While the world keeps trying to find equilibrium between good and evil with each passing day, my little one, you will continue growing up. It is inevitable.
As you grow up, nothing will change if YOU don’t. And everything will change, if YOU do.
There would be numerous things which you love as a kid today and the same things will end up turning boring as you grow up. Don’t let it happen. Loving something should not change just because years are added to your life. Let the child remain alive in you. Keep loving the stuff you love today. Enjoy playing in the sandpit even when you have your own little one decades down the line.
It may sound absurd if I tell you today that what you are inside will eventually end up being what you are surrounded with. It is a fact. The world is what we, as humanity, do on day to day basis. You do your bit and the others will follow. It is a little complicated than what I am making it sound here though. Continue reading “Grab Your Star”
The key, while entering a lock, does not know if she is meant for him.
Still, she goes in and tries to unlock what he is holding tight inside. She tries to release the shackles. She goes in with a hope of setting him free.
Even when she fails, she at least tries to alter some levers. She tries to bring some change inside him. She may not succeed in setting him totally free but she makes him believe that she tried to get him out of that situation. Continue reading “Be the Key”
A lone puff of cloud like a tiny cotton bud floats by my sight to break my concentration as I stare blankly at the otherwise cool blue spotless sky.
The cloud tries to break my will to not focus on anything. It charms me with its nothingness.
I feel captivated and my vision pans with it.
Slowly, softly, but consistently.
The teeny cloud swings on the magic carpet of the breeze and before I know, it starts scattering into bits. Tiny, tinier and even tinier bits.
Within moments, while my sight still tries to keep a track of the cloud, its snow whiteness vanishes into the blueness of the sky as if it never was. But still I know it is there. Right there. And with scattered pieces, it is there more than it ever was.
The puff of peace leaves me enchanted.
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Once upon a time, there was a poem. She was not just words. She was not just punctuation marks. She was an expression.
Though everyone would come, read her and often appreciate, she was pretty much all by herself most of the times. She would just sit back, reflect on her own self and wonder what she was. And why she was what she was.
She would avoid talking to the other poems. Even if one would come to cheer her up, she would pass. Not because she did not want to be happy. But because, she did not know if she was meant to be happy. She wanted to know the purpose of her existence. She wanted to understand the feeling that she was meant to convey. Continue reading “The Story of a Poem”
‘We should save it for the special night’ she had said. He had agreed.
The special night. The night when the stars would twinkle a tad more. The night when the moon would shine to the crescendo. The night when Swans would dance. The night when smoke would rise out of the ice cubes.
A hectic day of wedding and tiring process that preceded it, were incapable of taking away the charm of the night – the special night – for them. Continue reading “The Night”
I don’t want to cause pain. I don’t want to remain. I don’t want to depart in parts. I don’t want to linger in hearts.
When I am gone, I want to be gone. Like, really, absolutely, GONE!
And if I know myself, this will happen. Not because you wouldn’t give a damn if I’d be around, or not. But because the moments we have shared should be enough to inspire smiles. My physicality should not be needed. At all. I want it to happen. I know it will happen. I know. Continue reading “When I’m Gone”
Happiness or having a reason for happiness? What matters?
I don’t understand the need of a reason to be happy. I cannot justify it. Being unable to be happy just because there is no reason is like a tree deciding to stop giving shelter just because there is no one underneath to enjoy the shadow amid heat. It does not make sense. You are born to be a tree who would give shelter, for no reason.
The pursuit of happiness is more precisely, and more generally, the pursuit of a reason for happiness. Stop rushing there. Stay where you are. Be happy where you are; for no reason, for no reason at all.
Not easy? I know. Learn it. And Trust me. It is easier than finding the reason. Yes, it is. Continue reading “What Matters?”
What is perfect? Who is perfect? And above all, why does it even have to be perfect? It need not be. Rather, it must not be. Perfection is the end. The Dead-end. Perfection is a myth, I hope. Continue reading “Embrace Imperfection”
Why does it always have to be that something must be going on in my mind? In my heart? Why?
Why can’t I just be void so that nothing can hurt me and I hurt nothing? Why can’t numbness swathe me from all sides and up and down for no season can swing my moods? Why everything can’t turn grey and I cannot make out the blacks and the whites apart? Why? Why not?
Why can’t my heart be annulled for sensation? Why can’t my mind be the vacuum where thoughts find no place to land, or survive? Continue reading “Empty”
The doorbell rang. She opened the door.
It was a parcel. She signed for it as a nicely dressed man handed over a sparkly red box, neatly gift wrapped.
She was puzzled as she was not expecting any gifts.
She read for the addresses. It was addressed to Him; from someone called Lucy.
“Here is a gift parcel for you.” She immediately informed.
“For me?” He appeared from the bedroom with a wondered expression.
“Yes.” She handed over the box to him.
“Who is it from?” he asked as he turned sides looking for the name of the sender.
“It is from Lucy. Who is Lucy?” she asked with hands on hips.
“Oh my God! I had told her not to do something this stupid.” he said frantically.
“I asked, who the hell is Lucy??” she was angry this time.
“Sweetheart, please don’t be mad.” he said anxiously.
“Don’t give me a reason to be mad.” she was right on the money. Continue reading “The Gift”
In an isolated hostel campus, when you don’t have any real options for food except a messy mess, a new option to eat, it is orgasm for stomach.
“Guys, a new eatery has opened by the barber’s shop today. We must go check it out.” As the sun was set to set, Bubba rushed in with matchless energy for his love for food was known to the whole group.
JP quickly stood up from his I-don’t-give-a-shit-to-the-world mode from the muddled bed for he was a partner in crime with Bubba when it came to being a foodie.
In no time, the eight of us, the gang mates, assembled at the gate to go and check out –read, attack- the new food joint. Continue reading “7 Limited, 1 Unlimited”
Cuddling her solitude, as she walked down the boulevard garnished with yellowish orange leaves and milky white flowers, flourished trees bowed from each side of the walkway and stretched their souls out to kiss at the top in the middle, right above her head.
While streaks of sunshine made their way through the dense leaves forming a golden work of art in the green backdrop, she sneaked the bars of sunshine with flickering eyelids.
Her feet quietly crushed the freshly dropped flower. Still drizzly owing to the morning dew, the flower happily surrendered under her feet for the striking beauty that she was, on the whole and at the soul.
But, she still missed something. Him. The softest of the leaves and the blossomed flowers could not tickle her feet enough as her mind wandered down the memory lanes… Continue reading “Sharing the Footprints”
Sam remote-beeped his car open while scrolling through his phone. Hearing the beep, a pretty dog – let’s call her She– peeped from underneath the car. As she saw Sam walking up to the car, she came out and waited near the driver’s door. Sam looked up from his phone to realize someone waiting with tilted head, pattering tail, drooling tongue and innocent twinkling eyes. Continue reading “Shit for Tat”
“Good morning, sweetheart. Happy Anniversary.” she said hugging him from behind, leaning onto him.
“Anniversary?” he looked up from the newspaper.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” her smile narrowed and so did her eyebrows.
“Our anniversary is not until next two months, honey.” He was ultra-cautious of remembering their marriage anniversary ever since he forgot it once and paid the price.
“Today is our First-Date anniversary.” She said.
It was ironic how what she nursed in obvious ways, he thought of as something obviously not to care for.
She fumed to the kitchen. Continue reading “Bits of Us”
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon for him until the doorbell rang. She had returned from an hour long shopping; it was a shopping of a different kind though.
She walked straight to the bedroom; he followed her.
She plucked the lower end of the shopping bag and toppled it on the study table at one go.
A volcano erupted. Continue reading “Kiss Me Here”
On Friendship Day, To My Friends Beyond Boundaries…
The Walks that we had together down the lanes that lead to nowhere are what make us what we are.
The Fights that we had, secretly hoping the other would end up winning, are what make us what we are.
Knowing that you would step on a banana peel, keeping silent, and waiting till you fall flat on bums and then laughing my ass off is what makes us what we are. Continue reading “What Makes Us What We Are?”
It was a pleasant, peaceful evening.
Just like every day, after dinner, he grabbed a book and sat on his chair by the window in the bedroom. He gently rocked the chair as he plucked the bookmark and opened the book to read. The pages giggled as a waft of cool breeze tickled them.
After wrapping up bits and pieces in the kitchen, she came to the bedroom. She looked tired and exhausted. Work and home were on a race to wear her out. And both won, each day; day after day. Continue reading “Heaven”
“Is this really scary?” she asked.
“No honey. Not as much as the last one.” He said. “You survived that, you’ll survive this.”
“Hmm. But you said that at the last one too.” She said nervously as she came and sat by him on the sofa. Continue reading “The Shawl”
“Do you think you would make sense without Me? I don’t think so.” Noun said.
“And do you Think you would, without me?” Verb questioned.
“But I am what I am. I don’t need to use you.” Noun said.
“Well, I think you just Did.” Verb was prompt to respond.
“So what; You used me too. Hunh!” Noun shrugged.
“Stop it guys. You both are Boring frames on the wall without my Awesome company.” Adjective jumped into the word-war-one.
Continue reading “Grammar Gang”
She scanned through the racks as he tagged along with a trolley.
“What’s next?” she asked as she picked up a refill pack of ketchup from the lower shelf.
“Corn Flakes” he said and ticked off ketchup from the long list of monthly grocery.
She always hand-wrote the grocery list for she knew he loved reading it in her handwriting. It reminded him of the times when she would tiptoe to slide the handwritten love letter under his hostel room’s door. She had been gutsy since forever.
After marking off all as Done in the list, they approached the cash counter.
While they waited in the queue for their turn to get billed, she looked around and the supermarket’s marketing strategy hit the bulls-eye. Continue reading “Thirty Third Thing”