Yours till eternity.

There would come a time when every other thought, every other worry, all the questions, the rationality and the difference between right and wrong fades into the void. When you would want to surrender your whole life to this one man and be his until forever. And you don't just bump into someone and immediately know he's right for you. But then it could be you standing in with all the majesty before him, most definitely looking ethereal for you know the pulse… you know it when your breath hitches on grasping that this man is the only one on the entire universe to look at you and claim what’s left of your heart. The butterflies that ramble in your gut as you walk down the aisle, the lilac dome that awaits your footsteps, zillion glances that pass by…

Is this the beautiful story you breathed in silence all your life?

Probably. The threads of the fictitious tales that we weave don’t bind us in, until they are shared, imagined and turn out to be the embellished beginnings on our D-day. When the dreams spill, it comes from the heart with no limits but only extensions to what resides in it and it is then that you starting living.. Believing and breathing, owing your every little puff to that one person.

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Rains And Ruins.

W ords should not be kept for later because they thrive on mood and my mood is nothing less than a pendulum, so I thought I should pen it down. It's not Monday today but I still got the blues. When I say blues, I literally mean the bluish tone in my otherwise curtain-coloured reddish room, along with the pretty melancholic climate. I hate the dark clouds that get clogged in the sky refusing to pour in, but I love when it finally rains. It's like the clouds have vented out their long-held pain. It feels liberating and very refreshing. I don't quite feel like working in this climate, rather I would be sitting on my terrace, watching the rain, sipping tea (which I am doing even now to avoid falling asleep on my laptop). But the sad truth is I can't go up on my terrace, not at least for the next 2 months, the renovation works are going on and I badly miss the only beautiful, picturesque location in my house. The staircase bricks are cracked to build newer ones and there...

Love demands chaos.

You know there is always this little scar inside all of us. You are sensible enough to realize it wouldn’t stop with that single scar, but still you crave to keep it. The tiny scar that ships your love. It isn’t weird that you would sound crazy about this. Like you only picture it when you think he should be the one who makes that one long divine kiss of yours true. How it feels to know you are in a crowd until he looks at you. How he moves you and never let you forget your curves, the way he touches you and kisses your fingertips. Alas to let every women in the universe know you are with him. And he is yours. I say it with such conviction because I have felt it, lived with the scar. And never in a billion of the past memories have I felt something like it. And I am way over thinking it. Do I deserve the pain? No. Would it break my heart? Yes. But I just got to do it. You ask me for a reason. There are not many. It is only because my heart chose you. And eventually it has to be you...

//Apprehensions//

They say family is one such space where life begins and love never ends, and so goes innumerable slogans on the same. I would have surely nodded my head had it been few years before! Blame time… for even time stands amidst certain apprehensions wondering whether to stand still or move along. At times I fancy only if people chose to stay for the right things happened to them and not leave for the one wrong thing! But the truth pricks me that things never happen the same way twice. Appearing alike countless others, it totally washed away a very strong notion in me… one for all, all for one. Reality strikes again! Bonds are built on needs and less on love! Your family gambling around your whole life… it does feel sick, but no one is spared… not even the tiny tots. The seeds of frustration is long inculcated in them, god bless the adults! Let down??? No way! I am not let down for I had vague ideas of the impending misery. When the leaf turns over, the lessons would reflect… sufferin...

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