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Lonely mornings, Busy nights. The stars twinkling in sheer delight Mocking the girl on the edge of the cliff, She thinking for one reason to live. The dark dike seems to pull her towards it, As if offering,'your pain will be over in a bit'. The life on the other side, Whispering into her ear, that everything will be al... |
She cries and cries, Her eyes full of demise. And she wants to stop, Reminding herself how tough she is, But the sobbing goes on, As she abruptly presses her hand hard against her lips, Taking deep breaths in-sync suppressing the pain As it makes its way through the dark cirles of her eye lane, The pearl absorbing itse... |
A kite I am, Made of just paper and sticks, I am tossed into the sky, To reach heights and cut others of my kind, I stay still, And move in the direction of the wind, And sometimes I want to reach higher above the sky But the strings, They pull me back the more I try, Realising the flight isn't my own, I sigh. Let me g... |
The fan on the ceiling was a matter of interest. The arrangement consisted of me and my brother being the veggie in the sandwich of mom and dad. I wonder if that was the reason I don't have any other sibling because we did a perfect job of being the kabab in the haddi, plus we were pain in the ass. No doubts in that. A... |
Is it just me, or is it the sky, Grieving with my grief and pain Or the citylights, Shining in the dark Telling me 'uhh it's okay to be in the dark, but remember to shine soon'. . |
Who are you? Are you the sunlight peeking through my curtains, Trying to wake me up, Forcing me for a fresh start. Who are you? Are you the little kid in me, Who wants to have Chocolates and candies for a birthday treat. Who are you? Are you the blue sky, Weaving me dreams of the world more to discover, Dreams of fly... |
Lead me on, will you? I no more know my way back to the valley, A hand and a lamp is all it takes, Hold me tight, Tight enough to form a vacuum, Cause the roads is slippery all the way. Dance with me, will you? The stardust over our shoulders And your hand in mine With the fireflies cheering us to this night And it fe... |
I see you everywhere, From the morning coffee To the late nights, until I am drunk with beer. |
I have seen this girl in school, big glasses and oily skin, some pimples adding to the beauty. She sits alone all the time. Her nose into the book she reads all the time. Sometimes it’s a green diary which says ‘believe in yourself’ but I don’t really think that makes any change. Her eyes are silent as if she’s burrin... |
Lone. It's past midnight, as I walk through this empty street. The sky at it's darkest shade of black, and the streets made of bricks and pebbles. The surroundings empty and silent, and the only voice of my boots thrashing on the stone pebbles and my own breath. The moon gleaming it's dim light through the dark path, ... |
'Universe' Ever thought how amazing it would be if you can get into one's mind? And know it's a universe of thoughts, memories. Happiness and pains. And it's like a movie worth watching sometimes. Knowing a person to the fullest is close to impossible, cause there and unlimited shades of a single person. You never know... |
During the trojan wars, it's said that that if you disrespect the Gods they curse you. I have read a book named 'Troy' in which Aphrodite just because she got bored, made people fall in love-that are technically enemies and not neccessary with each other. Sometimesshe would bind people in love triangles. The idea is so... |
Once she danced in the melody of her dreams, Like a butterfly in the sweet garden of wishes, Humming to her favourite song. She wanted to dance with the wind and sleep with the stars, But the thread tied to her leg Pull her back everytime she tried to go further, In the end she retired to her faith. But she still dance... |
I wonder if the star around the south corner that I can always admire through my bedroom window knew me, and he always felt lonely. I knew it, because I was lonely as well. Did it ever feel jealous when everyone was busy talking about the moon? Was that the reason it disappeared this one day? No no shh.. there got to b... |
People don't change, They just show their true self- with time. It's just that when you're in love, we ignore the flaws and look on to the beautiful side. We ignore the worst, and it looks like a fairy tale. The world isn't a fairytale after all. It's dark, hopeless and uncertain with nothing real in it to cling. So be... |
There's this time, you're just living. You have an empty mind which is basically a house for demons to push you into overthinking. You regret everything you've done till now. You think maybe, if that day had I done a little more, it would've been different . Better? You just sink deeper into the thoughts and there is j... |
The guy am going to talk about isn't very special to me. He wakes up every morning around eight. I have a strong feeling he is an insomniac since all the night when the world sleeps, I see him awake. Struggling through the walls of his own mind I guess? As far as I have seen him through not many things make him happy, ... |
The stars in the skies, They speak beautiful lies Of you being mine. I don't blame them though, Cause they learnt from us That promises are made to be broken sometimes. . |
Be with intelligent kids so that you can learn good things from them, not the dumb ones. 🙂 . |
I want you less, I want you more It's an alien feeling I can't deplore A day I want to be yours The second I feel to leave I am like this fire, And you're the fly, I don't want you to burn by. And a zillion dreams I weave, Of this one day we'll be us Without the usual fuss Is it love? Is it love? |
Rains and rains, And I forgot the streets we are standing on, The umbrella that may have flown away long time back, The fact that we are dripping with rain water. Your silly smile and the dimples on your cheeks And those eyes that force me to look into them, You pull me into a kiss, Which lasts like forever And feels i... |
Running away as fast I could go, From every pain, every emotion, every sorrow. Everything feels so full, the dark sky even full of stars, Yet there's this hollow part. There's nowhere I can stop Nowhere I could go, But then I see this small door, Filled with light and hope, And I realize, it's never too late to cope. G... |
And the winds blew her away, into eternal sleep falling like a drop of dew from a blessed leaf. |
Tum shor kartey aaye the, Pure angan meh khushiyan laaye the, Maa ko bhi rulaye the. Aur abb tum jo gupchup jaa rahe ho Iss baar kisko bata rahe ho? Maa ko phirse rula rahe ho. |
The rain washed away bits of me, But left yours in the corner of my mind And I bet the cupids sighed, Hopelessly in love Somewhere believing you're still mine. ~Days when you were mine. |
To kiss you was a dream, around the characters whose love stories made me fall in love with love.They being the only spectators of our secret love. They heard us talk, under the shhss of the library and the compressed laughs to being kicked out for being loud. They witnessed the day, you told me you want to show me so... |
I was in the circle of my thoughts, And you came like a fairy,sprinkling stardust You danced through the tranquil bay Switching me from darkness to all gay. Every memory of you stays still, From the day we plucked stars from the starry night, To the odour of daisies on the cresent hill Searching you where we first met ... |
And I wished the evening would never end. |
Knock knock, it's me, Or is it my brain overthinking at it's highest peak, The confusions from he loves me, loves me not? To the Indus Valley Civilization and it's rott. Wandering trom the ocean and it's humongous waves, To the cemetery of dancing graves. Talking about the summer's no tan lotion Extending to the Newton... |
What do you want for your birthday? asked he. Well, let me think. What can you give? I replied with a malicious smile. Whatever you'd wish for. You know, I don't see stars from here. They say stars are uncountable. But from my terrace, I can only see one. What a tragedy right? He said sarcastically. Do you see stars... |
Dear Adi, It’s weird to get a letter from your past and it’s weird to write a letter to someone ten years away. We both are weird this way. So, twenty six huh? How’s life? You’re really looking pretty. I hope someone told you that. And also, I know no one needs to tell you that. So where have you reached? How far? Do... |
She was like chemistry -full of exceptions |
Even the stars stopped at this random thought, Singing with the crooning bird in the twilight And gushes of wind passing like a radiant storm I wanted to stop it all before, all along, Before the roots sunked deep in heart of tree, And now it's frozen cold and bleak the melody of her song still fills my ear Even on the... |
Naam Part - 1 Tum jaa rhi ho? Usne mere hath ko pakadtey hue kaha. Haa jaa rhi hu maine jawab diya. Mat jao nausne dheemi awaz meh jawab diya. Kyu? Bus mat jao. Adi, hamari iss maamle pe pehle bhi baat ho chuki hai and we decided ki akhiri pal ache se bitana hai. “Kaunsa akhiri pal? Or kaunsa acha? Har pal tho ¢ bus tu... |
Taare bhi tere naam, Chaand bhi tere naam, Main bhi tere naam. |
I looked vulnerable, crying in pain, with you hiding me into your chest and felt the safest nest. I think it once and twice and I don’t know how many times, you meant everything to me, while you just termed it as ‘nothing’. I think that’s how it’s so easy for you to shut it down, end so easily. It’s funny how I check ... |
She left. And? And I waved her a bye. She waved back and smiled. And? And I miss her already. And? I said all. What else are you expecting? What about the ring? That you bought for her?it was the ring they got in shops. It had took him some amount, which was close to a fortune for two kids in grade sixth and seventh. I... |
I didn't speak anything. He was quiet too. There was an unknown understanding to not speak. His hand caressed my fingers, making small pools through his fingers. I checked my watch. It was late. I need to go. Stay he said silently. No. I need to go. Bye. I said directly. We were somewhere near the corner on the terrace... |
Sometimes it sucks a lot without you. You were like the music that made me forget everything. I still remember you telling me that ‘I don’t need to belong anywhere, because am one of my kind’. One day i will see that silly smile again and I’ll wait. I know you’ll be back. I know. |
Hum naddi ke do kinarey, Judhe hai ek nao ke saharey. Alag hum nhi, Alag hamari baatey hai Ek dusrey ko dekhtey dekhtey Hojati subha ki raatey hai. Kaash hum mil paaye, Naadi ke do kinarey, Karengey fir jeene marne ke kuch vaadey. Par hona hai vahi jo hota hai, Phir chahe kaise bhi ho iradey, Hum hai or rahenge Sirf na... |
Happy Raksha Bandhan!he said forwarding his right hand for her to tie. She tied it, real tight. To a limit it would hurt. Ahh stop. Tie it a bit loose. That hurts. he said. You deserve that.she chuckled. Yeah yeah. Now where are my gifts? Wait. I have got something. his hands reached his backpocket to fetch a wallet... |
So, it's been exactly seven months ten days. And we're here at this strange place. I have nothing to give, than just some words, a voice note and some tears(provided you shed them). I have a bag of memories. It's small but it's pretty much like Doraemon's pocket. It's spacious. 1*' January, you did something. And I wi... |
You remember the first time. You said, it's impressive how I am able to remember exact lines from books I read. Here's a line for you, It's funny, don't ever tell anybody anything, if you do, you start to miss everybody. I would leave it to you, figuring out what it means. Here's a mixture of everything. End Roads, nev... |
Nights we have had, Talking in hushed tones Cause we're not alone at home. Nights where we kissed through the screen, Secretly wishing It was real instead of reel. Nights where I cried, And you stopped. The vulnerable sides, the sides we'd just snap, And try sleeping, hearing songs, Thinking what we may have lost Lost ... |
She heard it again and again, The song of longing The song of wait. She waited down the streets Dripping in the rain The fever caught in her breath Her red palms turning pale She sat down on the pavement Now a little tired, She was waiting, Her feet dancing in the rhythm, The song of longing, The song of wait She held ... |
Stars you know. They play. They shine. They stay. But they still play. A music of distance A humming sound of the melody As if they are giggling to themselves Laughing at the confused me Am I mine or yours I am confused help me thee They twinkle a little With their small light And they make the sky magical Magical like... |
Thodi si baarish, Thodi si hawa, Thoda sa dil, Thoda sa khafa, Thoda sa tum, Thoda sa mai, Thode thode meh kaha gum hogaye? Aur abb yaha thoda, thode se zyada hogaya Ki abb thoda na raha Hume bhi abb alag hue Ek zamana sa hogaya |
Dear you, Yeah, again. It's me. Day 56, uh no sorry 57 time 3.54 pm. I am sorry. It's been exactly a year, and a little more. It's like this window. I come everyday. And the lights are on. And I know you're awake. And I know you won't speak. I know I made a mistake. 'A' would be an understatement. I made many. A little... |
A long time after, fingers slipped, a chat with my old bestfriend. Dear diary, a ear for the ones, who want to speak, but are better with words, through the ink. A thousand secrets of the adolescence, confessions of love, the lost age. This was a bookmarked page. A page, filled with a strang of cupid's wings and a love... |
Right. I would never understand. I didn't when I saw you giggling to yourself and then I saw a book, tight around your hands. And you were reading. You kept doing it, sometimes you'd look around to see if someone thought you were a crack. And yeah for once I did. I have seen people, smiling seeing texts. Smileys and em... |
Sometimes we become the exact person we never wanted to be. I wonder if it's just me or happens with you too, we keep on questioning ourselves. If we have become exactly what we never wanted to be. |
DEAR SOMEONE, I tried several times. To not write. And it turned out am sitting by this typewriter again. Writing about some guy I met. So let me think. I was sitting by the terrace, my back against the wall, clutching my notebook tight in my hands,scribbling down my thoughts.And you appeared out of nowhere. You commen... |
Pehle waala din nhi, Pehle wali raat nhi, Kuch jo tere mere darmiyaan Abb voh wali baat nhi. Mere hatho meh Tera kaspe pakda hath nhi, Bheed meh bhi jo lage apna sa Abb voh tera sath nhi. Abb kitna der vaha khaadi rahi, Voh din bhi tho theek se yaad nahi. Tumne kaha jaane do Humne bhi kaha roka Abb jane wale ko bhi ki... |
I knew she was leaving. She told it to me herself. And somehow I knew she'll never come back to the same city, same town, same neighborhood, or the same house. She won't. I can tell this by the way she looked out of the windows. Smiling at the birds gliding over the sky, like she wanted to join them. I couldn't tell th... |
We all have a story to tell, A story unheard, mistaken Words misspelled. Ask to the lady down the second street, Who does she wait for everyday In the treacherous heat? Ask the lost kid, Finding his way back home Amidst the crowd How doth he get hope? Ask the maiden On her marriage day, How many promises she weaved in ... |
Things happen. And they're not always in control. All you can do sometimes is accept. Acceptance has power. It really does. And there will be this one day when you won't feel the same vulnerable, like the sky would come back to it's old shade, the autumn will be over. And it would be time for the new buds to bloom and... |
Rishtey hotey hai patle dhaage, Tutte jaye tho phir na bunne, Judd bhi jaye tho gath reh jaati hai Mann bhi tho aisa hai Har baat reh jaati hai. Money is earned by everyone, earn relations, love people. What's once is gone is gone. Then it is useless regretting on the what ifs and the Had Is. So cherish everything you... |
October,2016. We both had been heartbroken, crying in some dark alley, assuring our neighborhood aunts that we're fine. We were eating ice cream, one two many, actually I didn't count but well. We thought it would numb the pain and somewhere it did. The summer must've gone really fast, trying to find a new value to the... |
Sometimes you just need people to say shushh it's okay, I love you. And basically, they never say. Basically they never say. Cause apparently you're wrong. Apparently it's your mistake. Apparently.... |
Hey hey, girl stop. It's okay. You're good. But they said I am wrong. It's all my mistake. Naah. Shush. It's not. Give me his number. Let me bang that guy's ass. He should know how to talk to a girl No but they said I provoked!!! Doesn't matter. Come here. Let me try a hug. I got cold. It's okay babe. You can use my ts... |
“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” I had first read this in standard seven. I wasn't exactly a fan of physics, but seems like Newton just didn't die writing a law of motion. It's universally applied. In everything, not a thing happens without it. Though the reaction may not be of the same intensity. One... |
“Everything is breaking apart” It's the time when you know everything is moving away. Connections, relations,friendships like someone just added a drop of lemon to the milk. And it will never be the same again. Good times, brings good memories, friends joy and happiness. Bad times brings, sadness, and this is the time ... |
“Happy birthday. 5:42 pm Wish you the best in life. With or without me. 5:42 pm” - message from him on whatsapp Real men who love their wives prepare them for widowhood '. I don't remember where I read. But I remember it. Well and I don't know if it's true. Is it? When we love someone, we get so involved , that at thi... |
Kolkata. The city of joy. I have always wanted to see the city, cold and aesthetic, the evening, the people, the laughter and ofcourse, the joy. It's a beautiful night. Lights and lights. Food and chatter. Laughter and happiness. The daughter of the city is back to her place.For nine days. I am standing right there. C... |
I'll look at you from this far. I am having a bag around my shoulders.You Il be with your friends. I will give you his weak smile, and you'll smile back a little. And then you Il disappear with them, and I will walk away alone. “No” “Then?” You'll look at me. You're wearing this heavy bag on your shoulders. You give ... |
“My heart feels heavy, and light at the same time. I am not sure how that mechanism works..” Dear Adi, Yesterday was the first time I didn't feel like writing to you. My heart felt heavy, and light at the same time. I am not sure how that mechanism works. But it is really confusing. The Autumn Park, they're demolishing... |
I would do anything to not feel the way I feel now. I hate good nights and goodbyes. Good nights means I have another eternity of night to think about all, everything that is going away, or the guilt that the day wasn't productive at all. I want to talk, turn the nights into mornings. The darkness engulfes me tonight, ... |
She was sitting on the white bench. Her bag hanging through her right arm. Her head was down and I knew she was thinking again. Hey, why are you here for? I asked. Well, the same thing you're here for. Submissions. She said. I know that! I mean, why are you sitting here? Uhm. Work's done so going home, waiting for the... |
I am listening to the same melody. The same song looping, a sixty times. Tu thori der aur theher ja, the song of stay. When you want someone to stay and just stay. You don't want them to do anything, just staying would do. It's a cry from within, when you wnat the time to stop and it doesn't, so you just want the perso... |
Days fly. Love too. Birds too. Everything just passes. I feel like Icarus, exactly what he felt drowning into the ocean. I broke up with him. I would use the word 'serious' that generally lovers use before they break up. I wouldn't start nibbling about it, I would just say, we had one end. We never blocked each other i... |
Even if you were the night, And I were the day I would still love you More and more In every way, And I would wait at the shore For us to meet at the bay. One day one day. |
We are not puzzle pieces,we are shapes. We don't need to fit in always. Sometimes, we need to make our own space. |
“Does life even stop?” Is there a tommorow? Is there a after this? We shall live after this. Shall we really live? After exams, after eighteen, after marriage, after kids, after struggle ends. After life ends? Is there any after struggle? Aren't we struggling now? Trying to find some solace in the mobile screen, some ... |
Happiness needs to be found. You don't get it. You need to create it. This is Pinku. The last member to join the family. I was in standard seven. And I had to choose between phone and Pinku. And you see, I chose Pinku. Let's begin from the beginning. We had around seven to eight soft toys. We had got them in different ... |
I miss the way we started. So mixed into each other. Like there was nothing left in life to do. Other than finding your lost crunchie, which I secretly wished you'd never find. Cause I like seeing your hair open. The way locks fell down in heat, and the way you got irritated. You were , not the Cinderella who lost her ... |
I had joined a workshop for handling temper. I had got in with brother and I was eleven years old then. It was held twice a week. Sundays and Saturdays, 9 am to 4pm. They used to provide crap lunch, brownies and frootis for breakfast. Mom forced us into it when we were in Gurgaon at her friend's. There used to be more ... |
Yeah. I like my nailpolish. Is that wrong? Maybe, maybe not. Dear Diary #61 I am starting from right where I ended. And this is where I am. At 61 st. Which means there has been sixty times when life went breaking apart, creeping my nerves, filling me enough to write again. Don't misunderstand this with my other histo... |
I am still not used to typing your name and finding nothing. Our chat is stuck at November 12th,2018, where you last wrote pata nai. And till now I am trying to understand if that pata nai had something more that I couldn't understand, or failed to understand. It hurts. And it kinda does so much. You were this shard of... |
You know, I wanted go out, live and breathe. But now, I don't. I feel helpless. Suddenly, like you feel home is a safe place. I wanted to go out discover the world, the nights and the days. But now I guess I want to turn myself into this cage. Lock myself in. The world suddenly feels scary,the world living and how, for... |
I have realized something. When I was small, I picked this certain glass bangles that I really liked. These bangles looked like coloured circles of life, all colourful with tiny mirrors of self love in them, wrapped in transparent plastic of reality. I wasn't stealing you know, just picking up something I really liked,... |
Let's talk about the evening. I played badminton after 2 years. I played like a noob. Met a pro player kinda boy, jisne ache se bezatti ki, koi kasar nahi chori bande neh. I fell my phone twice kyuki pocket was too elastic. Phone toota nahi. Then I played without shoes kyuki mai hawai pehen ke aayi thi and it wasn't s... |
They say, where there's love, there's no doubt. I beleive in it. I know when I am not ready. I Know that I can't wake up and jump into phone to wish a certain person. I know I can't sleep late, just to Keep up with the chats of a certain person. I won't keep my ambitions above you. I won't laugh at your lame joke. I wo... |
I will tell you why I don't want to tell you that you're someone that I think about. That I keep my phone on full volume in the hope that you'd call. The fact that I lower the volume whenever I am away, cause the call is for me and it should be only me that picks up. I don't feel like adding on to the list of people y... |
...and they lived happily ever after. He kept writing her letters months after he stopped sending them. On New Year's Day he wrote that he hoped that she'd get everything she wished for. Then he tossed the letter into a box under his bed. He's stopped trying to bring her back.(taken from eleanor and park- a novel by Ra... |
I have lost them all, Even the bright stars and their magical light is gone. My soul has lost it's way in the busy street of life, And it can't wait. There's something mystic about the sunset in the evening, It's sad yet the most serene. All I can think is about his smile, The blush over his cheeks Like the very nerdy ... |
And still couldn't get over Will's death. Maybe he lived in the parallel universe. Just live Clarke. Just live. The entire song is beautiful. Maybe I am just obsessed with the ends. :) |
Dear Memories, I don't like the way you always slide away, even though I try to hold on to you. Though you never go away, you just slide down, getting replaced by new happenings. Like a pile, it's hard to think about you and remember you as it is. It's fascinating how, we make you in present, without even having a tiny... |
Days have passed on crazy. I believe it's how the whole regret thing works. When we have time, we think, we have got a lot. When we don't our mind thinks the reverse, I wish they gave more time. Life has got stuck in this cycle of blaming everything around, to an extent that have forgotten about myself. Every circumsta... |
And she felt it. She felt she was no more important. And whatever she did, for whoever, it doesn't matter. In the end she'll be alone again, cutting wounds, counting dead fireflies. Counting as if they might increase in number. People said giving your best- gives you everything you wish? She doesn't think so. Giving ev... |
Dear Marnie, I have got a bunch of stuff to tell you. Chances are that you might be sitting on the arm chair along the firewood, with Kazukiho smiling by your side as you read this out. Somehow I like to believe that, you and him must've met again. He was your friend, and the guy you fell for, married and had a family ... |
Woh afsana jise anjaam tak laana na ho mumkin, Use ise khubshurat mod de kar chhodana accha |
Leaves fallen down all the way. A few trampled, a few bended over the joints, yellow and dried smelling of some old love. I wonder if these leaves ever felt remorse for not ending up in someone's diary? How beautiful it would be, to be picked up and loved? I wonder if these leaves just got old, or did they fell ? Why a... |
We were smiles, she was. I do not smile much alone, cause doing that either means you're thinking about someone or you having a mental breakdown. Our smiles together wasn't the straight one. Where your lips form a perfect curve, and the eyes glow up. Hers was somewhat the way her eyes would go small, and form creeks. H... |
Only if life had a rewind button, I would have loved you a little more. I wouldn't have fought on Sundays for a stupid guy you met on, who might just potentially ruin things. If I had known, I wouldn't be leaving from beds on mondays, while you kept telling me to stay a little longer. If I had known, our kisses would h... |
She looked down, fixing the drapes on her saree, her hair open. Her earrings would make a little sound when they moved, it wasn't much, but enough to take in all of my attention. I could look at her and say that she was nervous. Her eye followed the room, looking for a comfortable someone. And that's when I come to pla... |
If the stars breakdown, Do they get mixed in the soil, Do plants grow there and become trees, Do stars look at the earth, thinking of the grave of their old ones? Do they still mourn, gasping or they just blink? Is just blinking a mechanism to cope up with the pain? Or is it just some refraction of stupid lights which ... |
I have loved voice and the sound of it since I have heard one. Silences had always got something unusual about them. The way they like an invisible crippled up to you. Most of it meant bad news, where words would get caught right inside the lips before they could've even be uttered. There'd be something really awful ab... |
Dear Adity who turned twenty seven, Hey? You there? Are you sleepy? If you're, go grab a coffee, wash your face, tie your hair like that messy bun, and now start. So, twenty seven? Feels great right? You know, I remember the last letter I wrote asking you if you got into love and things like that. Even if you didn't, I... |
What made you so pretty? Was it the morning sunlight that peeked in to say 'hi' through the curtains. It couldn't have been. Maybe it was the rain this morning, that drizzled through the sunlight like fairy dust. What is it about your sleepy eyes? Was it the peas in the breakfast, that you, passed in your sister's pl... |
Secrets. A few I have. You do not know them anymore. Stolen letters. The ones I stole from you, sailing them through the paper boats across the rainy street. The puddles of water splashing away, as every foot we set was a record. While still in bed, the words you mumbled, I stole, every morning while you dreamt daisies... |
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