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Don’t fall in love with your friends

It’s so difficult to not to fall in love with your friends.

I used to think friendships become stronger over years. That the bond gets stronger one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It just happens. It might even happen on your first waffle together or just a walk.
I would say, be with people who invest in you, invest in your happiness. Sometimes being soulmates doesn’t mean that you get to marry each other, have babies and live a life together. There’s more to soulmates, even friends can be soulmates. When you know that you’ll be there for each other, no matter what. What else do you need. 

There’s nothing sweeter in this world than your friends calling your name, your friends who are proud to have you. And these are the best kind of people. When you’re having a bad day, just hangout with them, share a thought and feel loved and just okay. 

Truth is, so many people are in love and are not together and so many people are not in love and together. But, friendships sort all. It’s the parachute which helps you fall smoothly in love with your friends.

Life is like climbing. And in life there are peaks and valleys. Sometimes you’re at top and sometimes you get stuck in the valley. Love is a hope, a feeling that there’s no valley. Love can over power anything and can make you do unbelievable things.

Love is like wings of happiness, flying you through mountains of hope.

And when you’re in love with your friends, it’s like the ocean in a summer day, calm and relaxing, that’s how I feel. All the beautiful memories they add up to. 

So, go grab a cup of coffee in this chilly weather with them because it’s okay to fall in love with your best friends.


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Stories that I’ll remind you

I want to be the feeling that stays on your tongue after eating a chocolate which makes you want more.

I want to be the gentle light that enters through your window which wakes you up in the morning.

I want to be the peace you get while you lay down on the bed with hands and legs wide open, looking at the ceiling fan as it gives you breeze, it’s the only sky that you own. 

I want to be the dust that stays on your book shelf who knows your secrets more than anyone.

I want to be the coffee stain on your table which reminds you of the sleepless nights you’ve had thinking of someone you barely knew. 

I want to be a part. I want to be the very reason which will never let you forget that you’re still a child who wants to cuddle in his mother’s arms, a child who wants to make his parents proud, a child who doesn’t like spinach, a child who’s not afraid. 

I know. And I’ll meet you soon while you’re struck in disbelief, I’ll remind you all the stories.

I’ll remind you, I’m still there for you. 

One fine night. 

Something scratching in the back,

Something got her laughing while sitting up straight on her bed,

May be a familiar story in the old book rack. 
The blanket was lying as she left it in the morning, 

Twirled like a mermaid taking rest over a rock, 

Waiting for the next wave dining. 
The spoon just fell over the cup,

Like a huge star, shooting in the infinities of the sky, 

While ceramic did talk and made hupp.
She just leaned back on the backside of her bed, 

And just like that she held the music in the room, 

And she saw the lower corner of the curtain waving to her but she wondered if it was all in her head.

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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A traveler’s muse

In city, my heart was spread so thin that I wasn’t feeling much of anything.
But there on the cliffs, I realized I was near the end.
My heart swelled and then hurt.

A traveler.
Another city.
A fresh chapter begins.
A new community ebbs and flows around.

It’s people.
Their dreams. And hopes.
The strains of Mozart’s music swim in the air,
Gliding through countryside’s many cafes,
Glistening shores where children play,
Cobbled streets, merging with the silhouette of the 0ld fort.

Time rolls.

Then the new friend became a speck on horizon,
The traveler felt a familiar sadness.

Not a story of enemies.
Not a story of friends.
Just a story of strangers, with some memories.

You know a time when you seek happiness, truth?

Not because you’re lost.
But you’re closer to where you’re meant to be.
That time, you’ll be, your own sun.
You’ll know that you’re made up of sunlight, thunder and fireworks.

No matter how far you travel, you can never run away from home.

You’ve got — roots of innovation and wings of imagination!
Let them grow.


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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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Do you write stories?

Do you write stories?

Here you own everything that happens to you.
You, your life, your stories.

Want to write one?
So, phrase by phrase.
Add some rain. And it’s smell.
Would you mind adding some noise? Some whispers?
Some glitter of her eyes.

You like sour? You like sweet?
So add some lemony tang or a martini twist.
Some tears. Especially the salty ones!
Some broken strands of hair.
That time in your mother’s lap! ❤
Never ending hugs. Or that gentle kiss?

Won’t you write about those giggles? That laughter.
All that wait and longing.
Some love. Some emptiness?

People, places and memories. Remember some?
Were there any worth writing for?
What were the best things that happened to you in your journey?
And don’t forget write about how it started.

All it needs to wait and see how the story ends.
Or may be it’s not about the ending.
Happy, or sad.
May be it’s about the story. 

After all at the end, we all are just stories.

 

Do write one. Start today 🙂 In other words I mean, life is short and is meant for living, live it to the fullest. Gather as much memories you can and create a beautiful tale. Do share if you like! and follow the blog for more posts, plus check previous ones, you gonna like them.

Did you ever smell a memory?

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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