It is hard to be pretentious in this world. Understanding people is hard and it makes life harder, so I mask my soul and show them what fits their ideals. But, they are so eager to find holes in that mask , to tear off that mask and reveal the true me and to watch my falls. All they want is to feel inferior to someone and feel good. What kind of joy it is? They seek pleasure through other’s weaknesses. Why? They make hard to conceal my demons. But as soon as I cross the line of their idealism, I see my demons imbuing my soul with colors of dreams and hopes and inspire me to continue this staircase to heaven which goes through hell. And the best part is, like orchids, my demons are several in number, yet each one is unique and so unreal, dispersing the a mystique aroma to different parts of my soul, each encouraging me not to give in to these people.

These people force you to wear that mask, and once you wear them they will criticize you for wearing it, they will become all cynical and condemn you for nurturing your demons, as I said, understanding people is hard and it makes life harder.

I have seen many people cursing those demons, hating their demons, avoiding their demons , but what one need to do is to embrace them, love them, nurture them or control them. Once, I used to avoid them to , ignore their complete existence. You can’t deny their existence, they will always lurk within your soul and if you won’t control them, they will haunt you for your life. Whatever the case may be, I am no one to advise you, but I am telling my life experience, so maybe it counts. Stop forcing people to wear any mask, and if they wear one stop trying pull that off. People don’t follow your ideals, it is alright to be different. You can’t judge their morals , their ethics are not yours to be criticized. And guess what, if their ethics doesn’t match your ideals, that doesn’t make them any bad. You are trying to shake their ethics and you expect you won’t get any repercussions.

For the world, these demons may signify my vulnerability, but they are source of my power. I nurtured them right.



As I loitered around those empty lanes ,
As I was lost in those silent boulevards,
I felt someone ,
I felt strange.
It came tip-toedly
and so quitefully,
it grasped me from behind,
it blocked me from every direction.
I kept on trying to get away with it,
I kept on fighting to loosen its grip.
Then, something about it strike my mind
many things about it intrigued my heart,
I felt he was no stranger,
a feeling of familiarity gushed in through my mind,
while it was tightening its grip,
I was pondering over countless options of who could it be.
It somewhat resembled my soul,
dark and so peaceful
but with some hues of blue
it was just like me
it carried something, which I carry with me.
And while I thought, he grasped,
finally revealing itself to be night,
dark with the tinge of blue,
black imbued with sorrows
so peaceful , yet so plundering,
so quiet , thus so thoughtful.
Then, night wrapped itself completely over my soul,
until they become one,
and at that moment, it felt soothing,
I felt powerful.
It gifted me with myriad of vivid thoughts,
I knew thoughts were my power,
And then, everything changed,
except the darkness.