Are you still there? Will I still find you there? Above the aisle, under the lit chandelier with the light reflecting off your face with an intensity and luminosity that can put the outer space to shame? Will you still be there draped in a veil of love and your Kohl laden eyes shifting their balletic gaze from me to the ground as you shy away from any contact of our love smitten pupils?
Will you still be there in the park, resting your head on my shoulder and absorbing the aesthetic view and infancy of blossoming childhood with adorable sighs? Will you still be there on the crowded roads, holding my hands and scared of the oncoming traffic, looking into my eyes to help you cross the road? Wil...
Mountains or Beaches ??
What would you prefer? To what would you run to first? What excites you the most? What puts you at ease and gives you peace?
Have you ever thought about these questions? You might have fought with your friends about what vacation to take next : the trek to Western ghats or the beaches of Gokarna? The never ending WhatsApp group chats would just add to the dilemma and not answer any of your questions.
The best answer to these questions would just be another simple question - What speaks to you? The strong, high mountains? Or the rash waves and soothing sea breeze?
Mountains can be intimidating or scary to a few, for others they might be a feeling of strength and ca...
I am 21 years old. Female. Not studying. Not employed. What am I doing?
Let’s recap around a year back to get a better understanding.
Last year I graduated from my college. Great! I was thrilled to get out of that shit hole. It wasn't as if my college was a pathetic one. It's got a good brand name or reputation. But people, environment vibes - all sucked. So, I was out of that hell and ready to venture on my own. I had, somehow, convince my parents that I want to take an year off. Being the lovely humans they are, they had agreed. Yes, they hesitated but still agreed.
Officially, my gap year started at the end of May 2017. That means, I have spent 8 months of my gap year....
Whats it like in London?
Is it exciting! My heart wants to visit there someday. Is it just a city? I wouldn't care, i feel as though I've been there once upon a lifetime.
Another weekend gone by.
I wait in anticipation for the next weekend to come, when I do t have to stare at my screen all day long, sit in one position in my uncomfortable chair, and look at the faces of same people I have seen everyday since the last six months.
The world of adults is a hard one to cope with. Monotony, perhaps is my biggest grouse against growing up. Everyday is same, Monday could be Tuesday could he Thursday. It is the same cycle again and again.
I agree there is a certain comfort to the sameness of life but life needs excitement, a day of chaos amidst all this repetitive orderliness of everyday.
I should probably go on a long vacation. Though it would help if my pock...
Travelling....does it always have to take place physically?
I don't agree. We keep travelling through out our lives.
As soon as I wake up, I go back to my home town where I wake up with the gentle breeze and the soft rays of the sun. As I get ready for the day, the moisture from Calcutta is felt over my skin which refuses to leave it till the end of the day. A quite place where I am left all alone with my thoughts bring me to my niece who studies in hostel. Shopping bags and the discount vouchers held on to me like my mother. The delicious , mouth watering smell of food brings back images of my grandmother cooking in sweat and never complaining. The teacher who always manages to say the ri...
There was this tangible ache in my heart.
There was this oscillating restlessness deep inside my bones.
There was this unbearable helplessness in the narrow crevices of my soul.
There was this insatiable craving in the breaths.
In the somnolent towns, there was a hurricane inside me.
And you were the one who could turn it into a placid ocean
The aftermath destructing me with memories.
Where I fought an unseen, silent battle after having defeated the catastrophe.
In the silence,
My heart throbs beat loud, trying to convey the pain.
Not through tears this time.
And in that blurry loneliness,
With your absence
And my cravings
I shattered again like the mere tiny drops of fragra...
While crossing through my mind
Halts for a moment
And questions me
If I still remember you.
If I still love you
And if I still live you.
Your mellifluous voice
Reverberates in my ears
Your eyes stare into mine
And pierce through into the soul.
The heart throbs start oscillating slowly now
And the fragile tears let go off the emotions.
Your feeble laughter
The softness of your hair
Your smile embraces me.
Love stole a lifetime from me,
For it required one
And when you came around,
It gifted me that stolen lifetime back
To make our story immortal
That the lovers rejoice every autumn
And forget every spring
For a perpetual cycle of ...
If you could go on any adventure right now, what adventure would that be?
Tag your letter 'adventure'.
We can't wait to read your answers!
I know you are busy.
I know you are setting up new life, a new house for yourself.
I know your time is trapped in the new modalities of your renewed self that demands your attention immediately.
I know you are embedded between the pen and paper that are going to fetch you currency notes.
I know you are stuck in the chaos of traffic that consist of humans, just like you, making a beeline to their home.
I know you are glued to the imaginary numbers on the screen that shall fetch you real happiness.
I know you are lying down on your bed paralyzed by the exhaustion of a days work.
I know you are really busy.
But don't forget to come back home to me.
Con él, solo con él
el frío desaparece de mi piel
Una hoja en blanco se transforma
en palabras manchadas,
y en mis noches heladas
tu recuerdo se transforma
en abrazos a mi almohada
Mis pensamientos de todo el día
se convierten en sonrisas a escondidas
Mis sueños de cada noche
serán la conversación de mañana
aunque no lo notes
Y las ganas de mi finde
serán la razón para no dormirme.
Contigo, amor mío
mi futuro ya está escrito.
Taste the tobacco off my chapped lips once again
And let me embrace your shattered soul
To fix it with my not so resilient but warm breaths
To melt your skin
And mould you back into the person I loved
Let me kiss the pain
From that broken heart
That drenches your eyes
And drowns your dreams
In those saline tears.
Let me taste the gore
Dripping off the narrow crevices on your skin
That engulfs you in bitterness
For I know,
In it's particles
Love still breathes.
Let us for one last time
Intertwine into each other
To disentangle our own selves.
Shower me with your presence for one last time
So that for this once,
When you depart
You don't take a part of me along.
In summers I sat by fire
With a muffler choking me
And my breaths freezing.
I took solace around the snow
Lying naked on the white sheet
Barely concealing the chapped skin.
In autumn I held tight to the loose branches
And the colorless world.
I let go of life
To lie crumpled, like a leaf
While everyone bloomed.
I sat in a corner
In utter darkness
And when it was day
With my eyes closed
I searched everywhere for the light
The faint ray of hope
I loved you when I couldn't even get myself together
When I couldn't even love
And hated you when I was all in love with you.
I wish you understood
I wish you realised
I wish you mended
This unbroken so...
I returned home an hour ago from bangalore. Things never go as planned. I was supposed to return with my friend but since mom asked me to join her for New Year celebration, I had to rush back home. Uncle never came to pick me up at the railway station. Looks like he's still angry with me. I completely understand why he was not willing to let me travel. I realised it an hour ago. It's New Year eve. The trains were packed. I should have reserved my ticket. It was chaos everywhere. I was not even sure if I would return home tonight or be stranded somewhere. This is why uncle never wanted me to go. Oh but I can't help it. My friend needed me. I went shopping. I ate and ate and ate delicacies. I c...
After 6 years I returned "home",
Home with family and friends,
Home with familiarity I once thought I knew,
But many has changed,
I have changed,
Or rather - I have found myself...
I does not belong here,
For once in 6 years,
I felt the immense sorrow of losing solitude,
I am homesick - at home...
Oh take me back to Kampar,
A sleepy town I found me,
Where every morning is an affirmation,
My spirit sets out to sail and search,
And every night is a promise
Of my wondering soul returning home...
How I longed for the solitude once again,
Of a place a called mine,
One so refreshing and surreal,
Where I am all alone - peaceful and quiet...
I yearn once again,
For the e...