Mubdi's Words

Every time, I sit beneath the sheath of the sky, I let my thoughts seep into the cavity of my heart. I wish someone would bring me a blank paper, a pen and my fantasy and I would write.... But what gradually nuzzles my neck and embrace my body is the feeling of -LONELINESS.. He rules as a majestic king while I sit helpless. Like a wind pushing every door which I am trying to shut, and blowing the peace away. I wish someone would come and sit by and say ‘What's up ??’ But I am sitting with a group of pretty faces and beautiful hearts who are laughing altogether on a joke. I know I got the joke , but I don't laugh as if some monster is holding my jaw. I know every face around me but they look like strangers. Well, sometimes I want to sit beneath the trees in the forest of solitude. But sometime I want to be like leaf who doesn't cling alone. Sometimes, I don't want to be alone. Sometime, I want a friend  to keep a hand on my shoulders to bring me

Life – A beautiful journey overall. In the journey of life, there are times when we are motivated and stimulated up to get our goals and in the process we grow and excel. Then, there are times when we simply stagnate. We feel uninspired and unmotivated. We keep delaying our plans. We may have deadline of anything appearing in vague form to us. However instead of doing our work, we are annoyingly petty with miscellaneous things like checking email, social media, watching videos and surfing whatsoever. We know we should be working, but we just don't feel like doing anything. We all are familiar with this delaying phenomenon. But while delaying we squander our free time and put off important tasks we should be doing them till its too late. And indeed when it is too late, we panic and wish we got started earlier. In the process of stagnation we get into a pattern of behaviour that has become dull and unproductive but it is hard to change. Have we got into this before?? Or are

"How are you?" I heard the voice ripping through my brain tissues, bouncing against my ribs and my lungs and my eyes and it all feels like a thunderstorm. Do you really want to know how am I? Well, I am a mess. Yes, a wondrously melancholic, soul-sucked mess. My days are day dreams merely and nights are totally sleepless. I am tired. I know I am tired... No, not for the lack of rest, or bod fatigue, or something that people usually complain about. It is something more profound, something that has succeeded in peeling the layers of mine and conquering every small things that makes me, ME. It is something that has seeped into the pores of my heart and my eyes, making them accumulate dust and cobwebs. It is something so intricately wove that no matter how many times I have tried to unravel the knitting, I couldn't. I just couldn't. I know I am tired... Tired of nothing in particular and everything in general. Tired of noi