I want a love A lot like food. Not just any food, But my favourite kind. Not any more, Not any less, Just right, According to my senses. The kind which Even when not in form, Still is heartwarming, Still means home. No day can wreak Enough havoc That this food Can't overcome. Whose thought [...]
4.30 PM: The weather started changing.5 PM: The winds started picking up pace.But the black clouds held back themselves.5.40 PM: We stepped out and they poured down."Do you mind taking the longer route today?" asked Shreya."Not at all!" replied I.So we slowly walked in the rain, with our umbrellas.It was the first rain of the [...]
Fate, fluke, fraud was what everyone called it. "But for me, it was more," said she. "It was my true romance," said she unregretfully.
Coward! Coward!Get outOf your shell.Better, throw awayThat stupid shell.Coward! Coward!Stop thinkingWay too much.You know it's nothing moreThan another excuse.Coward! Coward!You're okayThe way you are.So why be shyOr try to change?Coward! Coward!Don't let them decideFor yourself.You've been gifted withA brain of your own.Coward! Coward!Don't let me call youThis name again.So show me finallyWho you really are!
Cristian Mihai, a fellow blogger on WordPress once wrote something in one of his comments' section that made me both laugh out loud as well as think hard. It's difficult to find love. But if you do, you gotta fight for it. Fight for it like you are the third monkey on Noah's ark. And [...]
They had not seen each other for so long. Finally they did, surprisingly twinning. In the colour of their t-shirts and supposedly their hearts.
"It's my birthday!Finally, my day!!So tell me, sweetheart.What have you got for me?"Dancing, sang She."Of course, I remember.It's the day in September.So here, darling.Flowers I have got for thou,"He offered with a bow."At first look, they may seemNothing like in your dreamThat you might have imagined.Just flowers in a ribbonGiven to you by your gibbon."But [...]
It seemed as if his life depended on it. Like a mad man, he rushed inside his home. Just in time to see his brother walk into their only toilet.
It's Mother's Day.So we speak of mothers.When do we speakOf they who are not mothers?When do we speak of youIf you are not a mother?What if you are someoneWho is a single father?Someone who has toLearn, unlearn and relearn everythingThat comes naturally to women?Because you are not a mother.What if you are someoneWho is gay [...]
He wrote, "Maybe, we won't meet again. Maybe, in another life, we won't waste time Before telling each other -- I love you."
I just want to go home,To where I can beMy most true self,To where I can stopActing to be someone else.I just want to go home,Where I am allowed to errEven when I try my best,Where I am free to cryTo my heart's content.I just want to go home,To they who makeMy very soul happy,To [...]