Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

The sound shatters the wall of silence, Dawn adds gleam to night.  Wondering how ironical it is,  Not knowing what is about to happen next and we plan our lives. Chaos that mind goes through, is not new and there is nothing to hide, standing by the door wondering about the deep sky,  just wait and stare far at the horizon so wide.  Isn't it all a mere illusion,  you and I? Mirage as we know, the dream for open eyes. I decieve and smile through, that is is the trait of conceit. As a human, this role I have taken upon me, Because I got gifted with a fragile machine called mind. I have broken it and learnt, Only to fulfill, the things I like. Less to care about those around,  Exploit what comes my way. Failed at time to sync,  What I mean and what I say. Deep is the construct, as I  delve and derive Ever seen the wreakage,  Worth a million when you find what lies at its heart. Valued when intact but treasured in fragments. Dead roots and cripled...

Clear head and open heart are virtues which aren't everyone's attributes. Tough goes in the making of tough. What is seen through the naked eyes may not be true all the time. We see what we percieve and that isn't always correct. The contruct if mind is complex and is a composition of our experiences. Some people are able to hold on to how they feel and see things for not just a day but lifetime. But, for some expressions need vents. All those things that we say and do may just be unconscious acts because if a lot of thought is put into doing a things the purpose of that act tends to diminish. I am what I am. In your opinion, I may not be right and in saying that I will have to have the same view for you too. But, these simple acts are easier said than done. Looking for simplicity isn't simple at all. Being humble is not possible always. Truth may be a bitter bite for one and logic may disappear in other person's sight. We all have our own race to win...