#ash_syahi

🎁What’s the greatest gift of life?🎁 Is it family or talent or luck or health or finances or beauty, friends, shelter? Perhaps nothing! Is there no formula for the joy of a gift? Perhaps this list didn’t have that one ultimate desire, rooted in all of us! A unique gift! Now, Iam not promoting thanklessness, because gratitude comes number one; not to mention even paves a beautiful path for more to be received. Iam just deeply convinced that when the soul receives it’s stimulus (i.e. your personal ultimate desire), it has it’s formula in place for it’s identification. • Nobody goes about feeling something that they’re not in a situation of! Sure, nobody might know why you’re sad when you are. Why you’re ecstatic this morning, why you’re dreaming in the daylight, why you’re madly in love this day and fast forward, not anymore. And let nobody tell you you’re a fool to feel a certain way just because it is uneasy to comprehend. A feeling is a feeling, is a feeling..!! • No bullshit can dismiss a feeling. Gratitude comes in play naturally when you’re grateful. So my question is why are we humans such selfish morons? Why do we advertise the wrong emotion all the time but hidden in the cave is always a feeling that echoes against the walls chanting our truth in silence. Don’t we? Fake it if you will, your emotions are your gift! And for once, we can all collectively be lucky for our power to feel an emotion. The greatest gift in life must indeed be what feels like the greatest gift hence is unique but also received by everyone alike. #ash_syahi

Have you ever had someone who knows every possible detail about your life? Someone who was updated constantly through your day but things changed and they are now just a mail box for “everything unnecessasary” just to keep the contact alive. One of you made way for more and a bond faded away. Now, imagine cutting everyone off. Given our lifestyle, Iam afraid many can imagine that with ease! . Most people I’ve come across carry a mask and yet everybody complains of their unmet need of the Perfect Mix of Seclusion and Company. But do we even know how to ask for what we need? Does our ego allow? “I need this and that from people but can’t handle loneliness either.. My relationships are doomed or am I?”.. Somehow the naked life isn’t clearly visible anymore & a demanding life urges the mask to replace our skin. What an epic drama this life has become! . Too reluctant to cut the bond and pretty non-complacent to share a thought. Isn’t this modern need a disaster? I’d like to know what you would choose? Being terrified in one’s company or adjusting to loneliness? #ash_syahi

May the lights shine bright. And the roads slowly dry. Even the luckiest of people never knew Who am I to not even try? I see this fire. But the fire is in me. I may be the silent one for most I’ve known personally! But people can’t hear your dreams. And they certainly can’t be me. So as I promise, I could be lying But I’d deliver the best, dare I don’t even try! The purpose seems slippery And the bubbles might pop! What counts is the effort, Not the times you dropped. 💗 #ash_syahi

What is life if you’re still planning to live it? “It isn’t very exhausting to live if you’re living it for yourself.” We’ve read or heard this statement at least once and I only recently started to believe in it whole heartedly! It isn’t unwise to think that you’ve been given a special chance to live with a specially designed heart, body and mind suiting our present, hence defining our lives. It’s not reckless to think that out of the thousands of billions of people who have ever walked on this planet, there are only 8 billion left/living and we are one of them!! Woah! • To me my reaction to circumstances make life. My feelings make life. Actions make life. #ash_syahi #howisitlike

Have you ever felt like the life from your life has made it’s exit? (I felt. While I couldn’t feel much.) There was an air of pretence in each crippling corner suggesting how twas not yet a crisis, although there were these silent howls announcing the catastrophe that my mind had welcomed upon my body. I better shut-down perhaps? ~ I no longer belonged; for I was searching for the turmoil to spring again in a dusty new place with a burning new desire. Addiction? “Catastrophes eventually opened doors to a new life”, I’d been told.And I believed words more than my destiny. It was sad to even try and call it anything a language could ever describe. ~ I can almost feel the heat recalling all these feelings I’ve had. I think the explosion is soon to make it’s first appearance, again! Ready? Iam. #ash_syahi .

You’re a memory to me, even if you call us an accident… We’re not a bruise, even if the scar is permanent… My words are just a reminder of the potholes I need be to vary of when we walk down the same road, as we sometimes have. Dreaming of you and me, dreaming of the real you and the unreal me, dreaming of non-existent you and an unaware me, I will always wake up to the reality I’ve always wanted to see myself in. Today! . There is no looking back to the past if we’re thinking of the future. “Possibilities are the choices we choose to go with” I believe you agree, don’t you? The past is no more an open wound. Rubbing salt on wounds that are healed isn’t a method to rekindle mourning. Why don’t we nurture eternal peace instead? I am leaving that salt at the bay we bid our final goodbyes and sailed through opposite waters coloured by the sky above us. Let’s heal. #ash_syahi

I remember a time in my yesteryears when the child inside me used to associate the festive season with pretty things and a wave of compassion, both around and inside me. Now, with each passing year my heart has been gradually replacing the presence of light and beauty, with a desperate NEED for light and beauty! This vibe is newer each year yet it feels less & less welcoming.🔸 It’s strange how one aspect has still managed TO SURVIVE this variable mood and that is the need for noise. Whether its the blasting dance numbers on the LOUD speakers & fireworks in the messy gray sky or the numb air-occupying NOISE, similar to the one IN MY HEAD.🔸 Each passing year, an air of shady gloom hits and I survive the season of light, lighting candles of hope. One candle at a time. In modern times I believe we just need to ignore the evil. The good wins any which way. On dusshera 🔸🔸🔸 #ash_syahi

Have you ever had a strange sense of familiarity when you read something a stranger put on paper and you wonder, “How could a piece of paper know my story?” That tummy-stirring knot that twists inside your gut a little because though you enjoy the idea of finding solace and safety, it actually gets pretty scary when their story unfolds! For the longest time I’ve been trying to piece together parts of myself in the work of unfamiliar artists and poets. Maybe now Iam not okay with finding my story in someone else’s pages, even though I do like that fleeting sense of relatibility. It’s comforting but like a drug! #ash_syahi