Beyond.

Inner journey to the Consciousness and Dreams

Taking a step back
From our busy lives
Sometimes I think,
Looking at you,
I find us beyond what I can see,
You’re not you and I’m not me,
There is no you, there is no me,
Just that somebody, can you see?
This is not that and that is not this,
How crazy is this mindful bliss!
Gone are those you and me,
That somebody is all that we wanna be.
Soon it’s not about how or why,
Look up, smile oh a wonderful sky!
Look below and feel grateful,
You know you’re lucky,
When you see that somebody.
That’s not power, that’s not me.
Can’t be you, not even in our we,
Who would’ve known that it could be!

– Aekansh Dixit

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From the eyes of Hopeless.

Was it too much to ask? I look up to find a tall man confused – probably wondering if I was worth a shot or not. I wanted to convince him to give me the two pennies he’d been juggling in his palms. I wanted to polish his shoe, and tell him that I’ll earn it – that I won’t take his money for free. If none of the above managed to draw the coins towards me, I wanted to give him enough reasons. But all I could manage to do was look at him. Words were swallowed in the darkness of this mess I brought myself in. Tears were dried because the skin needed them more than the world. He looked at me, still having the same question mark on his face, and I smiled. Continue reading “From the eyes of Hopeless.”

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Maps

“The tragedy is not that the people do not love us but because we fall in love with those who are not able to love us.”

“WHAT???” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The phone slipped from my hand. It fell down with a thud so loud that my heart skipped a beat. My eye sight blurred. The very thought of imagining her in that condition left me dead inside out.

Panicking was the only thing I could do – and did. I reached the spot in an impatient fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes were probably the most, the most, THE MOST longest fifteen minutes of my whole lifetime. Continue reading “Maps”

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Lust. Infatuation. Or Love?

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ― Dr. Seuss


Look, I’m sorry I didn’t pick up writing blog posts for a long time, and I’m pretty sure you will not be looking forward for this subject as much as you did for my other “inventive” short stories. So, if you have already started reading this, why not finish it?

I’m going to straight away start from the basics – The Definitions.

Lust – strong sexual desire.
Infatuation – an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.
Love – (n) a strong feeling of affection. (v) feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone).

Well, there is a lot of difference between each one of them. And that is something really complex to find out what kind of feeling we’re “actually” feeling. Of course, every guy who’s in infatuation says that he/she loves the other person just as much as a person who’s “actually” in love. But what’s that cuts the ice? Continue reading “Lust. Infatuation. Or Love?”

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I’m alive!

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.” ― Erma Bombeck

I’m still alive. I cannot feel anything, but I can certainly hear everything. I have cancer. Brain tumour, to its severe stages. The people already consider me dead. No they haven’t informed my family. I can hear them talk and they seem to plan on telling them this afternoon as soon as they confirm my death.

I cannot move any part of my body, not even my eyes. My heart skips almost every alternate beat and is slowing down every second. I can feel no pain. The doctors closed my eyes to prevent extra pressure on the optic centre of my brain, which was close to the sight of infection, earlier.

I know I am going to die, but I still am alive. I try lifting my hand, but I’m scared. I heard the doctors tell my family that even the slightest pressure in this stage can cause permanent damage, and I will eventually die.  I do not believe them. I command my hand to lift itself, but it’s impossible. One part of my brain, the ventral tegmental area, dies with that very thought of action. Continue reading “I’m alive!”

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The Four Best Friends.

“Treat your body as your best friend, and you’ll never be alone!”

How many of us have had those classic ‘Heart-Mind’ battles in our lives. Well, most of us do have it everyday. Let me guess, its the heart which mostly wins, right? That is not true for some people, but mostly it is our hearts which leads from the front.

Leaving alone the fighters, how many of us have felt lonely at times? How many of us felt like we were all by ourselves in this earth? Did anyone of us felt like no one bothered about us any more? Regardless of the situation which causes us to produce such thoughts, everyone of us did, at least once, think about this stuff, right? Continue reading “The Four Best Friends.”

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Love: Heart, or Brain?

“Love is an intense feeling of deep affection”

Did anyone ever wonder why the poor human organ “heart” is related to the terms love, affection, happiness, attraction, and all the other forms of intense feelings? Does the heart actually think and feel?

Most of us know the heart as an organ which pumps purified blood to all other parts of our body. But when the topic love comes up, we hear everyone telling sentences like “From the bottom of my heart…”, ” My heart beats for you…”, etc. Why is it that there is a mention of the heart whenever the topic of love is discussed. It is indeed an interesting topic to wonder about. Continue reading “Love: Heart, or Brain?”

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