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 😛

 

Do you feel nostalgic sometime?

*Do you feel nostalgic sometime?*

​​There are two kinds of nostalgia.

One feels like it happened just yesterday,

The other feels like it happened ages ago.

And you miss them both.

One is a silent whisper, the other is a loud cry.

One gently pats your back, while you drive along your old school. 

The other hits you hard, while you notice dust on photo frames hanging on walls of your living room.

You give up on one. You hold on to other.

Life is nothing but a honeycomb of old stories, some taste as sweet as nectar while others sting bad as bees.

And you visit them often and miss them both.

And you love them both.

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. 

Stairs to the moon

When you help them build stairs to the moon,
And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.
But you forget one important thing,
The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.

So they climb up, leaving you behind.

You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.
But a lesson did they teach?

But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,
Don’t say I, but worry about the  ‘Us’.
But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,
They get what what they want, and do not do fair.
They forget your help or the days they needed you,
The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.

I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,
At least they didn’t break the stairs,
I should have believed they never cared.

But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,
All I did was share and share until things got finished.

I should have kept some things for myself in this world,
Days after days things got more swirled.
I got infuriated by all this muddle,
I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.

I cried, I shouted, I screamed.
For God, what bad have I done,
that I could not get to my dream.

I vowed to not help people anymore,
Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.
I saw the world through a broken glass,
I was drawing myself away from the mean class.

But deep in my heart, I believed,
That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,
Then success, happiness all you achieve!
I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,
I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.

I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,
And they were back in news telling me clever.
Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,
You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!

But one thing all we must learn from now,
Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.
Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,
The people, who are there and never split.

And you need to give yourself, is your help first,
So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.

Be kind, sincere and fearless,
Because you’re special, and you’re no less!

 

Hey guys, I’ve written this poem on my personal experience, it’s straight from the heart, and it’s my present story, if you liked it,share and help spread the word, thanks!

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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Do you miss your childhood?

Do you miss your childhood?
I miss the way we took pleasure in small things.
Balloons, candies and cookies.
Even as great things crumbled.

We did hide-n-seek,
And peeped through the bushes,
And danced gaily at celebrations.
Or laughed away when the other fell.
Chased away mum for that glass of milk,
And fancy dad’s return for chocolates.

To chitter, chatter.
And be the teacher’s pet.
Party on getting ten on ten.
Or those birthday treats.
Running fast to get the front seat,
Or take hours to finish the last spoon of mum’s best dish.

Neither we could control the world around,
Nor felt the need for it.
There was not a search for happiness.
Or hiding away from crying.

We took the world as it is and smiled.

Could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt,Yet took joy in the things that made us happy.

If you still miss your childhood,
Remember,
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.

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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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