A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
I have made terrible mistakes in my life.
I have also abandoned many.
I did break hearts too.
But I forgave myself.
Grand ma' says, "Confession, Realization is adequately enough."Leave a Comment
I do not remember when and how I fell in love with poetry.
Maybe, because it rues your breathe of life but with a good pain.
It is dark but it's the bright dark.
Maybe it is complicated but simple.
Poetry.
Leave a CommentTwo things.
One – Although, it hurts these fingertips when I write my intimate, unprocessed emotions for the world, for you, to see, judge them open as I leave them behind, involuntarily naked. I am not afraid. I am not ashamed.
Two – Although, I don’t get to talk to you, text you, meet you often, join cafe’ conversation with you but I assure you, I do observe ravingly, intently; and feel quite deeply if I see something purely good or evil happen around me.
Point of the matter, you are visible to me if you choose to.
Meaning, you will always be in my nonpareil thoughts if you care to show thyself up.
One thing.
I am a peaceful turbulence.
And just like Reed narrates it in Shawshank Redemption - "Some birds just can't be caged, their feathers are too bright."
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When he cried that fine evening, he metamorphosized into a butterfly.
When fear showed up at his door step to scare him away,
he embraced her, took it under his wings,
whispered into her ear -- enlighten, educate me.Leave a Comment
One good thing about being in love with you is learning to love myself more, everyday.
You are my life in pink.
Leave a CommentLa Vie En Rose translates to ‘Life in pink’
Tears struggling to find their place in those dead eyes. He confessed he is in too much pain because his girl left him for someone else.
And just recently, one of my friends sobbed her heart open. The disturbed shaking of her whole body took me back to the memories of my own breakup eerie. She outcried, “He dumped me for no reason!”
Both the case, I ask each of them,
“Cry, lament, bewail today and not ever! Ever again!”
Sadness, grief, tears are the sacred elements of our life. Only chosen and few, who genuinely deserve must receive yours. Wasting on the wicked, the liars, the opportunist,the foreign,.. is pointless, in darn vain. Save the best for the best.
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Her voice by itself dethrones, destroys all the darkness away.
She edifies, educates, enlivens the sky above, the ground underneath me.
She is me and my shadow. She is my only other self outside of me.
She is the one, she is the best thing that transpired; the one who taught me to smile, she inspires.
She not only completes me in this life, she is the end of me.
Leave a CommentLook up. Loosen up a bit, slowly.
For someone smart once quote,
Fake it until you make it, Fake it until you become it.
Love, respect the temple, your body.
Welcome good thoughts, keep it simple stupid – KISS I reckon!
Leave a CommentWhen you really meet your true soul mate, even the sky will get jealous.
Time subsists, hardly exists.
Leave a Comment"Jab pyar mein pyar na ho ... Jab dard mein yaar na ho ... Jab aansoon mein muskaan na ho... Jab lafzon mein zubaan na ho ... Jab saansein bas yoon hi chale ... Jab har din mein raat dhale ... Jab intezar sirf waqt ka ho ... Jab yaad uss kambhakht ki ho ... kyun hun main rahi jab woh hai kisi aur ki manzil ... Dhadkano ne saath chhod diya ... Ae dil hai mushkil, Ae dil hai mushkil" ~ Karan Johar