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Have you ever felt that addiction?
That addiction with people?
People Who are always around you?
It is weird and amusing at the same time, the way they Get tangled in your life and the moment you start untangling, you find your Fingers tangled too, somewhere between the knots, Somewhere happily somewhere Naturally!
Wings to fly?
Dreams to conquer?
Castles to rule?
Men to serve?
She didn't ask for any of them
She just asked for one life
That you live, he lives and
everyone else lives
She just asked for her dignity
Which her life is bound to serve
And that too
was snatched away
harshly, mercilessly, cruelly
She asked nothing but
A life she could live!
Every now and then
At every instance
I feel caged and burdened
Caged inside insecurities
Burdened with expectations
Why can't I break free?
Why can't I simply live?
Why not just wander?
Why are there goals and ambitions?
Why everyone wants to achieve?
Why this? Why that?
Can anyone explain that?
I won't ask for reason ,
But an answer will restore my faith.
कुछ सुलझी कुछ अनसुलझी पहेलियाँ,
कुछ सरल कुछ कठिन लम्हे,
कुछ बातें कुछ वादें,
चंद बारिश की बूंदे,
इसी पसोपेश में,
एक वक्त गुज़र गया ।
Will you do me a favor please?
Look around yourself! Not just a casual look, but I wanted you to look closely into the life of your friends, your close ones, your family and indeed you as well!
Everyone is full of words said and unsaid. The said ones were light yet they kept on departing but those words which were unsaid , they are there in everyone's mind ever since. With the weight that all those words carry and the fact that they never departed, how do you plan to smile? How will your close ones smile? Thinking about it? Well don't think,
Instead Share, Express and Listen!
Everyone forgets this basic need and forgets the importance of expressing because of the fear of getting judged. But...
A pause, between us,
A void, as you call it,
A moment, of disagreement,
A fight, over something unworthy
Were these really worthy of you walking away from
Those beautiful days together?
Those random plans we made?
Those beautiful moments we created?
Those pillow fights in bed?
I may not promise that
I will keep waiting for you to return
You have ruptured me to that extent
That I can't fight anymore
And that those moments
have created voids which
will never get filled
And will make me remember
Of all the pauses I am having in my life
But you my dear, is free to play well.
"Not this time, I am not ready yet"
She kept yelling at him, who robbed her harshly out of her clothes without caring for the rashes it was making on her gentle skin. She tried but couldn't escape and after an hour both lied tired.
The difference, She was shattered and in pain and he was very much content.
It had to be the night which her friends used to joke about. Yes it was her wedding night.
Have you ever seen them together?
They were like the first ray of sun and the dew drop..
You must have seen the spark that dew drop gets when the first rays of sun shine upon it after a cold chilled night.
Yes, she was the dew drop and him, he was that ray. Then the cold nights were gone and he couldn't find her. He shined more to find her, dried everything on his way and that's when summers unfolded.
As the night grew, Silence whispered
Her subconscious started
Revisiting those moments
Disturbed in her sleep,
A tear rolled down
the wet pillow
when she woke up
In the morning..
Take Over Tomorrow:
As every other day
I will wake up tomorrow
To a world which doesn't value life, laughs and love. I will wake up
in a world where someone's life is less important than religion he is stamped with. I will eat and throw away the remaining food knowing that there are several millions of people who can't get even a single meal. Tomorrow, I will try being nice to everyone around me and not complain of what's wrong because being straightforward has long been treated as a crime. Tomorrow, I will spend my another day again to judge my position in the never ending rat race of my career.
I am not sure if my tomorrow is *general* in sense or matches with someone's tomorrow. But one...
Life is a bitch,
they keep saying.
That they didn't
embrace their life
with hugs .... 💕
Lost in the deep and dark blues
Overly mesmerized with
She forgot that
All of this
Not the one which fades with age,
But the one which shines with time..
Not the one which soothes eyes,
But the one which captivates minds..
Not the one which attracts many
But the one which summons few...
Not the one defined by the skin,
But the one defined by actions...
Is what resembles the beauty
Of you, of me and everything around..
This is for you Drew,
Words- are less
To convey- is more
My feelings- beyond description
My wishes- with you forever
What possibly I can wish for the person who made it possible for the unheard voices that they get heard ....
The person who always makes sure that everyone feels comfortable around here...
But if I am allowed to wish..
I wish he is always happy and smiles with the same energy...
I wish his vision expands beyond imaginations ....
I wish he is always the Drew he is ...
Happy birthday Drew :)
More power to you :)
Like the Colors of crayons
Each delivering it's own aura
Spreading it's own color..
Like the droplets of wave
Falling up and down
Yet always intact...
Like leaves of the same tree
Swaying together with wind
Yet each one so green..
We are the different addresses
Of the letters addressed
Yet so similar...
Letters to him #1
There is you who talks of things that persist and exist...
Then there is me who dreams of something that may exist..
There is you who knows how things may contemplate to be..
Then there is me who wishes of nicest contemplations...
There is you who sums up everything in simple words and fascinates me every other time...
Then there is me who overthinks, fantasizes and expects anything before it begins...
Love and lovers,
Kindness and kind people,
Hopes and hopeful,
Dreams and dreamers,
Waves and sailors,
Light and motivators,
Once and for always..
I will walk away from
The corners of my home
Still have his presence..
They ask me to start afresh
Forgetting the winter days..
But the jazz tunes
Send me back
From where I had started
And I lay there
Sitting on my chair
Mesmerized with those
Tales of Springs.
Like the relics of old times,
Like the scriptures on those rocks,
It has been a long time
Under the moon
#microtale #random #midnight
At the end,
she was one mystical star
on the corner of sky
no one dared to complete her!
Of those hours,
Of soul and body,
And the drives
Of passion ,
And ask for your presence!
Them the shadows of those grey clouds
Hovering over the grass so green
On which i lay with all my dreams..
I fear the way they roam around
And dance with those weird laughs
those silent whispers they make
As i lie over the grass so green
Fear or pain?
the question remains
Till then i lie there
To let it rain!
Paint it Red..
Paint it blue..
Paint it like
I always wanted to..
#For papa, (while i am in my hostel)
The day i opened my eyes,
I saw you by my side..
The care and love you have for me,
Has grown with the time..
Those caring words of yours'
Oh, i feel their presence still.. I assure!
You were the one who saved me
beaten up by mom..
The one and only one
Who gifted me my wishes ..
While i move in my adulthood
I feel more like being with you...
I wanna gain some more of your love.
Dad! I miss being with you...
I would gift some wings to myself
And may be I will keep flying..
Go everywhere and see people
In every corner of the world.
Or may be
I will try to read minds
With the magic wand..
As many minds as many imaginations..
Or may be I will try to make
The Harry Potter world
Where it will be just magic all around..
Or may be..
I will ask my wand to make all the bad people disappear
Without any bloodshed
And I may ask to erase their memories..
Only if I have that magic wand...