September.

September, the month of happiness and an immortal train of laughters and giggles for some people, and for some, it is a breeze of depression, sadness, grief and memories that makes everyone nostalgic. This month, it gives you hopes and dreams in the morning, and in the evening, it changes everything, you feel like you're going to fail, your dreams are never going to come true, you're dull and exhausted. In the morning, it tells you to tell your beloved how much you love him. In the evening, it tells you he's never going to see your face again, if you do so.
You want to dance to the sound of birds' chirping in the morning but at evening, all you want to do is grieve over what you don't have. It motivates you to achieve your goal and then tells you it was never your goal, it was just a mirage that went away.
The silence prevails as soon as the sun sets. And this absence of words and voices is not soothing.
It is scary. The beauty of the nature is snatched away by an invisible hand and the earth looks eerie. This is how it is, this is September. 

Reality of Life

I am afraid, not of the monsters nor of the ghosts, but from the reality of life which haunts me everytime, and keeps on reminding me how brutally it leads people to death, how it kills one's dreams, how it snatches away one's happiness. And when you want it to do what it does to others, it gives you happiness, love, hopes, takes you far away from reality, and then again, it haunts you.

"The most precious time is spent in the dark, with the only light, which is the light of your thoughts"

MASK

A mask: Something one wears to hide his/her identity.
People back then used to wear masks to enteratain kids, or to commit robberies etc without revealing identities. But, Now-a-days, everyone wears a mask. What's the reason? Maybe there's some guilt we want to hide under this mask. We don't want to reveal our REAL face.
But what are we even afraid of? The society? The society which is gonna forget us the moment we die? Our family? The ones who know everything already. Or our Friends? Aren't real friends the ones who're going to accept us the way we are? Then WHY?
         Every face is so real yet so unreal.
Why each and every person of this society is a hypocrite? Why one acts like a saint even though he knows deep inside that no one would commit as many sins as him? Why a man pretends he is very calm when he's the most frustrated creature on this planet? A teacher acts like he knows everything when he knows nothing. A husband pretends he loves his wife more than anything, a wife pretends she's the most responsible person in the house.
There's no single person on this earth who is not wearing a mask. Everyone has a story, a story no one wants to tell. A story, we think, no one wants to know.We're believing our lies about ourselves which is turning us into a narcissist. We now believe that, this MASK, this is our real face. And we don't even know, WHY IS THAT SO?