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What will I tell them Dear Heart,
Honestly, I don't know where to start.
Sleepless nights yet full of dreams
Thoughts and music in perfect sync.
The mind stays alert in signals red,
Promises and flattery often fake,
The heart in pain still bled,
Some wounds never really heal from rest.
Thoughts that can't be reached,
Distances that can't be breached,
Between alter egos within;
Fear and uncertainty lurks there in,
That often burn the bridges of chances,
Holding the soul back from a leap of faith;
And the soul keeps asking questions
Why do we live with conflicting egos?
While the heart and mind
Doesn't know how to let go...
For all the dreams you once dreamt,
And all the love you ever felt,
For all your tears and fears,
Heart aches and desires,
Make sure in the end,
You choose YOU,
Above everything else.
Dear Mr. and Mrs Kohli,
You look absolutely stunning in the pink themed dream wedding. It's been a long wait for your family of fans to get those candid snaps. And we simply can't stop drooling over the smiles and stares. For every girl it's a dream day. Anushka you gave us all major goals. I loved your simple elegant no makeup bridal. Such a rare thing to see where the glow of the bride says everything. Virat, who knew you would end up marrying in Italy someday. Who knew I would have tears in my eyes watching you stare with that smile at her, coming to the mandap? Hell, I surprised myself with this happiness. I was supposed to be jealous wasn't I ? But I am immensely happy. We all hoped for...
Her eyes. Her deep dark brown eyes. They convey more than what you can put in words. Did you know that? Did you know how your smile made her heart skip a beat or how your self doubt looked enormously cute. No. You saw her scars. You judged them. You saw her fake smile. The concealer and bruises. You saw her beauty. Did you see the way she looked at you while you explained unrealistic dreams? Did you remember her doubting you or your thoughts once? That my friend was her faith. And love. And what did you do? All you knew and saw were the flaws. Pity on your soul that still seeks validation from others. Shallow and naive. You drove her away. Shunned her for things beyond her control. Like she ...
I remember a time some years back when we used to say "Jab tak Dhoni hai umeed hai. " And then Dhoni had decided to replace an injured Sachin Tendulkar with a new comer. The whole country was unsure. I was hopeful. Those days only the important matches of the U19 world cup were aired and I remember watching your inning. The young lad made the teenager stare in awe at his shots. I was a fan already. Today, the chase master is a star. Rather, the star. We say "Jab tak Kohli hai we can chase down anything." You live in a billion prayers and hopes. You inspire every youth's dream. You are believe itself. And has anyone ever seen two captains give us bro goals? Mahirat is a dream. You...
In a world full of perfect love stories, love is not meant to be flawless. It involves overcoming things, conquering more. Love is not easy. That's why it's rare. The holding on. The strength and magic.
It is not about building mausoleum to your dead wife to show you loved her. It's about respecting her while she lived. It's not about dying for him. It's about being his strength in tough times. It's all about a battle of life. Together.
People often wonder about my musings. Ask me, why them? There was a Shah Jahan who built his beloved a Taj Mahal or a Heer willing to die for her Majnu why a warrior whose love was never heard of. I smile at the questions. Yes, most people will not even know or heard of the people I muse on. Atleast one for sure. It's Maharana Partap and his Ajabdeh. Why? I will answer in my next letter.
It was probably 1996, when she opened the pages of the first colourful book.
The prince on a white horse, purple robe was being watched in secret by the Damsel in distress, Cinderella. Fairy tales gave her a totally different world. Taught her not to trust easily, taught her there were bad people in the world amidst near and dear ones, worse, in disguise. There were wars fought. Battles won. Love and truth won in the end. Always. And they lived happily ever after.
But 21 years hence she had wondered. What was it that made the fairy tales so interesting? The brave prince? The beautiful down to earth princess? The evil queens? The happily ever after?
No. It was all the struggle, the jo...
"I wish I had a time machine, To travel back 500 years through History!"
I don't know what to call you, an inspiration? an idol? a muse? or my thoughts? So like any cliche letter this one wont start with "Dear..."
I may look crazy to people that am even writing this one to you!
9th May, AD 1540. You were born to change the concept of Independence for every Rajput. Since then for 57 long years you lived a life that inspired many more after you to follow their hearts and live their dreams and believe in achieving the impossible. You gave every Indian the first sense of Freedom.
Okay, to everyone clueless out there, You are Rana Pratap Singh of Mewar.
To me You are my Muse, The Her...
MS Dhoni Sir,
How can you be so selfless and flawless? Such calm and composure on the field, such hawk eyes of accuracy! When You First came in the playing 11, with that long hair and aggressive shots! I remember people used to comment where from you get such power to hit it out of the park. Your aggression led many to say you can never play defensive. You proved everyone wrong with your captaincy! How much you evolved and learnt and finally taught the game of cricket is unbelievable! Your contribution, not only to the Indian Cricket Team but also to the world of Cricket and Captaincy is priceless.
It feels really good to see you almost school teach the youngsters, b...
#3.15 A.M. Sleepless Soul.Perhaps a Lonely Heart, seeking Answers.
Why do people leave? Why do we keep seeking the Perfect thing we want so badly in life? Why do people expect us to change who we are for them?
When we meet people we have no EXPECTATIONS of a friendship, companionship, or Love. With time a relationship brews. Perhaps of a Muse and an Admirer, a writer and her words. A Laugh and the reason behind it. But then EXPECTATIONS knock on the door of a healthy happy relationship.
Am not talking of Love here. No am not. A friendship. A musing. Or just exchange of thoughts. Everything and everyone has a separate bond. We start knowing people. We start expecting. And ultimately,...