Hello Everyone,

Over the course of my life, I’ve embraced a number of different hobbies: Cricket, tennis, Badminton, listening Music, playing Guitar and just to name a few. But none of them have changed my life or brought me as much satisfaction as writing something and the other. Writing on Life, challenges in life, Love, Betrayed, Hurts, Romance, Death, Shayaris, Songs and so on. In almost too many ways to count, it has changed me and the way I live my life.

Few points why I have started with my blog (Even If I am Not a Writer):-

  • To become a better writer.
  • It helps to learn new things.
  • It create challenges in me.
  • To become a better thinker.
  • To live a more intentional life.
  • To develop an eye for meaningful things.
  • To live a healthier life habits.
  • To meet new people.
  • To inspire others.
  • To become more comfortable being known.
  • To serve as a personal journal.
  • To become more confident.
  • To find a platform to recommend.
  • To develop Positive thinking.

Hope you all are ready to read all my upcoming blogs on the regular basis or whenever I post the new blog. 

Regards,

Dikshit

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This is how you know you are in love

When you close your eyes and breathe, you can’t help but imagine yourself with that person, can’t help but feel their touch on your skin, their smile lifting the corners of your mouth, their kiss setting off both a spark and a calm somewhere in your soul.

When you laugh, you crave the sound of their laugh mixed with yours. You want to tell jokes, just to hear the sound of their breath leaving their lips. You want to watch the way their head tilts back in abandon, the way their arms outstretch or cover their mouth unconsciously. You want to kiss that smile, melt it into yours. You want each moment to stretch and grow and last forever; time simply bears no weight when you’re together.

When something happens, whether good or bad, you want to share it with that person. You construct texts in your mind throughout the day of things to tell them. You can’t wait to put the phone to your ear and tell them all the little pieces they’ve missed, or open the door to their embrace and spill yourself at their feet.

You want to know all the tiny parts of them—the secrets, the stories, the lives they’ve lived outside of you. You want to know them, physically, emotionally, spiritually, completely.

When it’s three in the morning and you roll over, your arm drifts to their side of the bed, searching for their warmth or aching so deeply for their presence next to you. When it’s two in the afternoon and you’re yawning, you imagine what they’d say to you, or what they’re doing, a few cubicles or three thousand miles away from you.

You want them, all hours of the day. But not just their physical self. You want a soul connection. You want their heart, their mind. You crave knowing them, understanding them, entangling your heart and life with them.

When you’re with that person, your heart skips, your palms sweat, your entire body buzzes with life. And yet, you’re overwhelmed by calm, by pure, numbing joy. With them, you are both fearful and fearless, wild and at rest. You want to stay up all night and talk, and yet, you also just want to lay your head against their chest and breathe in the silence.

When you think about your future, you cannot imagine it without them. You cannot see yourself days, weeks, months, years down the road without that person’s hand intertwined with yours. You unconsciously imagine the dates you will go on, the events you will attend, the places you will travel, the dinners you will cook together in a time down the road. Suddenly you aren’t scared of what lies ahead of you, but excited to know you have someone to share it with.

You fight. You fight to stay together, in spite of your differences, despite all odds. You don’t always want to be right, but to understand. You don’t want to walk away, but to stay, even when you are your most angry.

You don’t want to lose what you have, so you fight to find a middle ground without losing yourself. There’s this part of you that can’t seem to, and doesn’t want to ever let go. You fight because you cannot fathom no longer having them to fight with.

When you think about your life, you realize how blessed you are to have that person in it. You are thankful for the ways they challenge you, strengthen you, teach you, and let you bloom. You are inspired by their passion, by the way they care for you, by who they are, and are growing into by your side.

You aren’t so much worried about what the future holds because you know you have a friend, a partner, an equal, a force who will take on the highs and lows with you. You know that whatever you face, you won’t have to face it alone.

When you talk about them, sometimes you gush and can’t stop, and sometimes it’s as if you’ve known one another all your lives. Sometimes you’re overflowing with passion, talking about their hands, their eyes, their smile, their touch. It’s as if you’re a little kid again, admiring your crush with such wildness and desire. But sometimes you speak with such calm. You’ve settled into comfort, into familiarity, into a wonderful, beautiful tying of your souls that it seems you’ve always been together, that there never was a time before.

You desire them. You desire their mind, their heart, their soul. You want to support them at their weakest and inspire them at their strongest. You want to touch every part of them; you want them to touch and understand crave you.

When you think about their presence in your life, you want to be better. You’re inspired to become the best version of yourself and to fight to improve and grow and be all that you’re capable of for the both of you. When you wake up, you’re thankful, simply for another day by their side. You can’t help but fall a little deeper every day, and that’s scary and wonderful all the same.

You’ve never really thought about love, never really understood the weight of the emotion, or how one knows love or feels it in their lives. But with this person, you simply know.

You now understand that the saying was right, there are some things in life that cannot be explained, just felt. And this is one of them.

 

 

Why have You Stopped Texting Me!!!

 I don’t understand why you stopped texting me. I guess you felt differently about me than I felt about you, but I have trouble believing that when our connection felt so strong.

When we used to text, the conversations would last for hours.

You seemed like you had genuine feelings for me. You would compliment me. You would tell me that you missed me. You would make me feel like I mattered.

Now that you’re out of my world, I can’t seem to find closure. I can’t stop myself from questioning what went wrong between us.

We never had any arguments. I never did anything to push you away. At least, I don’t think I did.

Maybe I came on too strong and scared you away. Or maybe I didn’t make my feelings obvious enough and you assumed that I wasn’t interested.

I can’t tell why you stopped texting me, because it happened out of the blue.

One day, everything was fine. The next day, you were gone.

I keep rereading through our old conversations to figure out whether I said something offensive. Whether there was hidden tension I failed to notice at the time. But I can’t find any red flags. Our last conversation wasn’t any different than our usual conversations.

I don’t understand why you stopped texting me, because we got along so well.  At the very least, I thought we were friends. I thought you considered me someone you could trust, someone you wanted to keep in your world.

 I don’t understand why you stopped texting me, because I didn’t do anything wrong. I treated you well. I never called you out when you took to long to answer me back. I never suffocated you with too many double texts. I respected your boundaries.

 As much as it kills me to admit it, you aren’t texting me because you don’t like me the way I like you. I realize that now. I just don’t understand why.

 I don’t understand why you stopped texting me, but I am going to accept it. I’m not going to fight against it. I’m not going to beg you to be in my life. 

*Letting go*

Superb Message! ! !

When somebody told me that he has failed in his exams, my question is, “Is it a law that you will pass every time?”

When someone told me that her boyfriend broke up with her, my question is, “Is it a rule that you will have successful relationships everywhere?”

When somebody asked me why am I in depression, my question is, “Is it compulsory to have confidence all the time?”

When someone cried to me about his huge business loss due to his wrong decision, my question is, “Is it possible that you take all right decisions?”

The fact is our expectation that life has to be perfect/permanent is the biggest reason of our unhappiness.

One has to understand the law of impermanence of nature.

After each sunny day, there has to be a dark night, after each birth there have to be certain deaths, for the full moon to come again it has to pass through no moon. In this imperfection of nature, there is perfection.

So stop taking your failures and bad part of your life soooo personally or intensely, even God does not like to give you pain but its the cycle through which you have to pass. Prepare yourself for one more fight after each fall because even failures cannot be permanent! ! !

Enjoy life. . .

Your breath comes to go.

Your thoughts come to go.

Your words come to go.

Your actions come to go.

Your feelings come to go.

Your illnesses come to go.

Your phases come to go.

Your seasons come to go.

You have come to go.

Then why do you hold on to your guilt, anger, unforgiveness, hatred

so so so tightly,

when it too has come to go. . .

Let it go. .

Pyaar Aur Dhoka

Baat Chali Teri Ankho Se, Ja Pahuchi Paimaney Tak…
Kheech Rahi Hai Teri Ulfat Ab Mujhe Maikhaney Tak…

Pyar Ki Baatein, Ishq Ki Baatein, Duniya Wale Karte Hai…
Sabne Shama Ka Gum Dekha, Kaun Pahucha Parwane Tak…

Pyaar Nahi Hai Tumko Mujhse Sirf Bahane Karti Ho…
Yuhi Bahane Kayam Rakhna Tum Mere Mar Jane Tak…

Mere Marne Ke Baad Mere Janaze Me Tum Mat Ana…
Agar Aa Gyi To Rukna Hoga Meri Saansein Ruk Jane Tak…..

Shayari-For-Jaan-In-Hindi

 

 

*Letting go*

When somebody told me that he has failed in his exams, my question is, “Is it a law that you will pass everytime?”

When someone told me that her boyfriend broke up with her, my question is, “Is it a rule that you will have successful relationships everywhere?”

When somebody asked me why am I in depression, my question is, “Is it compulsory to have confidence all the time?”

When someone cried to me about his huge business loss due to his wrong decision, my question is, “Is it possible that you take all right decisions?”

The fact is our expectation that life has to be perfect/permanent is the biggest reason of our unhappiness.

One has to understand the law of impermanence of nature.

After each sunny day, there has to be a dark night, after each birth there have to be certain deaths, for the full moon to come again it has to pass through no moon. In this imperfection of nature, there is perfection.

So stop taking your failures and bad part of your life soooo personally or intensely, even God does not like to give you pain but its the cycle through which you have to pass. Prepare yourself for one more fight after each fall because even failures cannot be permanent! ! !

Enjoy life. . .

Your breath comes to go.

Your thoughts come to go.

Your words come to go.

Your actions come to go.

Your feelings come to go.

Your illnesses come to go.

Your phases come to go.

Your seasons come to go.

You have come to go.

Then why do you hold on to your guilt, anger, unforgiveness, hatred

so so so tightly,

when it too has come to go. . .

Let it go. .

 

Let Me Love You!!!

Let me touch you in all the places that hurt. Let me get to see the story written on you, all over your heart. Let me kiss you. Let me bring your lips back to life. Let us talk no more. Let our lips join in love. Let our lips become familiar, let our tongues sync, one in search of the other.

Let me share your dreams with you, let me get to know your wants and desires. Let me get to know the deepest and darkest side of you. Let me get to know the inner workings of your mind, let me appreciate you. Let me into your world.

Show me your weaknesses, your flaws and your strengths.

Let me guide your heart to love. Let it fill with love and not hatred. Tell me what it is that you like and that which has always been of interest to you. Let’s explore the depths of the world, hand in hand. Let’s get to feel invisible for once in our lives. Take out the bucket list you made way back in college, let’s cross some off the list.

Talk to me, tell me how your day went. I promise I will never be tired of hearing from you. Tell me those jokes that you are always afraid to share. Tell me the not-so-cool jokes; I promise to always laugh. Tell me about your fears, be an open chapter to me.

Let me know you in all the ways you’ve never been known.

I promise that you will forever have the best of me. I promise to always be there whenever the worst hits. I promise to be there whenever you will need me. I promise to love you.

Let our love be untamed, in its truest form.

Walk with me in the light, not in darkness anymore. Let’s not curse when darkness hits, rather let’s light a candle to illuminate our way. Let us not give up on who we could be,  Let our hearts be our flashlights in the darkest of days. Let our hearts be a pillar that will forever remain unshaken. Let our hearts be the protectors of this beautiful connection we have. Let me not lie to you.

What I know is that I will love you till my air is used up in this world. Till that day when the Almighty will deem appropriate for me to go back to Him. I promise to love you and to always protect your heart until the end.

 

Dear God,.Thank You

Thank you for this heart.

For this little muscle beating inside my chest. Thank you for its resilience, for its strength. Thank you for helping it beat, through every Stairmaster workout, through every terrifying scene in a scary movie, through every kiss, through every morning when I was so so tired, and didn’t want to face the world. Thank you for giving me physical strength—to overcome obstacles, to push myself, to never quit. Thank you for my emotional strength—to let people in, to forgive, to share love with others. Sometimes I forget how amazing this muscle is, bringing oxygen to my body, keeping me alive, reminding me that even in my humanness, I am powerful. And helping me to love, and keep on loving. So thank you.

Thank you for my hands.

Hands to touch, to hold, to hug, to cherish. Thank you for the times my parents have held my hands in theirs, for the times I could brush my sister’s hair, or throw a softball, or reach across a quiet space and place a palm on the cheek of a lover. Thank you for the ways my hands have healed, for the ways my hands have learned, for the ways my hands have connected with other hands, and made me see beauty in imperfection.

Thank you for love.

For the capacity to feel, to open, to give. For the ways you have shown me love and given me love from the people around me. Thank you for my family, my friends, my coworkers, for strangers, for lovers. Thank you for the times you have shown my heart what it feels like to be cared for. Thank you for teaching me how to give myself, fully, to others.

Thank you for the pain.

Thank you for all the nights my tears blended with the shower water, the nights I didn’t think I’d get over him or when I felt so misunderstood. Thank you for the days I was afraid of my future, terrified of where I would go to college, or if I would do well on a test, or if my words could actually mean anything. Thank you for the heartbreak, for the tough lessons, for the exhaustion and brokenness. Because I learned I am whole in you.

Thank you for the lonely nights.

The nights I stayed up late, watching headlights dance across my bedroom window or the stars flickering somewhere off in the distance. Thank you for showing me how to heal and how to be on my own. Thank you for building my strength, day by day, even when I felt I was only getting weaker. Thank you for reminding me that emptiness is temporary, and that I can always be filled in with your love.

Thank you for the ones that left.

At the time their leaving felt like a betrayal, and I thought you had turned your back on me. But you were showing me who was temporary, and who was there to stay. You were showing me that I cannot put my faith in sinful people, cannot depend on them for the source of my happiness, but can instead must lean on you. And you won’t leave. Thank you for never leaving, and promising to stay by my side forever.

Thank you for the unanswered prayers.

Because this life is not about receiving what I ask for, not about basing my relationship with you on what I get, not about wishes being granted and having things my way. For your plan is greater than mine will ever be. And every unanswered prayer was a blessing in disguise.

Thank you for being all that I needed.

For listening when I poured my heart out, for guiding me when I lost my footing, for being a source of inspiration and trust, for reminding me that I am yours, forever. And that I am loved. Thank you for staying when the world turned its back. Thank you for reminding me that no matter how harsh this life gets, you will always be here. Thank you for giving your son to die for my sins.

Thank you for forgiveness.

For forgiving me, for helping me learn to forgive, for the way forgiveness heals and saves and lets us begin again with new hope. Thank you for building my heart back to its full strength. Thank you for showing me how beautiful life can be when we let go. Thank you for opportunities, for new beginnings.

Thank you for hope.