Memories of the past..

                ''LOKAH SAMASTHA SUKHINOH BHAVANTU'' That sentence holds such a deeper meaning that it sounds like, an intense message is being conveyed to the world.                       '' May the world be happy and content .''                        '' May all the worlds be free andrejoice in the contentment.'' Be it the animate or the inanimate; may all be free and happy for everything is part of the Divine Energy. This one sentence says so much about us as individuals, us as souls and us as being part of the Universe. We just need to have the eye to see, the ear to listen and the mind to understand so that we can let the light emanate from us.  

  WHISPERS OF THE WIND My voice echoed against the four walls of the room, until it became an echo of an echo and was lost. I buried m face in my hands, thankful that they at least had not deserted me. Tears filled my eyes and i cried but only to myself because there was no one to share them with, I was not merely confused but i was lost; lost in this stone hearted world. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, it seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare, sometimes loud and harsh; a thousand sharp needles scratching my skin. sometimes a whisper... i know now the wind has been speaking to me. I don't know where to start but there must be a place of love, a place of hope.

  Never have i thought that a break up would hurt so much to the point of giving me anxiety . I would have probably never known that it was anxiety if I did not talk to someone about what I felt at that time and I am grateful to have someone to talk to.  Who would have known that mental health is so fragile that it will need just that little drop to overfill the glass and make you lose your mind?. The lack of concentration is constantly felt.  Being sleep deprived and still functioning which appears to be normally on a daily basis is not easy.  I have been fighting insomnia since weeks now and it is not an easy battle to win; I spent days staring into nothingness wanting to scream and cry out that pain and hearing his voice and those hurtful things he said made the anxiety worse. A heart break can hurt physically,who would have thought about that?. The chest pains, the sweaty hands, the increased heartbeats, the feeling of drowning and being unable to breathe; the struggle is real... d

 Someday,we might meet. Someday, after all these years, when you shall see me, we might talk. And for you, it might not be something important, but it might mean the world to me. I have prayed and hoped, and thought about you all my life. I have cried and sobbed, when the nights came by. I have wished and wished and wished all day, for a miracle to occur which can solve all these hardships. Someday,we might talk. Sometime,you might realize, Someday... Someday... Maybe...