The FLOOR.

Discovering my life as more spacious, felicitous in everything. Picturing my life as a hall in which my foot rests on the glass instead of marble. When i just glance over the hall it seemed to be picturesque and after contemplating the glass for a time it was shaping  something unusual. At first it seemed to be Homo sapien and then it was depicting you. There were some scratches on it which were un- repairable giving it a look of modern art, which most of don’t understand but appreciate it anyway. Being a human i could not understand the beauty of art or the complexity. As it seemed bewildering every-time i looked at it , i broke it, not realizing it supports me to stand. Surprisingly i felt on the different floor, different hall but the projections depicting you never made me feel alone. You’re the sunshine which rejuvenates me in any phase of the life.

Aspire!

The speech starts.

Me :Before introducing myself i would like to welcome the “Greatest person ever born on this planet” .( Audience thinking about all the greatest personalities in the world. )

Me : The title was given by or i can say it was accredited by , affiliated by some supreme power.
 (Audience bewildered)

Me : Before he comes to the stage i want everyone to close your eyes.  (Frustrated, they close their eyes)

Me: Slowly open your eyes, i know you must be confused that there’s no new entity or gentleman on the stage. But that great person is me, I know that’s an overstatement but think if you consider yourself as great , you would readily accomplish the thing you want , you desire.
(The whole audience roaring with the round of applause)

Light it up!

The sky engulfed by the reflection of lights.
The exhilaration of celebration reflected by the face.
New clothes,new hope adorned the beauty of body and mind respectively.
If a festival is potent to do this, "Har din tyohar ho".(Everyday be a festival).

What should i add?

The inner fire extinguished by the hallucination of reality.

But the man thought of an idea which is still reminiscing,ravishing the human race which made the fire refuse to loose it's enlightenment.

He discovered certain ingredients which if dissolved by any storm irrespective of the magnitude,

makes the hallucination neutral not affecting the fire of soul.

The news flashed all across the globe elating the face of people.

Entire human race was at the door step of the man, standing greedy asking for ingredient,the magic formula.

He vehemently replied Self-belief.

Ditzy-wanderer

Vivacious was the only adjective that struck his mind when he saw her, that stricken reminds him of the earth dawn by the meteors. His judgmental adjective holds true after knowing her for years. He fell for the most cliché feeling in this world called Love. The vocal cords were not responding, he thought a pen would help him, when she asked him “why do you love me?’. He was besieged by many thoughts which were so entangled, very difficult to let them free. The only thing he could do is to hug and make her hear his palpitations which would eventually answer her question. They smiled. Down the line he understood that time is potent which made him shoe and her lace, as she braced his soul enduringly in spite of not knowing how to tie how her own shoes duly.

Tenacious is the word of the day or my life. 
Having firm hold on something, that would make me jubilant or an attempt to make my life clear because to call it messier would make me a pessimist.
Keeping my status as "Adamantine" didn't help me. I guess this is the magic of life that gives you all possible signs or omens makes sure that you meet your purpose.
If people being judgmental is their only thing that would make me depressed as i have let down their convictions or most importantly myself. BUT writing realised my dream of expressing myself.
But i would not conclude here.
Thank you. 
P.S- i know the image above is not quiet relatable but profoundly shows that he got what he loves.

It was midnight around 2am. Harish was walking on the streets surrounded by the darkness and negative feelings which were stopping him to *climb the ladder* of progress in his career. He was asking for help but no one could help him, as he was not yelling around, it was just his soul which realized that freedom of speech doesn’t work for certain period and screaming is not the option everytime. After coming home, Mom exclaimed “where were you?”. He could not utter a word from his mouth, and mom understood something is wrong. So, Mom woke up at 7am made a delicious breakfast for him. As he waked up his normal routine started, brushing his teeth and some cardio exercises, but that day was something different Mom came towards him and Hugged and whispered “ Everything will be fine , I love you Beta”. By hearing that Harish broke down and cried , the tears from her eyes just could say “Mom, Thank you for supporting me in my wretched times*” Suddenly that one hug just made him to see the light in the darkness and apart from the breakfast , he could taste the delicious freedom from Negativity