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?

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…

Curiosity

With his mother in a town lived a curious child

One day some questions popped up in his mind

The world is so big and my feet are small

How will I be able to cover it up all?

How will my tiny eyes understand other’s pain

Or single out teary faces under the rain?

To wipe those tears my hand is feeble and weak

How will it clear the distraught drenched cheek?

My mind won’t be able to catch up the train

Of thoughts of people who call themselves sane

How will I replace my smile with a frown

Like all men and women thriving in the town

To let every dark cloud easily pass

Stoicism and strength how will I amass?

Like you how will I be able to hide my scars

For people to peep in , my heart will be ajar.

One day everyone will leave me at the eleventh hour

And venom of malice is all that they’ll shower

In this obscure dusky world of overgrowns

Taking every breath will be a great milestone

Among hushed up voices my thoughts I won’t shout

If I’ll be able to survive that way I really doubt.

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Isn’t it true that living in the world as a grown-up among those Grownups is not as good as it seems. Do you think that way too? Or is there a brighter side to your story? Don’t forget to drop your precious comments.

And if you pen down your version do let me know.

Just maybe

Love is in the air. Everyone is busy talking about their love stories. I’m happy I don’t have one. But there’s something I want to tell someone.

I know whatever we talked in those endless nights and that date you took me to will remain a sweet imagination. All that I had asked you was a warm hug but you gave me my first kiss. Even if just in our heads yet the way your lips touched mine…. Oh! That relishing feeling is perfectly preserved in my heart. The sweet shiver my spine got every time you held my hands.

But now all those butterflies I had in my stomach when your eyes met mine have rested in peace. There’s no trace of any of them.

You might be thinking what suddenly happened to me and why am I talking of that old stuff today??

I haven’t forgotten the way my walls melted each time you gave me that captivating smile. My love, every moment of our cute ‘little’ tale is treasured in my heart. But now I’m done with all the faking. I’m tired of wearing that “I’m so strong” kind of tag.

The burden of nostalgia has made my heart heavy and the way you react as if everything is fine is the madeleine to it. I don’t know what’s up to you but I can’t fake it and nor am I that strong.

All that you are doing right now is right but my love its hurting and really so. Every part of me is aching. What has made it worst is that my body responds to one and only one medicine ‘YOU”. It’s only you who can annihilate my pain.

I know you won’t be able to hold yourself back after reading this. I know you really well my love. Maybe that’s why I chose to write here so that my words can reach you… Never.

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Drop your precious comments below. If you thought it was somewhat relatable then these are just for you

Tonight

Where were we??

Aftermath

 

My Conveyor

I was there sitting in my room so comfortably in such a cold wintery night when a paper fell down out of an old book. I was surprised to see it was that very piece of paper on which you once wrote me a poem…

My mind was wrapped up with your reminiscence and of the way you accidently did so much for me- accidentally on purpose…. It reminded me of the pleasures, you gave me by simple non materialistic things. Each syllable spoke of the way you used to flatter me by praising my eyes and my voice and my smile and what not. Images of you smiling at me started flashing in front of my eyes. Even that rusty paper had the fragrance of the priceless moments we shared. Then suddenly, I could feel you around me, sitting by my side. Your eyes, your lips and your spirit- all wore such a captivating smile.

My chain of thoughts was interrupted when all of a sudden my cell pinged. Oh! There was a notification from wordpress and then you disappeared. I just muted my cell and sat there for next 30 minutes waiting for you to return. But to my disappointment you didn’t come back.

Now I’m not sure if I should wait for some more time. But I’m damn sure that though just for a few moments, you really took me to a whole different world. You’re indeed my conveyor…..

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This post has been published in response to Conveyor

Transient

Talking,writing and acting- you were a connoisseur of all arts,

With a great ease you became my indispensable part.

Even a monosyllable in your voice seemed highly ecstatic,

Your smile was really contagious and those eyes were so magnetic.

If not a happy ending, I wished to have with you atleast a good start,

Because inside I knew that in a little while you would depart.

Till then I wanted to savor each and every moment we had,

Each one with you- whether happy or sad.

You made me believe it was only you to whom I belong,

I undubiously accepted that till we are together, nothing can go wrong.

But then all of a sudden you disappeared into an abyss unknown,

Everything around me became insignificant when I was left alone.

And without even uttering a word miles apart you have gone,

And taking pieces of me too you have left me all torn.

How perfectly you tore each part of me without even giving me a clue,

With which to fix them back someone please get me a glue.

You have turned everything around and nothing is now the same,

Except that every leftover part of me still carries your name….

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Aftermath

Spellbound- the poem

Most beautiful adornment

 

Children (the poem)

Children- the beings who do not know whats right for them and what’s wrong…

whatever may happen they can easily get along…

They are the ones who never worry of your opinion….

You like them or not, they will still be in oblivion…

Stubborn, lively and ever demanding….

Their world is beyond understanding….

Let’s  respect their opinion and set them free….

If you do so they will surely grow into a fruitful tree…

 

 

Bliss

SARCASM is what gives you LAUGHTER

ACHIEVEMENT is what gives you SMILE

And SATISFACTION is what gives you BLISS.

Most beautiful adornment

If you are asked about a thing that a female should carry at all times or a thing without which she is incomplete. You may have a variety of answers ranging from a lip gloss to kohl to moisturizer. But you’ll forget the most essential thing without which a woman’s beauty is always incomplete-A BEAUTIFUL SMILE.

A  smile can substitute your Kohl rimmed eyes or those glossy lips or pink smooth face. But nothing can substitute your smile. Any pic or selfie is incomplete without a smile. even pouts can’t replace your smile from any of your selfies. one little curve on your face can straight all your situations. Smile is contagious. Ever wondered whats so special about an infant? IT ITS SMILE.

Smile has no language yet can speak so much. One smile can say what a 1000 words can’t. Its like a remedy for almost all your problems. So, next time when you feel upset, bad or sad, just stand in front of the mirror and give yourself a heartwarming smile.YOUR CHEEK APPLE IS ENOUGH FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS.

SO, SMILE TILL YOU HAVE TEETH…