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RUIN ME

I don’t want to abandon my dreams…
I don’t want to drown in your love…
I don’t want to break my walls…
I don’t want your love to flood in…
I don’t want to lose my breath…
I don’t want love to ruin me…

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Drown in me

I want you to know me!
I want you to know,
each and every thought..
that I never said out loud…
I want you to know,
what I keep in those deep dark cellars of my heart…
I want you to feel,
each and every particle of my soul, shamelessly…
Completely…
I want you to drown in me…
Get lost in me..
Help me discover the real me…

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Maybe…

He is a tired soul,
He doesn’t waste a minute!
He pushes his boundaries,
He achieves things she doesn’t!

She wants to know him more,
He is the only one who feels so close.
He talks but always in a hurry,
‘I’m not good enough!’, she worries…

He hides behind a mask of diplomacy,
Always the nice guy,
Never being personal or rude!
She begs him, ‘At least be frank with me dude!’

Hiding what he truly feels,
He expresses himself in the field.
Breaking his geek image,
He plays his heart out on the stage…

Is it her success, status or her clinging,
Making him never go away,
But never really stay.
Is it a need for a boy’s company,
She is still unsure of this feeling…

Maybe he fears the same.
Uncertain of future successes,
Refusing to recognise feelings,
He’s afraid of breaking his dreams…

Maybe she fears the same,
Seeing girls played like a game.
Afraid to break her rules,
Certain this never lasts…

Maybe in a world without time clocks,
Where the truth is appreciated,
Where there isn’t a modern war,
Pitching dreams and happiness,
Would he finally remove his mask,
And she her insecurities,
And maybe they’ll truly meet then…

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Break free🌌

You are just a pretty face,
A flower so delicate,
A jewel that shimmers,
A star that glimmers!

You aren’t meant to rise!
You aren’t going to survive!
You aren’t a boy,
You weren’t made to fly!
So why do you even try?

But I am a butterfly!
I can glow and I can glide!
For your eyes, why should I hide?
On the horses of hope I’ll ride!
And achieve my dreams,
to your surprise!
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I am Christmas!

I am
The cold wind that’s blowing
The hot fire that’s blazing
The lights that are glowing
The sky that is snowing

I am
The silver that’s shining
The red that’s blooming
The girl whose smiling
The gifts they are unwrapping

I am
The the songs they are singing
The bells that are ringing
The Santa who is laughing
The boy whose jumping

I am
The family that’s enjoying
The feast they’re cooking
The delicacies they’re having
The hearts that are ringing!

I am Christmas!

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Magic House

A Magical home…my granny’s

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A home where you forget all your worries and sleep like a baby…where flowers of every kind bloom with their vibrant colours…birds sing and the sent of the mango tree will always be in the fridge… that is bursting with food as though the market will close tomorrow forever…Oh!you will have full faith in the cupboards..when you feel hungry they will always give you something to make you hunger disappear…
Where work means going to the market to get veggies…where you don’t mind walking a little extra in the evening if you will be able to meet an old aunt who serves excellent coffee…where life seems to slow down while the rain kisses your feet and you sip some tea…where adventure means choosing a book from the old book shelf…containing books read by your mom, her sister and her brother…some old..some fairly new..some left here by you when you were younger…where the walls are decorated by the paintings your mom and her sister had made..one collage made by you for your grand dad’s birthday…the sketch pen’s ink..so very light now..all dressed in dust but beautiful in a way…
Every nook and every corner of this house is full with memories…the house always had a unique scent to it…maybe it was just nostalgia…but it seemed like those memories..that atmosphere…some how gave you strength…they told you that in your  granny’s house you are a child… and children are free birds…it gave you the power to believe that everything will be alright🌌

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Fly Away

I fly a lot as my dad keeps getting posted from one place to another and so every holiday we travel to meet him.

Generally I either read a book or browse through the music in my phone while waiting for the plane to land.

My flight was a connecting one and the first flight was for a small duration of 20 minutes. So, I decided to look out of the window for a change….
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My 1 month of yearly holidays was over and I was anticipating a really hectic and jam packed year ahead.
I wondered how I would deal with it…

The place where my dad was posted, had a very humid climate and it rained almost everyday. Thus as the plane took off and gained some height, I looked outside the window and could see green fields and yellow water everywhere with a handful of houses scattered here and there.
The place was a cozy little town, rich in biodiversity but yes it was a bit dull after staying there for almost a month.
Basically, I was pretty happy to catch my flight back to Delhi even though I did not like to remember what all I would have to do, how much I would have to work; but for now I thought of simply enjoying the ride…..
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Then the clouds came! Puff! Simply out of nowhere!

Initially, the passengers (including my hyper mom) just exclaimed how common it was and all; till water droplets started spattering on the windows and the plane started to shake a lot.
Still there came more talks by my mom on how the pilots will deal with it. It seemed as if she was trying to convince herself and not really reassure me ;P
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Now, the wings of the plane started to shake vigorously. The plane’s lighting started to flicker and the seatbelt sign came up. I looked outside there was nothing visible! Only gray clouds and the rain on the running down my window.

Now my mom looked a bit worried. She did not say anything. We had flown a lot of times but this was the first time we had experienced so much turbulence and bad weather. I closed my eyes and waited…

My wait was soon rewarded.
As the plane gained height the black thundery clouds faded away and the sun rays started peaking from the white fluffy clouds. Soon we reached our destination and the plane started losing height. We all started feeling relieved. But we were in for a little surprise.
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Since it had rained the runway was pretty wet and it seemed like the plane was sliding. We all started to panic. Why would the plane not stop? It has to stop! Stop now!!

The plane started shaking from the impact…..
Finally by some miracle the plane stopped. Oh!the happiness! the relief I felt at the moment…It felt like I had achieved something.

It was magic.
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In that moment I realized something. We are all taking flights. Life is all about taking flights… From where you are to where you want to reach…You maybe worried… Scared..unsure…your mom, dad and your whole family might be worried for you..they might travel with you in your journey towards your goals or you may have to travel alone..but if you want to reach your goal you have got to TAKE that plane…

You might have it all planed out..the best airlines that is the best college or job…best people and have it all figured out ; but you may face dark back clouds of problems and obstacles along your journey… Your plane of beliefs in your plan..in yourself..your will to achieve..might shake up a bit…you might feel like your plane is gonna crash…KEEP flying…

Believe me you will see the sun once the rain ends…

The landing might be a little tough…believe that your plane will stop…and it will.

We are all taking flights…we keep taking flights… Some may reach their destination… Some might not
…but we should at least try…
With this thought in mind I planned to push my worries aside and enjoy my ride to my goals…I knew I will keep catching flights…until I reach where I want to reach…but I also realized that I have to start enjoying my flights…. Stop taking it as some task which I have to fulfill to reach my dreams…

So maybe all of us should take a chance and fly to achieve our goals even if we face problems along the way; we should believe that we can reach our goals and we should also enjoy every moment of our way 🙂
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Tomorrow She is Never Again Four Years Old (Not Even One Dot)

This post is fabulous!!

jen groeber: mama art

I look at the clock and it’s 11:34 pm. I picture my newly minted five-year-old, asleep in her bed, covered with the Hello Kitty blanket I stayed up until past midnight last night to make, her hands curled under her ear, like the fiddlehead ferns she begged me to buy in the grocery store last week. I wonder, does she know that she has twenty-six minutes (now twenty) left of being in the in-between?

Because on her birthday this morning, she began as a four-year-old. And four-year-olds are young. They’re like babies. They go to pre-school. They say things like, “I liked it, but only one dot,” and everyone nods in wonderment. They are allowed to lisp. They always get right of way, whether on a bike or in a pool or playing Skipbo. Because they’re just four. And everyone else, at least everyone else in my house…

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The Winter You Were Seven, II

So touching!!

a white dog

The winter you were seven

I slowly hung pictures

and the dark wrapped us up

safely in our nest of lamplight

and pop music. I put beach towels

against the bottoms

of the doors in a comfortable habit.

It was cold out, and at night

the baseboard pipes gurgled

with warm water and I slept

next to you, because why not?

And in your febrile hallucinations

you sat up and criedI don’t want to

and I laid you back down

here, on the pillow, and said

you don’t have to

and meant it as much as I could.

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