What is love?

What is Love?

Is it a tingling feeling you get when his eyes meet yours? Pausing your breath for a moment. As if the whole cosmos was nothing but a magnified version of the two pearls stuck in yours. As if all the seas & oceans had massive waves rising wanted to flow away all the scorch and hurt, leaving behind newly formed patternless figures on the shore. As if in that moment all the butterflies wanted to fly as high as they could, perhaps trying to touch the skies. As if you can see a thousand sweet memories just in that one second.

Or is love when you get a divine calmness when he looks in your eyes? As if all the waves & thundering oceans have come to a serene state, leaving the shore free to cover itself up in all the figures & sandcastles it wants. As if in that one moment the flies & the bees do not look for the skies anymore. Instead, find homes on the beautiful crimson petals of a heavenly rose, savoring all that there is in that moment- all that otherwise would have been overlooked.

Is it love when the breeze is so gentle, you can almost hear your heart beating- as if in that very moment, the magnificence of the cosmos had just been folded up in those eyes. Tell me, What is Love?

Change

Hey people…
Change is the only constant, they say…

Times change and so do people. Feelings change and so do opinions. But there is yet another thing that doesn’t change ever- Our yearning to stick with the earlier versions- of people, things and most importantly situations.

Clinging to that person who has long left. Lost in that love which no more exists. Craving for memories that still reside under the blankets of our hearts- the ones which perhaps would never turn into stories- long forgotten.

Reliving the elapsed memories gives us comfort, atleast that is what we keep telling ourselves. But for how long? And how much? Maybe we are too afraid to ask these questions to ourselves.

The one who just went away, was he really worth fighting for? The one you just left, was it really your happy place? Those circumstances that are no more the same, did they really help you grow? Or is all of that just a deception you keep on weaving over and over again?

Yes, change is the only constant because even the sky keeps on changing its colors. How could we remain the same- you and I?

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P.S.
Hope you all are doing well and are safe with your families amidst the global pandemic we all have to face at the moment.

Sure most of us are locked up inside our homes and our normal routines have messed up, but maybe now is the time we all slow down and take a break from the ever increasing rush especially in our professional lives.

So how your lives have changed while being quarantined? Do share in the comments. And needless to say, stay indoors, stay safe…

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Also if you haven’t yet please go through some of my recent posts…

Enigma

Intoxicated

So puzzling

Overthink

Hey people!!

I’ve been away from this place for so long. That transition from school to college took quite some time for me. But all through this time I missed this amazing place and of course you all. Now I am back, though.

On some days words are the only way to liberate one’s thoughts and the only escapism one has is writing. You all know that well, right? And today’s one of those days.

So here it goes

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Times have changed
So have You and I
You talked more about you
I talked more about me
But little did we talk about us
The way we had been
The way we could have been
And here I am
Still overthinking
The way I used to

You told me I looked beautiful
The way you used to say
I smiled
The way I used to do
You have always been great at flattering me, haven’t you been?
But there was something missing today
Could you feel that too??
Or was it just me
Overthinking… Yet Again??

That little moment
When your eyes met mine
A feeling I am so familiar with
That very feeling I had while walking with you
In December’s morning
Just fog everywhere and you and me
You remember that day, don’t you??
It’s December again
Just fog everywhere
Outside
And within me

Two years have passed by
Priorities and personal commitments fulfilled
By both you and me
But somewhere have we lost Us??
Has time taken over… Us??
Has it taken over
what we called Love??
You have changed
I have changed
Or maybe
The vibes between us have
But one thing that has stayed the same
And probably forever will
I still overthink.

P.S.
And also I miss us
Today
And everyday…

Choices- GU#2

This is the second post in my series GROWING UP. Check Here for more details.

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The one thing that marks the beginning of adulthood is making choices. As a teenager the only choice you’ve to make is between your beautiful black dress or that pretty pink one. But as an adult you’ve to make relationship choices. You have to choose your Government and even the vendor to buy groceries from.

Moreover you can no longer look for people to guide you. (And if you do you end up in despair)

Quite often these decisions are conflicting. Family versus dream job or career. The latter one wins as per the need of the hour (atleast that what we tell ourselves).

Mother’s nurturing lap
Extended 10 minute nap
Exclusively sibling rap
‘Only BFF thing’ crap
All of them are hard to wrap
When you have to move to ASAP
At another point in life’s map

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So as an adult what has been the most difficult choice you’ve made? Did you get it right? Do share in the comments.

Pic : Jon Tyson

 

 

 

Acceptance-GU#1

This is the first post in my new series called ‘Growing Up’
Check this post for more details on the same.

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I had expected quite a lot in my Board results- more than I could actually score. Marks don’t matter they say, but what about coming up to the expectations you have from yourself or those of others around you? Now the question is why couldn’t I score as much as I’d expected? Who was responsible for the same?

As this was the first thing that happened to me as I turned 18, the foremost learning as an adult was-

Whatever happened to me, happened because of me
Whatever is happening, is so because of me
I know what to do with my life
I know where to reach
And how to reach there
If I didn’t get something, that was because of me
And if I got something, that too was partially because of me
I am working in such a way that things turn out my way
But I also accept them if they don’t…

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So the first thing I learnt as an Adult is to own the responsibility for the things that happen in my life rather than simply looking for someone to pass the blame on.

Welcome Adulthood

Hey people!!

It has been such a long time I talked to you. So much has been happening lately.

My Board exams are over (one of the biggest milestones in India). And yesterday CBSE surprised (or maybe shocked) us all by releasing the Board results way too early. So I performed pretty well, less than I had expected though (inevitable human expectations you see).

And last week I turned 18 ( yippee) which changes my official status from a TEEN to an ADULT.

Being an adult was something I long awaited. I’ll get a driving license and a voter ID card (and people thinking of me as somewhat responsible)

But suddenly I miss my teenage. I loved emanating those TEENAGE VIBES- being all carefree, zealous, adventurous, ambitious and full of mood swings.

My super recent adulthood, however, compels me to hush up my illogical thoughts, conceal my whimsical emotions, hold back my out-of-the-world kind of fantasies and wishes and make my nonsensical humour all dormant.

I wonder why adults have created such a dreadful image of themselves (according to me atleast) brimming with monotony, artfulness, ego centrism and responsibilities.

If being so makes one adult, I’m still a teenager and will always love to be one. (Plus I get to keep pink as my favourite colour :))

So, as I’m stepping into an entirely new world, I’ve decided to start with a new series called ‘Growing Up’ wherein I’ll post whatever my Adulthood will teach me in the form of short write-ups.

Since I’m naive in this new world your views on this series and all its posts are highly solicited.

Till then see you!!

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Pic by Andrea Mininni

Tuxedo

It’s getting cold now
The evening growing dusky
Sky exhibiting all shades of darkness
Breeze harbouring petrichor
The one you loved
Tinkling my hair
The way you did
Moist green leaves
Lying on the muddy ground
And crimson flowers
Blooming on the trees
Nests cradling cheery birds
Coming back to their tiny chics
Only two stars visible above
Twinkling and staring down
Perhaps trying to cheer me up
By listening to my silent songs
Things seem calm
Tranquil
Everything around yet something missing
And here I am
Sitting
In your Tuxedo

The One Departed (II)

The dreadful day is back
Crystal clear
As if it happened yesterday
The fear incapacitating my mind
An uncanny sensation
His body stiffened and became pale
He lay there
Clouded by people around
The ones who met him every day
And those who couldn’t manage
To meet him
While he was alive
I couldn’t see
His brown eyes
For they were closed now
Strangely my feet quivered
To go near him
The way others did
Faces as white
As the shroud above him
Mourns and cries floating around
Words left unsaid
Regrets for things said…

Exactly two years from then
Things have changed
But it feels as if that day is back
The same silent evening
Darkness pervading
Maybe that’s what makes people different
From things
PEOPLE CAN NOT BE REPLACED

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The One Departed

Quotes Tag

One of the most adorable bloggers The Cereus Florus has nominated me for the Quotes Tag. Do check out her wonderful write ups if you haven’t.

The rules are simple. The nominee can put up quotes from novels, poetries, songs, etc. which have inspired him/her in some way or the other, at some point of his/her life or career, or both. The nominee would be given the discretion to do whatsoever they want to do in the post; he/she can structure the post in his/her own way. The only rule is to put up your favourite quotes and nominate others for the tag!

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Emily Weiss

“Empowerment is the buzzword in industry. But I don’t like that word. People are already powerful. All we need to do is help them unlock their power.”

Muniba Mazari

“Be kind to yourself. Only then you can be kind to others. If someone’s absence makes you better, cherish their absence. It’s always a blessing in disguise.”

Howard Schultz

“Dream more than others, think practical
Expect more than others, think possible
Care more than others, think wise.”

Casey Brown

“No one will pay you what you’re worth. They’ll only pay you what you think you are worth. And you control their thinking.”

Claudia Clan

“We are all born with natural gifts and our purpose, our job is to find out what.”

Malavika Varadan

“A conversation is like reading a book. And every person is a really good book. We are not abridged versions to be boiled up in 140 characters and catchy headlines. We are entire human stories? We deserve more from each other. So what are you going to do in this world called the Library? Look around at the hardbound copies and read the titles?Or actually reach out for a book, open a page and start reading a story? You decide…”

Robert Frost

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.”

Pablo Neruda

“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

And here’s by Anonymous

“The world is not a fairy tale my dear
Leaving a shoe won’t get you a Prince
Try leaving your foot prints instead
And wait for a wanderer to follow”

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My nominies

Pia

B.

The Rendezvous Club

Shantanu Baruah

paeansunplugged

Radhika

The Girl in Red

Every murmur in the wedding hall dropped dead
As she stepped in looking so beautiful in red

Suddenly all the charming lilies started looking frail
And all the lovely lavenders at once became pale

Placed in the garland that interdigitated her hair
With those white jasmine aromatic turned the air

Not even the sublime ocean with high rising foam
Had ever seemed to be such a divine epitome

From the dew drops on a crimson rose’s realm
Had perhaps she got her angelic charm

A feast to the eyes, it was such an ethereal sight
So son, that’s how your mother looked at our wedding night