The story of “maybes” isn’t a pretty one. It does not come with shy, happy smiles, daydreaming on something that you won’t even remember after a few hours. Maybe is a difficult touch point. It leaves you with confusion and bit of insecurity and barely any clarity. ‘Maybe’ pauses and let’s you breathe in and … More The Ironical “Maybe”
Love is not always staying; at times it’s leaving. It’s knowing when to leave and how to leave. Love is at times maintaining a distance because some people can only be loved from far. It’s still love, albeit in a different form. And then there is the love that stays, merging into your self, unapologetically; … More Love – Staying and Leaving
Emotional investment, if one sided is like playing with a ball of fire. You won’t know when it will burn you, if it will or maybe it won’t and if it does then how severe would the burns be? Would your scathe yourself or would a part of you burn to the point of no … More Ball of Fire
In my head, you and I never parted ways, In my head,you and I have no secrets left to unearth in a maze. In my head, you and I have bared our souls In my head, we are watching the sunset holding on to tiny rays of hope In my head, we are laughing so … More In my head
One powerful emotion that keeps one going on all days is “love” – love in hope, love during tough days, love when things look bleak, love when life looks beautiful- a little surrender, a bigger dream nestling deep inside.Love : in friendships, for a lover, family, love for what you do, love for nature, love … More Love in Completion
This song absolutely refuses to leave my heart and cajoled me to this footwork. An humble attempt, please excuse any errors.
I had no idea when I picked this book to what it entails. The cover page with a picture of this beautiful woman called out to me and that’s how I discovered ‘Relationship’. As I flipped through the pages, my curiosity piqued to a great extent. Relationship is a very different book; different because it … More Book Review : Relationship
As it touches my lips, the smell invigorates my senses while the hot concoction slightly burn my lips. As I sip it, now greedy to know this aroma better; a hot, creamy, strong flavour greets me with childish warmth. This is clearly a magic brew, set aside only for a chosen few. As it glides … More This little cup of coffee
The wounds that caused your heart to bleed, The one that stung at your heartstrings, At that moment let art be your resonance of peace. Bleed through your papers, your words, your art, your soul. Let art be your release, Not another person, Never may you bleed on another being.
I don’t recall the exact fraction you ceased to exist. Was it the minute I pulled away from your embrace or was it when I was staring at nothingness, hoping what I felt wasn’t true. You did cease to exist though in a manner that the waves crashes towards shore, rushing to touch one another. … More The fraction