Delighted

Dressed in green, sedentary on a green cushioned armchair inbetween the window and the aisle seat of swarna shatabdi express occupied by two elderly people of discrete characters busy in their own world... I was watching a video which stopped buffering due to network issues, suddenly a thought of reading striked which eventually led to writing.....Writing that once used to be a passion, an expression of thoughts and emotions which couldn't be shared rather appreciated  by others. There were still 2hours and 25 minutes to the destination and many memories foreshadowed from the flashback into the present. The retrospect took me to reviving some likeablities which have been eroded by the dusty winds of time and in no time my fingers went back to my phone looking for my 10 year old blog which I started somewhere during my college days. Its been a DECADE and a decade is a long long time. A decade that took me from my twenties to thirties...transforming me everyday into a fluid whos...

Aspirations high, ambitions bizarre Wanted to touch the sky But was pulled down every time Was like a fluid, Could be frozen and then released As and how wanted But was taken for granted As if lifeless Caged in the bars of social prejudice And then said “now you are a free bird” Disregard of the compression…. it remained flexible. And the fancy of it to flow Wasn’t lost…. Trying to rise at each trough to touch the crest of the Zigzag it went on without the fear of evaporation.

What is love, Love can't see you but you can see it, it is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick something that can hurt and heal, can be born and killed. Love has won and Love has lost Love can catch and Love can toss it can stand and fall its small and tall Love is right and Love is wrong Love is weak but Love is strong its up and down can smile and frown Love is good and Love can be bad Love is quite and Love can brag it is a little and a lot continues and stops Love can hope and Love can dream Love can talk and Love can sing it can be a word or a ring. Its nothing but everything So where is this thing we call Love I dont know the only real love we have Does it comes from above…..???

One month to go The most beautiful phase of life Will become history Sitting in the classroom Amongst my mates Just aroused a thought Leading me to nowhere But a juncture of memories That embraced many aspirations SOME of which have come true In the voyage started from the past With many shadows to cast And fill the present with a blast! To make the future excellent Bring in affluence and happiness The desire to fulfill the REST taught How to get through tough times And to deal with those Who say you are mine I can do anything for you But prove to be untrue One month to go The most beautiful phase of life Will become history The journey through the doldrums Was more of fun than boredom Three-fourth walls of the hostel facilitating proficient grapevine brought in dynamism under one ceiling Sleepless nights and early mornings Tedious assignments, presentations But still hilarious midnight birthday celebrations Chitchat with friends Those infinite laughters and the cheerful evenings aft...

As in all things truly worthwhile in life, love is an art, sketched and painted atop a canvas of mutual respect the colors of which blend and advocate the roots of trust. Just like the 2 sides of a coin Juxtaposed, Though facing different directions But still walking together Holding Hand in hand This is how when I met you I felt I met myself somewhere Though we didn’t speak much but It was as beautiful as talking to life Moments were fleeting And I was turning numb Wanted to catch the eye It felt like a stint in the paradise But to comprehend you were dumb. Saw a light shining bright Generously guiding me to the abode Where I could feel alright It revealed the unfathomable deep seated substance that was veiled by ignorance Which obligates me to burn And not fade away In a stranger’s love As Self Love Is The Greatest Love

The things we do not want to happen in life they are the only events which occur most frequently and without any notice. We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment. We never can, BECAUSE the sand of time continues to fall, and we can't turn the hourglass over. I live in a city where people consider themselves no less than ‘BRANDS’ …. This city is full of clutter that has no halt, where the reality is - each minute struggle to find one’s own space. Every day supplements new lesson and brings forth a new face of their vivacious existence. Each encounter brings the apprehension of losing pace. In order to regain the lost momentum, they start walking by the lanes with an aspiration to win but then fail to discover resources. Pretending to be stern believers of social ideologies, to become closer to what they want to be, they try to influence people by broadcasting their opinions and at times compelling them to be following the same……as...

Sometimes along life's pathways there will come a friend, who gets to know you inside out, right to the very end, The depth and height and width of all that makes you "You", And they continue liking you no matter what u do. When it comes to wishing u happiness I find my words just cant express All that i want them to,,, but then i think you can understand what i want u to............... and you have always understood....... i m sure you will know that many things my heart wants to say and would say................ but words can never show.............. if ever i cud be in a perfect world it cud only be with u as it cannot be true and is impossible thru .............. but let the thought of it be true ......... Whenever you feel blue think of something that was not of me and you Something out of the world and the imagination of its creator.......... May that help u to feel yourself in a perfect world full of joy and p...