❤  Somehow, I wasn’t able to find the right image to go along this little poem of mine. I randomly surfed through several episodes of my favorite TV series FRIENDS and found the perfect one to go along – ‘The One With The List’; where Ross makes ‘the list’ about the not so good things about Rachel describing her as “spoiled, ditzy, too into her looks, and just a waitress” – but when he comes to Julie, all he can manage is: “She’s not Rachel”. They break up that night, leaving them both shattered and empty, staring out of the raining window, perhaps looking for pieces of their soul.

Which is your favorite F.R.I.E.N.D.S. moment and why ? Do let me know in the comments below 🙂

When nothing goes right, go WRITE !

When nothing goes right, GO WRITE

When nothing goes right, when you have no one to share the lonesome worries of your heart, go WRITE. Write to your journal, your dairy, your notebook, your email, your mobile app or your blog. Not because someone is going to read, write for yourself. Write to escape. Write to let go. Write to release – the pain, regrets and fears. Write not because you want to, write because you HAVE to.

Let your soul speak, unadulterated. Let it whisper, let it sing. Set it free with the words that flow. Don’t judge yourself, let your heart cry if it wants to. Give it an escape from all the masks you wear to shield your vulnerable self. Let it free from its synthetic laugh and allow it to mourn, to weep. Stop pretending to be strong and let your soul shatter and bleed on paper.

It is often when we acknowledge who we really are, where we stand and how we feel; can we move ahead. Write, not because it can heal all wounds, but because it will allow you to discover the other side of ‘you’. Write, because once you speak your heart out to your secret keeper dairy, the foggy night ahead of you will clear away and give way to the beautiful sunshine and the melody of the birds.

So, when nothing goes right; GO WRITE ! 🙂

Dreams that steal my sleep !

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Some time back I was discussing with a dear friend of mine about how dreams have the power to change lives. True dreams aren’t the ones which we see while asleep, they are the ones that make us forget our hunger and sleep. They lead us to be passionate enough, to make sacrifices for which the world may call one “Crazy” or “Workaholics” !

A few lines from a Bollywood song which give the same message :

Jo tujhe jagaye
Neendein teri udaaye
Khwab hai Sachcha wohi

Neendon mein jo aaye
Jise tu bhool jaaye
Khwab woh sachcha nahin

Angaaron ko jagaaye
Koyalon sa jo gaaye
Khwab hai sachcha wohi

Lehrein jo uthaaye
Paaniyon ko hilaaye
Khwab hai sachche wohi

English Translation of this song is as below :

The one that keeps you awakes and steals your sleep,

That only is a real dream..

The one which you dream while asleep and forget when you wake up,

That is not a real dream..

The one which awakens embers, and which sings like cuckoos,

That alone is a real dream..

One which produces waves, and moves the oceans,

That only is a real dream..

I listen to this song often every time I need some inspiration.

Dreams give us vigor and passion. It is the beauty of risking every cent you have for a dream that nobody sees but you.

Don’t just follow your dreams,

CHASE THEM ! 🙂