|nothing much to say about me, unless you find out something worth writing here|
Sometimes, the tears fall when you have no reason. They just want to flow, rush out of your body, till every drop of them is exposed to the world outside your body.
You feel an emotional surge. Something which is hard to explain because, like tears, they too are devoid of reason. And, they are strong. So strong, they are not in your control. You can feel their strength and your weakness all at the same time. They have a charm to lure you in, by any memories or thoughts, which hardly matters to them but, matters all the dime in the world to you.
They give rise to these tears, making you sob uncontrollably and constantly. A season of sadness covers your whole face. The tears unstoppable.
The sum of our Love
Can never be measured in numbers
They are hidden in those moments
We shared and spent
They are in those fights
Which went ugly and unfair
They are in the times we were sick
Worried about each other
They are in the times we kissed
As deeply as we can
They are in the times we spoke
The happy sad times of our heart
They are in those dreams
We made with each other
They are in everything
That makes us US
The sum of our Love
Is measured in our relationship
I wish to walk up that path with you. The one that leads to our home. And I don't mean the home that you buy or the one for us alone. I mean the one where I would be yours - soulfully, righteously, ritually.
LOVE can be a word.
LOVE can be a feeling.
LOVE can be the caution.
LOVE can be the relief.
LOVE can be a bondage.
LOVE can be for lust.
LOVE is a world
Which starts with HIM
And ends with HIM
Facing the storms
He was trying to stand tall
She was caught in a tornado
Making way for herself
Destiny played it's card
Making them both meet
The despair in both of them
Complemented each other
Not an all yes yes time
None knows why they stayed
When they could have found someone else
To cry to and to soothe them
Two broken hearts
Empathic to the other
Headed on a crazy road
Changing the course of their life
Healing the ruins
The hearts joined
To form a complete shape
#13 Word Story
Lost in each other,
Time passing by
Laying on her bed, late at night after struggling through the day to make the most out of it she is tired. Switching on her mobile phone, checking all the messages she received, she wasn't in the mood to reply to any of them. And her fingers magically reached the Gallery app, opened them and scrolled a bit lower. There, her fingers stood still and her eyes fixated on the picture in front of her. It was him, love of her life. The one who changed her in such a way she fails to recognise the old her.
Her mind flooding with the memories. Memories of him with her. Memories of them being happy, in this house, in this room. Memories of showering together. Memo...
Today is when I realised that there comes a time when you do things for someone who was never a part of your life before, even if it means breaking rules, rules of your own or of your parents, you do it and you don't regret it because you know you will do it even if you have to do it a million times again.
You will never know when someone would matter so much in your life. But yes, that day will come if it hasn't arrived yet. Someday soon.
That day you would be happy to be in love, especially, when it's from both side.
They say 'Technology connects us' but I never realised this before today. I never realised the meaning of those words before the current day and I am glad that I realised it's meaning.
I realised it when he called me just so I can listen to the Pooja happening at Durga Pooja even though 1/2 of the things I was not able to und because it was in pure Sanskrit. But it was a sweet gesture on his side to do something so sweet, so small and so simple for me. And yes, it was his choice to do that. In the start I failed to understand what it was and why he wasn't talking but I kept faith in him and as time passed I understood what it was and why he called me.
I am greatful to him for this. Thanks ...
There is no place for jealousy in love
There is no part of it in a relationship.
Jealousy may at times give us the illusion of love but it's the one thing that kills love in the first place. The whole process of the jealousy cycle can be described as - Initially, you feel a bit jealous of your person speaking to someone else. And then slowly it increases every time you see them together. Then you wish they both won't talk or communicate or meet each other. The feeling so strong in you. Next, comes the cloud of doubts wherein you want your man/lady to explain the whole meet and the reasons and all and still you are not satisfied with their reply. Next, you force them to not meet by eithe...
I am so tempted to write this to my workplace manager. But instead I'm writing it here. And all of it is based on true events.
In the wake of the new a bit romantic and a tad bit scary development of the gathering of the greyish rain clouds over the whole region of the city enveloping it like a blanket of either romance or sadness signalling the time in the life of the city's human and non-human residents wherein the sun is completely blocked or hidden on the other side from the living species and the thunder erupting from it like a war of swords being played in the mighty heaven and the audience cheering it as a whole with a keen interest in the final conclusion of the winning and losing ...
What's our meaning in life?
What gives meaning to a human life?
Can education, job, money give a meaningful life?
Why is life so dependent on the job you do, the money you earn, the qualification you get?
Why can't life be above this?
Why can't we do things because we love to do them and not because we are forced to do it due to parents or peer pressure or other reasons?
Why has life has to be so hard and tough in the recent world?
Why is life this way?
What if today would be my last day in this life, on this planet, in this Universe... What would I do...
I can't change the world in one day. But, if I have the remaining time of the day till 12 night then truly it's a very short span of time.
Firstly, I would tell my parents about my boyfriend. I haven't told them yes because I am not ready to face their reaction yet. Would spend time with them, talk to them without any gadgets and TV around.
Secondly, will ask my friends if they could come to meet me. If they are busy then well will leave a note for them so they could remember me when I'm gone.
Thirdly, will clear off all the grudge I had for people by telling them w...
Life of people in Corporates. More specifically the employees in the organizations.
First of all they are treated as machines. Work, work, work. Do more work. This work too. Finish this before the deadlines. Finish it tonight even if it's Friday night. Finish it in 2 day even if those 2 days are Saturday and Sunday.
Secondly, you are unwell? Come to office, you have work pending. The deadline is so close and the work hasn't even finished yet.
You are depressed? You still have to work.
Someone died in your family? You still have e to work.
Work the whole night and complete it even though you won't get paid extra for it.
Headache? Pop a pill and work
Just work all the time.
Yesterday, someone wrote this to me.
"Relationship starts because two people come together, two unique people. In time, they become one. But the mistake is that they lose their uniqueness which brought them together in the first place."
I can't get over the words, the meaning they have. They seems so true and something people so easily ignore. This is something we all need to remember...
We all meet people, today or tomorrow, we meet. But what if your meet turns into a rollercoaster ride which goes only higher and higher? What if it's like a rocket, going up at top speed?
It's natural to be scared at those times. To just sit and wonder - Where it will go? Will it end? Will it break you? When you became so fortunate? How it even started? Why is it so crazy?
Let me tell you this - no love story is the same and not all of them go ahead to marriage or long term commitment. We make choices for various reasons and it's okay.
We don't know the future but we can live the present, love our love and enjoy the moments. We may be together or we may be apart.
This time I'm a bit sca...
For once she wanted to act irresponsibly. For once she wanted to do things without caring about the results. For once she wanted to just spend a day with someone.
The one thing she never realised before was that it was all nature's play to bind them both in a beautiful relation, restore their hope in life and love and bring a smile on their face.
The strongest thing in the whole world is the heart which feels crushed by the pain of breakage by someone she really loved and cared for them from the bottom of her heart still, never losing the hope in the elixir called love. The one who won't stop believing in miracles and love even if one or two people she loved proved to them that love does not exist and is just a word for getting laid and/or to get expensive gifts and/or monetary benefits. The strongest heart is the one which can look in the eyes of her crush/love with confidence and strength well aware of the immense pain inside and speaks the feeling she felt for them and the pain it made her go through and the times she felt hopeles...
What is Love?
I have literally heard millions of definitions of love by people around me. Some say, it's when you kiss someone and that kiss blows your mind. Some say, it's when you care for someone more than yourself. Some say, it's what you feel around them. Some say, it's when you are ready to take a bullet for them. Some say, it's when you look into their eyes and you can't look away. And much more like even if 100 books are written on it, it still won't cover it all.
So here I'm asking you all, what is LOVE?
Full stop is not the end because even though it signifies the end of the sentence it allows space to start a new sentence, everything afresh. The same is with life, heartbreak is like a full stop, it may look like the end but believe me, it's just a start of something more beautiful, unless your pages are full. But hey, you can always buy another book and keep writing the story of your life. It's a choice, make the most out of it. Come out strong not weak.
The morning offered her a new hope, a day to accomplish what she wants, a day to tame, make the most out of it.
Her prayers goes to the almighty, for the strength of her actions and harsh decisions.
Give me the strength to do my best today and not regret it tomorrow.
Give me the strength to complete my tasks as efficiently as possible for the day.
Give me the strength to be humble today.
Bask me in kindness, love, compassion, empathy.
Grant me the wisdom to choose wisely and make decisions benefiting me and others mentally, physically and materially.
Give me the courage to have patience and be wise with words.
Give me the strength to rip my demons apart, whatever they are so I could be a better human than I am now.
Give me myself to hold on to in good and bad times.
Just a touch of his lips on her forehead dissolved all of her worries in front of her because in that moment she knew, no matter what comes he will always be by her side, he will be her strength
I always wondered why people were attracted to letters. I guess we would have taken time a lot of effort to pen down something in a piece of paper, that was to travel miles in the hands of a stranger to probably deliver the news to someone who is waiting. The anticipation, the sheer unpredictability of the person reading the letter. A lot would have happened between the time the letter was sent and the letter was received by the intended. The writer expressing his profound and deep sense of love would have been buried deep within sand or burned to Ashes by the letter of love and proposal made it to his beloved.
Then the wait for a reply growing within us as it took time for a ...
Love brought them to the shore,
it pulled them to each other.
Love kissed them in their dreams,
made the heart feel.
Love brought them back to life,
filled it all with rainbows.
The whole world weaved a world so strong for them that even after trying so hard to part ways they still found themselves in each other's arms.
She wasn't a perfect child, a good daughter as per the societal norms. She tired hard to be that for her parents, so much that she denied her things. But all her failures were noticed more then her accomplishments, boring into her skin everyday, every week, every month by the parents' till the frequency resides. It all made her feel worthless, hopeless and shattered her inside.
She looked outside her blood to find someone who would appreciate her, who would love her. Yes, her parents loved her, there was no doubt but their piercing words and the wounds from them were more deep than the healing their love could ever bring in her life. She never knew it at that time.
Her search finally ended...
Dear (I don't know what to call you),
Since before we met, I knew something was different. I never thought too much about it then but I think I should have thought about it, would have saved me. I know, if I write this letter to you, it won't mean anything to you, and I know, and I don't expect it to mean. I just want to say, for once, everything.
I was vulnerable to you in every meet. I don't know if you ever observed it. It wasn't a choice baby, it was a feeling of trusting you and feeling safe around you. I never choose you, my heart did.
Meeting you was the best times I had in my life. Seeing you smile felt so good, I can't explain. I started...