Tag Archives: Love and attachments

A little bit more…

I’ll be the waves and you be a strange shore
I shall roll on and on and on
Each time crashing into your soul
A little bit more…

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The fate bleeds…

I had written this earlier, but this seems to go perfect with Sue‘s Photo Prompt for this week. Hope you guys like it. 🙂

He playfully ruffles my hair, leans in closer to kiss my forehead but suddenly stops short. I hold his gaze and watch as the ghost of the laugh we just shared gets eclipsed by intense thoughts. I know what he is thinking…and maybe he is right. Continue reading The fate bleeds…

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What I like about you?

So yesterday I participated in a WhatsApp “game” where we had to post a status “Say Hi and I will tell what I like about you”. And I wrote things that I like about those who replied with a Hi. It seems like a whole lot of wok (it was) but I loved doing it!

So many people replied with a Hi that my WhatsApp was buzzing throughout the day. It had been ages since I talked with many who replied. It was fun to reconnect with friends, acquaintances and family.

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Silence #writephoto

The ocean inspires many things. Here’s my entry for the Weekly Photo Prompt hosted by Sue Vincent.

 

 

Silence

 

I stood on the edge of ecstasy

As you wrapped your arms around me

Easing into your ebb and flow

Like a ship at the high sea

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Drifting Woods

via Daily Prompt: Distant

Some love stories are meant to be incomplete…

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Timing

They say ‘When the time’s right, things will work out. Trust the timing of your life.’ But what if life has it all wrong? What if what was actually meant to be will now never be because the clock struck off wrong or the stars didn’t align properly? Does timing and fate really matter?

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नातं तुझं माझं

People ask me why my poems are full of unfulfilled love. Always asking if I am sad, hurt or just incapable of writing anything remotely happy. But I think there’s a certain kind of beauty in sadness. There is beauty in longings and beauty in separations. Here’s yet another poem and yes as always it is a bit sad. It talks about tainted unfulfilled love and of loneliness that follows after a blissful union. Hope you all like it.
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Colour of my Soul

It’s holi…the festivals of colours! India has always been a riot of colours. There will be very few countries as colourful as India. These vibrant colours are a common thread that ties together the diversity of our country.

 

Celebrated with full zest and pomp around the country, Holi is a spring festival that marks the end of winter and the start of a good harvest and fertility. Celebrations start a night before on the full moon where people gather around and pray to a ritual bonfire. The next day is filled with fun and frolic where people smear each other with colours and drench each other with water guns and water-filled balloons.

 

In my childhood it meant a lot fun and laughter. We spent days strategically planning our “water balloon fights” and other activities. This 1 day festival lasted a week for us. It meant scoldings for getting drenched every evening (it’s exam season this time around), buying colours, eating Holi special sweets and dishes, and so much more fun!  Continue reading Colour of my Soul

tujhi-athvan

तुझी आठवण..

“There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”
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Traces

She stood at the window staring out at the vast expanse of the sky. Her eyes reflected the crystal blue canopy. There was not a single trace of the last night’s storm.

The clear skies and calmness that followed after the thunderstorms always amazed her. She found strength in that.

If the skies could scream, bleed and cry the whole night and still be this calm and beautiful the next morning…then so could she!

 


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