Present is a 'Gift' of Today
That's why its a Present!
Leaving the past & stop worrying of future,
Be in the 'Now' and
"I Am" will take care of the rest,
Be in the Present.

With the passing days getting mature and
Exploring by gaining wisdom,
Remember the universal wisdom always guides,
Exploring the self is the Best exploration I can say
Even better than mining or any archaeological excavation,
I say.

So celebration of each moment,
Will give you wings rather than
Sipping an energy drink(one of my favourites),
Claiming to give you wings.
Its the moment which gives you high,
Go with the flow &
I don't know why!!

Simply mesmerize, falling into depths
And keep on going deeper & deeper within,
That's also a way in which,
A business model canvases itself to BLOOM.

Getting little philosophical,
Just came into me today.
And I am originally yours,
Like these quotes.
Laughing at life's absurdities,
Exploring the silence leads to celebration.
Say to self  'I am Bliss',
See the wonders happenings,
The transformation,
Where law of attraction works.

Cheers to Life!!!!
- Aditya Karnik

"What is loves biggest fear?"
He whispered.


"Time."
She spoke back.

I'm tired of people telling me to stay patient
and get through it.

I'm tired of people asking me what is wrong with me.

I'm tired of people asking me what is it that I want.

I'm tired of people asking me how am I doing.

I'm tired of waking up.

I'm tired of surviving.

I'm tired.

The difference between you and me is my nightmares begin when I wake up.

My mind is fighting to end this suffering and my body is pushing to get through one more day.

I know I'm suppose to do a lot of things.

I know I'm suppose to write daily.

I know I'm suppose to read daily.

I know I'm suppose to be social.

I know I'm suppose to smile.

I know I'm suppose to be patient.

I know it all but I can't do it. I can't.
Why don't people understand that I just can't!

That I'm terrified of every living moment.

That I have panic and anxiety attacks.

And trying to get through those attacks while maintaining a decent demeanour consumes all my energy.

To be alone in this fight is difficult.

To die a bit every day is painful.

I can't tell you what is wrong with me.
I DON'T KNOW what is wrong with me!

I cry all day, everyday.

The screams inside me are deafening but my tears are silent.

I see the confidence with which you tell me I'm overreacting.
It saddens me that you can't see what I'm going through.

Things are not good and I don't have the sight to see them get better any time soon...

All I see is darkness.
All I want to do is sleep until it gets better.

My mind and body are at war with me and, this time, I think I'll just let them win.

I feel with shy hands
and speak from a shy mouth,
and I wish I knew well enough
before I threw myself in the woods
that there's no chance
of being sure as bone
and tough as day, not when
your spine is made of white willow
and you bleed lotus and amaryllis.

I look at the dismay
of my so called day
When everything seems
to be falling apart
I find myself collecting the sum
of my parts
Putting myself back together again .

With a grin !

Tough circles
.
are
a piece of cake

48(Cd)
is a highly toxic, poisonous and soft metal used in many production processes, but mainly mixed with Sulfate to make the color yellow.

metal is suppose to be tough.
Not malleable, ductile and easily cut.
Polished to a lustrous finish but will corrode in due time.

I am Cadmium;
soft and easily cut, my finish does not last, I can be poisonous if you don't filter me.
But if you mix me correctly, I am a beautiful Yellow.

Jeff said
I wish I was dirt
I'd wait on the spills and the the cigarette butts
Doubt very much it would hurt
From the bounce of the glass
Or the filter, for better or worse

He said it's easy to soak up stories
If you're laying on the ground

And he said
No clocks or unrequited work
It'd just be me, I'm the dirt
I let you walk all over me anyway
So let me enjoy it

There is this place
With magnificent grace
Its so very peaceful

It abounds with love
And no one can get enough
But thats fine
Because there is plenty of time

There all is great
No one ever has hate
This place is called childhood

But not all are so good
And not just those from the hood
I was raised in a christian home
Yet still i was all alone

I hear others as they talk
And i silently gaulk
At how good they had it

And its like they dont even know
And i almost want to show
Them how bad it can be
To just let them see

But i just sit silently
I want to scream violently
But i never do

So instead i just write
From all these thoughts in my head
I used to wish i was dead
But now i can see
How it all made me
Who im supposed to be
Well im not there yet
But my life its not set
Im growing
And i hope its showing
So tho it was painful
Im in an odd way grateful
Not for who else was hurt
But for the way iv grown since