You are welcome.

When you left,
you left behind a valley
of shy..soft daffodils
under a sky
full of unstirred clouds…
you left
a million brilliant butterflies
wavering mid-silky flutters..

You felt like midnight rain
dropping against my dreamy eyes..
You felt like summer breeze 
brushing over my shoulder..

Oh the crisp square papers,
On which I am writing poems,
with ink stolen from the wild grapevine.
And the portraits I am drawing,
With colours borrowed from the rainbow.
And you with your long stares and hasty tickles,
Making my couch uncomfortable.

And then upon my fingers
the melting snow of you.
Rolling upon my cheek
the glistening tear of you.

Today I have
A handful of peaceful sunsets
with a drop of curved horizons

Your reflection
mirrored in every puddle
Your whispers
wavering upon every curtain
Your fragrance
blossoming inside every petal

Your echoes in between
the silence of my drowsy eyes

Oh and how you left
Footprint on my sands
and your songs on my shores

Windows full of
misty..magnetic moonlight
nights and nights
of a warmed soul

We look forward
a calendar full of days
and seasons full of rich harvests

And look forward to a lifetime
of moments untouched.
With stories to be written and told.

I am thankful to the light of a billion stars guiding you home.

6 tips and tricks to uncomplicate adulting

– Hello –

Nothing fancy, I am sharing – 6 tips and tricks to uncomplicate adulting.

Early mornings, early nights. Easy friendships, small fights.

Sharing lunchboxes, and lots of laughter. Secret crushes and chitter chatter.

Daily homework, quizzes, and assignments. Daily playground, park, and pavements.

Birthday was the greatest day! Gifts, food, and dancing all day!

Now, what we have is stressful day and sleepless nights. Difficult friendships, and big fights.

Lunchboxes are no longer in fashion. Laughing has become a stand-up passion.

Finding love is hard these days. And there is so little to say..

Work is life but work made you bored. You miss the backyard and old roads.

Birthdays are boring and spent alone, Food is gone.. dieting is the new trend in town..

You miss childhood, I know. The sun shine, the birds, and the snow.

You will deny, but you know all this is true. Don’t shy away, I will give you 6 clues:

First, find joy in your heart. Live lighter and forget your mistakes and past.

Second, focus first on your self. More beautiful, is there is anything else?

Third, embrace the love around. Live simple, stay at ground.

Fourth, build yourself strong. Your skills will stay lifelong.

Fifth, treasure your parents, and siblings and cousins. True friends will be your oxygen.

Sixth is the golden rule, travel a LOT , dance, books, and music are for the soul.

These simple 6 rules are just clues. Paint your life with red, yellow, orange, green, and blue.

I know you miss your childhood a lot. But you can create new memories, write your own life’s plot.

Talk less, and listen more. De-clutter your mind and open new doors!

This is your life and you are the king.  Choose carefully the best things!

You are beautiful, you are the sun.. Just shine, be brave, and have fun!

– Thank you –

♥

Note: This was a quick fun poem and note to myself that I penned tonight. If you enjoyed it, do given a thumbs up. And check out rest of the works.

BONUS: Below is a glimpse of my childhood and present 😛

 

Oh, dear lover.

Dear Lover,

We’ve been to places.

We’ve seen so many faces.

But you look like home to me.

All you need is me.

All I need is you.

The time goes slower as we walk together.

The moonlight within. The sunshine around.

There is something deep.

There is something more.

Just stay. Closer.

The smile on our faces. The tickle in our hearts.

The little happiness of ours.

Makes me wonder where have you been, all this time.

I’ve been waiting for you all the way along.

And now there’s this string, which you have hooked on me around.

And now all that matters is I have you.

And all that matters is you have me.

Just stay. Closer.

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Skies, sun and you.

​I can see the sun you carry in your pocket for me. You try to hide it for a time, but it peeps back and lights my entire world. 

And our limitless love, shines across the million skies and calls for me.

Here I come, spiraling through the shadows, to clasp the beam of your soul. And then we dive together into the infinity of dreams and cosmos. 

Sunsets. Eclipses.

Endings can be beautiful too.

Tangled

Just like a butterfly is twisted within the cocoon, 

And the roots muddled close to moist soil, 

And the sun basks in the moonlight, 

And my untamed morning hair, 

You are tangled, within me. 

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s all, about you.
So many sad eyes on happy faces.

Why are you allowing to wither in your self?
Do you still have those bits and pieces of who you were?
I believe, they are yours.

Because you let fairy tales; you grew up reading in books, to be true.
The whole point of being with someone is so you can talk your heart out with them, without feeling being judged, who smiles at your best and stays with you at your worst.

But may be you’re too late.
You no more know how to talk.

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve seen it through you.
You held it long enough to let go.
Stop holding those bits and pieces
of where you no longer belong.

Close your eyes to old ends
and open your heart,
to new beginnings.

You are brave, you know;
I’ve seen you dance
through the flames that ramble against you
when you set yourself
on fire.

You’re kind, you know;
I’ve seen you soothe those
who never bothered
to know
the ache inside you.

You’re more, you know;
more than this,
more than you ever were,
more than anyone could ever be.

You’re made up of thunder, fireworks and sunlight.
So, rise like the sun, and burn.

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First steps

You have a story.
There are words, waiting to be written.

Everything begins small.
Your little first steps, to climb up to her.
Mother, from where all your stories begin.

You are trying to climb up to her.
With her open arms, she gently, smiles.
Doubtless, you rise up.
Remember, those were your first steps.

Now, you’re all old, and strong,
Yet, you fear to climb the stairs of life.
Why don’t you trust?

Life is a book.
Why don’t you travel?
Why are you struck at the first few pages?

Let the chaos within burst out.
Even if you can’t see it, the story is weaving.
Thread by thread, into the tapestry of life.

And if words fail, hope remains.
For years to come, hope whispers, it’ll be better.
Better, sweeter, happier. Any more?

You leap through the dark mountains,
Follow storms. Yet, reach up to the stars.
Your first steps again. Do they taste the same?

Soaked in memories, happiness hails.
While sorrows make a wiser tale.
Mistakes, faults  — the chapters you accept,
And do not wish to visit again.

The story of the fool you were, the story of the fool you are.
Wrapped up in few words,
One Adventure, called life.

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The Happy Ever After

If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this. ~ Payphone, Maroon5

The happy ever after.
After you go far away from it though, can you really get it back?

Knowing and remembering, the magic. Just briefly though.
And you know that you have met before.

When a song stirs emotions, and memories.
When pages from a book, leave a peculiar scent.
When you listen to the bus passing by, and wonder, where it might be going.
A home. The happy ever after. To find the right one.

If you have the words, you’ll have a way.

Everyone sings an incomplete song, until someone comes, and whispers the missing notes.

To complete your melody.
To find the poet in you.

After all everyone lives as a poet on the face of this earth.

If not as a poet, then as a poem.
May be fairy-tales do not exist. But it’s worth fighting for.
And it’s never too late to have a happy ever-after.

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The Right One

KOI NO YOKAN
(n.) The sense upon first meeting a person that two of you are going to fall in love

Does that happen?
Yes, it does, she said.

Sometimes when you meet someone,
like a wind passing by, and the scent it left.
Like someone played an old song,
reminding you of the old times,
Or someone brewed coffee,
Or turned pages from an old book.
Like a trace of someone’s perfume,
which brings pain in the knees.
But you won’t tell.

LA DOULEUR EXQUISE
 (n.) the heart wrenching pain of wanting affection of someone unattainable

Is that pain real?, he said.
Real. she replied.

i t h i n k i m a d e y o u u p a n d n o w y o u a r e g o n e

Yes.You might have a homesickness for a home, to which you cannot return back,
Or you have never been to. People, places and memories! Those you miss, don’t exist anymore.
For the irony of pain is that, you let the same person you love, hurt you over and over again.
And the beauty of the situation is that, you want to be comforted by the same person who hurt you.

Having perfected our disguise,
we search for a person we can’t fool.
Someone who loves you for what you are,
not what you look.
May the fairy tales be true.
Let their be magic!
When you want to come out,
of the shell, like a seed.
When you are back as a child,
with the one who completes,
as the missing piece,
from the puzzle of your life.
Or whispers the missing notes,
to your incomplete song.

Because, may be,
you have to love the wrong person,
once or twice,
to be thankful for the right one.

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Scribbles on the last pages

And when the scribbles on the last pages of your book,
meant a lot more than your story.
And when it’s not about the ending — happy, or sad.
It’s about the story.

So set yourself on fire.
For one day, you will stumble upon someone,
who will ignite a spark within you that will never ever die.

And when such people happen, you’ll know they’re magic!
And when you’ll never have enough, you’ll ever have an illusion.
For whom you’ll never stop looking among st the crowd.
For they are the best chapters of your life.

commuovere
(v.) to stir, to touch, to move to tears

And when deep inside they’d care the most,
They would pretend they don’t care.
And when you’ll come across the sad part of the story,
you will ever come to find–– that they are not always the ones
whom we spend our lives with.

It would be too late.

After all at the end, we all are just stories.
Each and every soul you meet has to play a part in the story.
While one may take a chapter, others a line or two.
The special ones occupy the exclamations, apostrophes, 
in the happiest sentences of your life.

And then the fire they ignite, may not be the first or the last.
But the only one that lasts forever.
And the only one worth fighting for.

| So I wonder not how well it starts, but how bad it’s gonna end. |
That’s the BOOK OF YOUR LIFE. 

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