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Do you love rains too?

​Yes, you love rains.

From the very first spell of rain, when the drizzle wets the mud, and the scent it leaves just soothes your soul and takes away the summer pain.

To the days when it’s raining well enough, and the sun itself is blushing, and you can feel the wind blowing the song of rain.

To the days when it’s pouring heavy and you finally want to look for your umbrella placed somewhere in your room and you feel the need for the weather to calm down again.

See, how well I know your love for rains.

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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Closer.

Hey guys, so I’ve written this song, it’s like a new version of your favourite song closer. Do read and let me know if you like it. 

Hey. 

I don’t want to be your girlfriend or your best friend.

I don’t want  a tag. 

I just want to be someone whom you cannot replace with anybody else. 

I hate replacements. 

Hey. 

It’s kind of weird to find someone for whom you’re enough.

I don’t know what is going on.

I just know that I don’t want to share you with anybody.

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 


Will it be another heartbreak or a disappointment? 

I don’t really know.
But,  I don’t want to know. 

And I don’t even want to think about it. 

I just want the ‘us’ to stay.

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 
 


When I see some old happy pictures of mine, 

I wish you were in them with me.

I wish I knew you before. 

I wish we had more time.

I remember telling you this line which I wrote back,  in a poem, 

‘Dance with me till the song lasts’

I don’t know if you did understand my feelings that day.

But that’s how I feel. You make me happy. 

Not just accepting me or calling me pretty. 

But you make me feel closer to myself, closer to God, closer towards truth, closer to hope,

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 
 


You make me wonder, how could anybody love me like you do.

How could anybody make me feel like you do. 

I’m always in a want for more. 

Do I even deserve all this?

But like I said, I don’t want to know. 

I don’t like this feeling of getting away from you. 

I don’t want to be replaced. 

I just want to be with you till the clock ticks. 

I just want to dance with you till the song lasts. 

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul

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!

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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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 Road Not Taken

Alice came to a fork in the road. “Which road do I take?” she asked

“Where do you want to go?” responded the Cheshire cat.

“I don’t know,” Alice answered

“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”

~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Do you really know what do you want to do in life? What do you want to be? What do you want to achieve?

Not really. Some might take names like engineer, doctor, actor bla bla. But is it really that easy to say?

Life has meant to follow an unprecedented course and the time when we realise this it’s too late. We don’t believe in life rather.
We believe in a LIE, LIFE-Fun/Freedom= LIE.

We’re all saying lies to oneself, and to one another. Why?

We are just trying to hard to make life all the more difficult for oneself. We have forgotten mankind’s greatest worth, ideas, imagination. Yes, creativity is one thing closest to magic.

We start growing old when we haven’t even lived one life. The child within us wants to peep out and wonder. But we keep ourself shut with our insecurities.
Life’s not a fairytale. I understand. But don’t you think fairytales are worth fighting for?
I mean you’ve got one life. You gotta live it to the fullest. Laugh harder. Play. Make mistakes. Love. Pray. Cry. And smile for it happened, not that it’s over!

Choices matter. But knowing what not to do is perfect like knowing what to do. One is clear what road not to take and life will be all the more better this way.

Life’s just too short to play small. You deserve to live a life that amazes people.

If people are not laughing at you then your dreams are not big enough. Remember if you don’t reach where you intend to, you’ll reach where you meant to be.
Knowing the destination doesn’t matter, living while the journey exists matter.

So forget the road not travelled. Focus on what you’ve got.
Dream. Chase. Achieve.

Now  you’ll begin to see and to believe—in all you’re becoming and all you’re yet to be.

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Is there a geek in you?

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by!
~The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
This is perhaps one of the favorite quote of mine. I just felt like sharing.So coming to the topic, is there any geek in you?
Wait do you know exactly who is a geek like? Let me open the dictionary of geeks and extrapolate!

geek1
ɡiːk/
informal
noun
 
  1. 1.
    an unfashionable or socially inept person.
verb
 
  1. 1.

    engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail.

    Now Google says this. Not all exciting! If someone actually a geek would also disagree. :/
    Historically, a geek was a circus person in the sideshow who performed some bizarre feat.

    <But the good news is>

    Lately I’ve been in and around geeks! {Writing this adds a smile on my face :P}
    Geeks are genuine individuals who have an open heart for learning and they are just glued to whatever they’re passionate about! They are not procrastinators or those who waste their time in thinking and not doing!

    I would say, geek is someone who is totally passionate about technology and how it comes alive.
    A geek will not only know about all the cool tech-stuff but dig in more. I mean a geeky guy will not only play games but also create one!

    So geeks are the ones who are analytical and good at understanding stuff, and that too related to technology, which doesn’t click in an ordinary’s mind. So does this mean geeks are extraordinary?
    That’s the word extra, just this word makes you different than a geek!

    There’s a geek in each one of us. Rule of thumb. Like I always say, there’s a poet in each one of us, a geek is also hidden. Came across these little kids doing some cool geeky stuff, I was bewildered, how do they do it!?
    Have  a look!  This kids at Camp-K12 are doing wonders! They are learning technology — the closest thing to magic in 21st century! Agree?

    Kids can learn to code. kids can learn to make android games. Kids can do nearly professional graphic designing!
    Let me take you to the Facebook link. Here.

    Are you surprised? Even I was! I wish I was in 2nd standard at present and had a chance to do these cool things at Camp-K12. Don’t you feel like your childhood missed something, which these kids lucky enough to have.

    I wanna grow up once again! You?

    I’m happy for these kids. There’s a platform to nurture their limitless creativity. Let us too indulge in limitless creativity.
    Think aloud! Think Limitless!


    What’s your pick on this? Let me know.
    And do encourage these kids! they deserve applause!

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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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