THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

People are all the same.They give promises not to be fulfilled but to be broken. To keep a soul closer, they offer sugar coated candies.They intend no harm, but their actions turn out to be heartless.They say they are not bees, moving from flower to flower, but how far the bee can be a beetle? Dramatic they are that their plays are popular far across seas. Yet they are not considered actors, but humans. They Masquerade, among lonely people to drain out their only original self and produce a fake one with glittering masks.Sigh and Applaud. A.C

The more you hate,the more you love. The more you forget, the more you remember. The more you become unearthly,the more you turn earthly. The more you doubt, the more you start to believe. The more you try to be material,the more you become spiritual. The more you look into peripheral, the more you go deeper. The more you suppress, the more you express. The more you look forward, the more you look back. The more you try to be lonely, the more you are surrounded. The more you try to be concrete, the more become abstract. The more you try to be stable,the more you go insane. The more you fix yourself, the more you wither away. You are a flower of contradictions drooping into lonely waters. It's difficult to be stable, but easy to go insane. Fix the roots and face the bloody sun. A.C

#Latepost പണ്ട് എപ്പോഴോ കുത്തിക്കുറിച്ചത്! പ്രണയമാണെനിക്ക്, മഷിപുരണ്ട തൂലികയോടും, വെളുത്ത കടലാസിനോടും, കടലാസിൽ പറന്നിറങ്ങുന്ന അക്ഷരങ്ങളോടും, ചിതലരിച്ച പുസ്തകങ്ങളോടും, എൻ്റെ തലച്ചോറിൽ കത്തിപടരുന്ന ആശയങ്ങളോടും, പിന്നെ ഉറവ വറ്റാൻ തുടങ്ങുമ്പോൾ നിറഞ്ഞൊഴുകാൻ സഹായിക്കുന്ന ഒരു പറ്റം നല്ല മനുഷ്യരോടും. A.C

I miss the old me. I see her lost in the seat of swing, amidst the circus clowns, stuck in the happy dialogues,shut in the black and white emotions, trapped in the school bag, hemmed in the magic lamp of Aladdin.And  I see her forlorn attempts to escape being prevented by a flood of boring unprecedented emotions. A.C

Written on 21/09/2018 "Mia Hall: What am I gonna do? I am being completely torn in half. Kat: You're going to go to Julliard and play the hell out of your cello. Or, you're not. You're gonna stay with Adam and have lots of amazing adventures. Or you're not. Or maybe tomorrow, the Earth's gonna smash into a meteor, or it's not. Life is this big fat gigantic stinking mess. But that's the beauty of it too. Whatever you do, I support you. Either way, you win. And also either way there's something that you lose. What can I say, baby? True love's a bitch". . . . The beautifully woven love story of Mia and Adam, the love between Cello and Guitar. The love that you keep alive even when you are torn apart. If you choose to stay love can do a lot of miracles. But if you choose to leave, love withers out into oblivion.❤️ #ifistaymovie

A dream. I opened my eyes and saw the monster lying beside me. He grunted and each breath of him sent away a thousand dusty messengers to the other side. The place seemed to be somewhere far across seven hills and seven seas. He was ugly and hairy, but the moonlight brought a divinity to him. I wasn’t cold or chilled. Was it trauma or trance? I didn’t even try to run away, And suddenly he woke up and muttered some familiar things. He took my hands in his. I felt a familiar sensation escaping my body. When I looked into his eyes, I found my world collapsing before me. I saw a jigsaw puzzle of dreadful images. His eyes were sparkling like Sirius. Those rays pierced into my eyes that at once I became blind. I felt as if we had a telepathic connection I wanted to stay there a little longer, but he left my hands and me just like that. Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on my sleeves. I woke up. I felt my watery eyes and the littl

Everytime there came a music from the old devastated house on the hilltop.It wasn't jazz or melody or rap or opera. It sounded the broken soul. The long lost soul set to dwindle and shrink in solitude.Sewed into melancholy and dresssed in rhapsody,the hilltop triumphed over the hurricane of that season.And the music from the house gradually faded away,to welcome the next season. A.C 

I know that the fire would eat me up.It would open it's mouth and carry me away into the darkest corners of entrancement.But once the spell is broken I will come out and celebrate the scars that I longed for.Then no Peonies or Tulips could heal or soften my bloody scars.Because sometimes a bleeding heart outgrows a physical scar! A.C

Pic Credits:  https://instagram.com/loeildeos?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=i0rs0d7orc3 Touch the tides and feel their ebb. Wait for the summer, let the sun rays sieve through your hairs. Listen to the song of cuckoo and be her whistler. Welcome the autumn,let him bury your thoughts. Touch the trees and feel the pain of his boughs. Wait for the day,see the waking up of shameplants. Hide in the darkness,see the bad dreams being entrapped by dreamcatchers. Wake up and listen the song of crickets. Listen to the lullaby of moon for the stars. Pretend sleeping,find out the filler of stockings with gifts. Trap the spring on the first day. Appreciate the oyster for its pearls. Talk to the seahorses,defeat them in a race. Find out the spirits of unicorns,let them make a potion with the long horn. Gift some baby's-breath to the dead ones. Gather all the miracles of nature in a cauldron, spell the magical words. Get the paste done and heal the miseries of gl

Get a job and earn money. Go to the mountains. Built a wooden cabin in a secluded area near the river. Bring your old books. Hang your Dreamcatcher. Play some classics. Scribble down when you feel. Listen to the song of birds. Make some coffee. Hum the songs you craved for. Get into some gypsy clothings. Wander lonely. Breathe in the air you longed for. Whisper to the winds. Shout out all the secrets that suffocated you. Capture some fireflies,trap them in a jar. Dance in that light. Get lost in a world of your own. Be your own passionate lover. Enjoy your solitude. Discover yourself. A.C