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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.

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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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Soulful Travel

Wanderlust
(n.) An irresistible desire to travel to understand one’s very existence

Why do you travel?
Yes, I travel.
To follow the echo,
Of millions of souls I pass by.

Don’t you travel?
We all do.
To soothe the longing ache,
Of your never ending wanderlust.

Day after day, day after day,
To cross seas and rivers
To see the majestic ocean,
Lying idle on the face of earth,
As if admiring the sky.

We bump each other.
Cross paths,
Heading to the same place,
But taking different routes.

Beautiful memories. Summers. Winters.
Grand feasts, gaily dances.
Weaving together, the tapestry of life.
Painting together, the kaleidoscope of sky.

Creating harmonious symphonies,
We leave our shadows behind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

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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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Did you ever smell a memory? :O

Did you ever smell a memory? Well, I did.

Did you ever smell a memory?

Like when someone passes by
Or a gush of wind hits your face
Like when someone hits the right chord right there
Or an old song that you hear by the radio.

Like when someone brews the morning coffee
Or the sound of the leaves flowing through the gusty wind.
Like when someone opens your inner closet
Or you go through the pages of a really old novel

And the scent it left just reminds you
of something.

People, places and memories.
You can’t even remember now.
Somehow it makes you so happy
Somehow it makes you feel connected
Somehow it ushers a new you in you.
A smile.

Next thing you know,
You’ve been searching your mind palace
Opening doors of past,
Peeping through each of those windows.
Trying to find that specific scent.
Like a whisper among infinite noises!

And sometimes you find that forgotten smell sometimes you don’t.
But you got to live that moment.
Every bit of it, like forever.

That’s called nostalgia friends! A forgotten dream or the first poem you ever loved!

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Why do we travel?

Why do you travel?
Yes, I travel.
To follow the echo,
Of millions of souls I pass by.

To find new paths.
The scent of the fresh grass calls me every time.
Then the north wind whispers.
The sunshine pleads to cross roads,
And deviate.

To follow the flock of birds,
Here and there.
Flutter by. Changing directions.
To follow the rainbow hues.
To reach great places. Sometimes cramped holes.
To get drenched. Or blown away.
To get welcomed, hugged. Or swayed away by nasty faces.

To make friends. Loads of friends, believe me.
To make them feel good. Feel good about themselves.
Called the favorite part of my journey.
Festivities and grandeur.
Pray together, laugh together.

Beautiful memories, grand feasts, gaily dances.
Weaving together, the tapestry of life.
Painting together, the kaleidoscope of sky.
Creating harmonious symphonies,
We leave our shadows behind.

And then there are good-byes.
The part we can’t omit.
But we promise to meet again.
Somewhere. Some place under a different shade.

So, to travel to find the self.
To travel to find my soul.
To travel, because we are searching for a place that makes one feel home.
To believe, one day I’ll find a place,
A place which is worth calling home.
That day I’ll stop. No more travel. Promise.

Yes, I travel.
I get lost.
Yet, I travel.

We all do, on this face of earth.
If not as a poet, then as a poem.

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Last Christmas

Last Christmas,
When you rambled through my mind,
You left imprints on my soul.
You bruised your knee, climbing through the fence.

The gate was open.
The bells ringed the hymns of heaven.
And you wanted to leave flowers by the door.
And your light lanterned through my spine.
Left glowing hair.

Your spring bouquet was in bits
And scattered across the neighbour’s yard.
And then the colours of winters abducted my vision.
The sweet smell of the snow fall,
Cleared my crowded mind.
Coloured leaves crackled below my glistening path
The crisp air and warm shadows,
Wrapping it’s breathe around,
Captivated my senses again and again.

I baked you a cake.
With the scintillating almonds.
And the juicy orange pellets.
And the strawberry crumbs.
And the left over from pudding,
I had last night.

“You asked, is there enough in my garden for you?”
Or I should fill you along, for which I longed for forever?

Within me, you are tangled
As the butterfly, entangled within the cocoon.
As the roots, stay close to moist mud.
As the sun, basking in the moonlight. 

A rainstorm. I was scared.
I was scared that I would lose all the rain, that I carried.
All the rain that did exist. Or may be not.

But the scent it left thereafter.
I realized I had it all. In me. The clouds.
The ones who could not stand,
Being away from the earth any longer, poured down.

To feel the mud once again.
Because they were too tired to float.

The rain orchestered through the winds.
We danced all night. 
Swam in the sea, holding hands up to the sky.

And I paused, and believed you would too.
And you did.
All was calm.
All was bright.

 

After all no one’s never too old for fairy tales.
This christmas has been more than special. I’ll share the story soon.
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Wish to change? Why?

We are each thread in the tapestry of life, an instrument in the divine orchestra, a color of the rainbow and the entire spectrum, unique and yet part of the same whole, you are me and I m you! Embrace your uniqueness.

So I saw he was constantly delved into the idea that “People change so do YOU!” That’s not so right. You can’t just change for others.
So, C-H-A-N-G-E This six letter word. They say change is the only constant phenomenon. Right.

Ever wondered what’s common between people, perceptions and priorities? They change. That’s what you’ll hear from everyone out there. But the truth is one doesn’t change, it’s just the mask that falls off. You are perfect as you are. Imperfectly though.
How hard you try to change, you would gravitate back. Why? Because. .. Because it’s meant to be that way. So don’t think much. Don’t think ever to change for someone. You can’t wish to change yourself for people. After all why you are the one who has to change in order to compromise? You want to change? Change for yourself. For the greater good. But not for someone who doesn’t even care about how you are right now. The sole reason for change should be YOU yourself. Only you. Gandhi said, “Be the change, you want to see.” There must be a reason. No?

Seen a butterfly? It is the result of a transformation from the caterpillar. If there were no change in this world., there would be no butterflies. It changes for itself, it’s SOUL. Well well, nature continues to teach us the basics of living!

It all happens as its meant to be. Things go in the right direction. All it requires is to wait and see how the story ends. When its finished. You would notice things weren’t random at all.

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An Ordinary Girl

An Ordinary Girl
“wrote this one to shoot out to all girls out there that no one’s old enough for fairy tales hell yeah!”

She was a free bird one minute,
Queen of the world and laughing.
The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel,
She’s just an ordinary girl.

Sometimes she get’s lazy,
Sometimes she get’s bored,
And the other times she is crazy,
No one could stop her reach top of the world!

Sometimes she feel scared,
The next minute she feels ignored.
Choked on her own words,
Making wishes to have dreams.

To watch the clouds pass by,
To reach the stars in the sky,
Weaving stories of happily ever-after,
And still believe,
That anything could happen in this world,
To an ordinary girl.

To be continued..