Its too late…

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Even if you were a genius,
your caliber would be just short to understand her.

She is messy and loving
vulnerable and raw
The only one of her kind.

You endeavour to mould her to more ‘Beautiful’
She keeps her own piece of soul aside
just to make sure that you find solace in all that she could afford.

But finally, when your judgments became a hanging knife over her neck
She quits…
She slips away like dust from your fingers.
Not hurting you even a little.

And now you wake up!
Her absence makes her more lovable
You miss her
You think to yourself that may be you overlooked how gorgeous she was in her own world!
She was one more dimension to the concept of love!
But now its too late…
Its too late!

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Achieving the goal

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On the basis of achieving a goal…
There are 3 types of people.

1 – CHEATERS

Who will cheat others, frustrate or distract others to achieve what they play for.

2 – HARD WORKERS

Who will stand by their humane character all the times.
Either when the conditions are humble,
Or when the faith stumble.

3. LITTLE CHEATERS

These people are lost in clearing their own perceptions.
They will choose the right way.
No hooks and crooks.
But in the times when a man is tested, they start to think that if others can cheat…why can’t they follow the same track for a short time, cheat a little bit!

The ‘CHEATERS’ live a ‘high definition’  life. They are used to copy and find the easy way. So hard times or phenomena like death or pressure tackle them well…
Rather than they tackle the opposition.

The ‘LITTLE CHEATERS’ are those whom you can never be trusted.
They will not stick to their words,
They are flexible around situations. They can change their perceptions and deceive any body for goals.
But later on, they are confused upon their own values and existence. Well they live confused till life leaves them!

The ‘HARD WORKERS’ are the best ones according to me.
They go through very hard times…  Because they try to avoid all the black colors and norms of world.
They understand well that triumph is not gonna knock at their door that easy. Hence, they keep going
They do not skirt around the issues and are hell bent! But to reach the target with loyalty.

They are genius at mind and heart 🙂
They have the good sleep that other ones crave for.
They have the most amazing stories to narrate to the next generation.
And finally,

They beat the cheat!

I was lost to be found ( Part – 3 ) *Final*

Recap -(Part -2)

https://pristineshadow.wordpress.com/2015/04/23/i-was-lost-to-be-found-part-2/

Part – 3

I questioned Bloom about the fuss while we were traveling to his place.  He told me the whole story –
“We, Cyborgs and ‘Aliens’ were great friends. We were two entirely different races but had feelings for each other. There was no conflict in loving any member of opposite race. A cyborg was allowed to marry an alien and everything was a piece of cake. We were two species that were close to perfection, We did ‘Negligible mistakes’ and all of the above, we were genius creatures by mind and heart. But one unlucky day! the aliens came, and they started to dismantle every thing their eyes caught… Moreover, they killed their own people. So, many aliens shifted to our land. Even those who were in love, were found to have the ‘Non alien insanity’. Thousands of our army men died in ‘Questions’. It was too sudden and they were more astonished by the hate of their friends rather than modified weapons. Our world suffered both physically and mentally.

But the next month, a secret investigation by our detectives and a hard look by scientists on the genetic code of Aliens, revealed a very strange case! the genetic code was a bit change. Aliens never did mistakes, but somehow the change in genetic code occured and a very destructive protein ‘ Killanine’ started to form in the creatures. Aliens arrive every year in the eleventh month. We are building some weapons to protect ourself and scientists are trying to create safety techniques and if possible, to avoid the fight. ” 

I whispered ” Okay, so that is why the monk said I had to bring love and peace. ”

We reached at Bloom’s place. Day by day, he became a good friend, Bestowed me every thing that a human basically wanted. He gave me a room to live, he made delicious food and at times, we used to hangout. Once he requested me to go to the ‘Cylien Club’… I was not in a habit of going to clubs but he was tenacious about the idea and so I had to agree with him. I entered in and saw some aliens too dancing with the cyborgs. Bloom told that they were some of the aliens that shifted to their land during the war time… Soon he went to dance with his girlfriend – ‘Neuri’ and I sat back on the chair like a ‘Beginner’.As I was exploring the club, My eyes met with someone and oh!… who is she! She was coming closer, she was an alien and sat beside me, to the next chair. She looked descent with the tender touch of innocence flowing in her eyes. I never had a drink, but if I would ever take one, It would be like her eyes! And breaking the bubble she asked smiling,
” Who are you ”
” I am a human from another planet “, I answered
“I am Maliza  she said, we had a Hello! 
I was somewhat the ‘Shy guy’ here…

So she inquired again – “Would you have some wine?”
“Your eyes are none less” I said!

” Oh my God! What was that, how did that brim out of my mouth! ” I questioned myself inside.
Hearing me, she laughed and I don’t know what was about her!! but she attracted me to the simplicity she carried with her feet and the beauty she radiated just with a single smile!

She was humble, and my feeling for her was pure… My hobby was to write, and this poetic incident imparted a color of love to my life and writings… 🙂 We met twice or thrice in 2 weeks. We had some similar interests and she loved to go to ‘Search’. As we reached there, I saw that this was the same building on the footsteps of which, I came to this world. I was really happy to see this 🙂 She told that Search is the place where cyborgs and aliens worshiped their Gods. It was none less than magic and a beautiful proof of peace, the two races had before the war. The Gods of the two, stayed under the same building and  that cyborgs, even after such bloody fight! did not shatter it down… I wish such cyborgity  humanity existed in my world too. Such open hearted creatures that can neglect this war and keep the love that binds them tall against the walls of hate. I thanked Maliza for bringing my there.

The days were going good. Soon my writings were accepted by a publishing company. This was one of the biggest victories of my life! The indignation I carried in my nerves! when my parents said that I can not be a writer was finally able to find peace. I became a writer soon, and that too a famous one! 🙂 I used to thank bloom with gifts… One night, I asked him…”How can this war be stopped”
He told that we have to some way correct the genetic code. The alien security is Diamond tight! We can only break it when thousands of them will come on Plazer for the war. Only a month is left. They will come and destroy everything again, their hands would be reeking with the cyborg blood again, hells will rise! I stopped him… I stopped him from falling into this ‘Destruction Black hole’  I tried to get him to the light..that love is immense powerful and it will win!

On the bright side, my writings on peace and love started to publish. People came for autographs and then I realized that for a writer, 3 magical words are not only “I love you” But they are “You inspired me” too. 🙂 
I asked the cyborg scientists if the rules of Plazer are same on alien planet too. An alien also worked in their team, he told that the rules are exactly the same… I had a plan in mind, I knew that the aliens had more modern stuff for fighting. So, a very simple plan, that can work in an extraordinary way!

And finally came,

The Day Of War…

I remembered my parents, my home, Why I came here, The journey of my 11 months, The monk,That white serenity,  and of course – Maliza…
And I arrived the science headquarters to go. We decided to take bloom too.

 Soon, we reached their planet.

We took all the weapons according to the plans. We wore alien skin and faces to secure our identity. We were standing far away behind trees watching the scenario with our modified binoculars…  As scientists told me on Plazer that their security will be four sided and its calling out death if we as such entered in the security headquarters. We decided to take some vehicles, load them with our weapons and million of stones. We rushed the vehicles with mannequins sitting and written on them ” The Cyborg Weapons” to the gate of the security headquarters. As the vehicles burst against the gate, Aliens came out to see what has happened! Seeing the vehicles, they called the bomb squad to check, if the mannequin was not stuffed with bombs! But that was not our plan 😉
I knew aliens are intelligent enough. Only thing that can affect the modernity is the feeling that they have become GODS! Picking up our weapons, and seeing the stones… They laughed upon them! And the guns started to shoot the aliens by themselves! Weapons were loaded with nitroglycerin and TNTs  and and you probably know why! Guns are to shoot! not to laugh at 😀 But then the most strange thing happened that I could never imagine! The stones too hit the Aliens. I was like What! I thought that they will be childish,, like they laughed at the guns, they’ll laugh at the stones too. But no! this was different. I asked my fellow scientists about what was happening there… There mouths and eyes were wide open! They told that this was a concept they read in the book “Planet United” that, If a non living thing feels too bad for the other…They will unite to fight. We all saw a Concept becoming true for the first time! These worlds were magical! I got goosebumps hearing the scientists… 😀

 Much to our surprise! One more thing good for us that we couldn’t visualize, “What will happen if u shoot a stone?” Its a non living! It breaks but do not die! The no. of stones thus increased being in fragments, they kept the security totally busy. We entered from the back gate and scientists disarmed their systems for some time and reloaded the right protein in the genetic code!
Its a truth that some people died. But… Millions were saved!
As we came out, It rained and the droplets spoke the words of love and peace from my writings! :-). This was the most wonderful thing that happened to me in this journey!

We got our masks down. Aliens again loved us like they always did. They thanked us for bringing them back to their real existence. Love and peace was attained.

The first thing I did after reaching Plazer was thanking God. And as I was coming down the stairs, I saw a Plumeria… 🙂
I asked Plumeria if Maliza loved me… And I was really really brimming out again with the feelings of love and tears when It said – Yes! She does love me. I turned around and I saw Maliza was there…smilin, blushing!
I held her in my arms and We kissed.
I said that I love her and that I missed her a lot!
As, I saw down to see something in my pocket and saw up again… There was something behind Maliza… Oh no! Is that a mirror? It looks like me but he doesn’t have Maliza!
Oh crap! It was my Identical…
And again that white serenity, Thanking me… I was not reacting and in a matter of seconds, I was back to the same place from where I left. I had my hand In pocket. And I was full of tears 😦 It was a ring I brought for Maliza from my first salary as a writer… 😦  I tried to talk to the ring… But it didn’t reply!!
I wish I could spend some time more there. I went crying and I came back crying… But the tears had entirely different meaning.The journey was a moral that ended with nostalgia! My parents were anxious as I didn’t come back home from a day. They after sometime, caught me crying in the central park. I hugged them and cried a lot!

I think sometimes… Do the Plazer people miss me as I miss them…
How is Maliza…
I don’t know if I have to gaze at the sky to look them… Or I have to peep down the floor. Hence all I do is close my Eyes, miss Maliza, Bloom and Plazer… 🙂 I thank God! For making an introvert strong enough to survive on a foreign planet with foreign people, different rules and many other things… And most of all, for giving me the strength that I can become a writer! Imiss the world a lot! And for all that he gave… thank God too… 🙂 He gave me the second reason…

Really, I was lost… to be found!

(Alas! A fiction)

-Sankalp.

The levels of life…

I see two ways, people live a life.

1. Being contended.

Just keep your happiness, sorrows and other feelings under your pillow! just keep them to yourself…sounds boring?

Well, there are people who live this same way, but they enjoy it! (And you don’t have to choose a life people advise you, or want you to live… its your life! If you say yes to others, make sure you don’t say no to yourself!) 

These people are too quite! you know…kind of ‘Black holes’. They might carry a universe within… and believe me, you will never know anything! Sometimes, their character is a mystery, something to be discovered…

They would stay balanced whole the time. They will control their tears in the ‘ grey times ‘  and in the good times of life, you will find that their celebration lies in being calm…

They try to stay away from the people who openly share there privacy too. In simple words I say ‘Extroverts’
But this is also a truth that sometimes, criticizing the lifestyle of extroverts, keep on turning their simplicity into narrow mindedness, this is the slipshod side of this character.

But again, the best side of this living state is that when they are given a close look or observed to depth, some of them are ‘ Silent genius!’ They will stagger your senses, when they will present their colours.

On the other side,

I am talking about
2. ‘Extreme people’.

They would love extremely, hate extremely, you will find their tears making water bodies! and in good times, they would laugh and spend like they are the richest person alive! Their nerves are stuffed with ‘ euphoria ‘.
They live on the theory that they have got one life to do everything. 
Each day they live, they think of it as last! 


I divide this state of living to three classes.

Class 1 – ‘Low level of extremists’

They would stir their nervousness to excitement.
Their little level of fun and madness would allure you.
The times you will feel terrible about a condition, they will enjoy it!
These are great at managing life conditions.

Class 2 – ‘Balanced level of extremists’

They are just more of low level of extremists. They are always found wishing for some more and nothing but some more!
They will amaze you with the way they handle the opportunities you keep in front of them. I mean, if they will even propose you, They will show like they fell from a roof, and when you would reach to see down…you will find them floating in air! asking you to be their life! They are the ones who i think, make best with introverts. They will open them, if given a chance.

Class 3 – ‘Extreme level of extremists’

This is the black side of extreme. I mean okay, you want to live but you don’t have to be a ‘Psycho’. This is the class of psychos. These are the people who often are found in rape cases and crimes etc. But I think –

If the sides can hear their caliber,
Both can produce ultrasounds!

I am a contended person who sometimes love to touch the line of infinity in the life of limits… 🙂

Basically, I am – Contended + Balanced extremist + Some unique that lies just in being me

So, what lifestyle do you have?

I would love to know and understand.

Give words to it…

Thank you… 🙂

Live every part…

I have seen people talking in old days like –

‘This is the time, God should just call me to himself…’

They hate to reach the age of second childhood and loose pants!

I don’t know if i am gonna suffer in those days of my life.

But this has never been my theory…

I want to live on my words

‘I want to listen what pain has to say

With every happiness i wanna sway,

I am just a lucky source to this journey,

Let this life proceed its way…’

And i want to make you friends and readers think for once…

That, whole life,

we try to make children smile,

And when we’ll get old,

We’ll have to make no amendments to make them smile and laugh…

even our little stupidities would do the job!

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Aim is still the same, but it needs a genius to understand the flow of life towards it…

So, don’t sneeze out any part of life,

Be that genius,

Be thankful… 🙂