Friday, November 9, 2012

Have you being taken granted for?

Love offers you a feeling of security. A security that makes your life worth living. It gives you reasons to make someone smile on a regular basis. It's great to have someone love you back. Someone whom you can take granted for, only because you are sure of the love you showered them with. 

Being taken granted for is generally associated with negativity, but I think it's a great feeling. Someone who takes you for granted would always come back to you, because you offer them something not everyone in the world can offer. I can be a bit preachy in my writing style, ignore to notice that. But what I'm trying to say is, I know we hate being taken for granted, and at the same time it's a great feeling when you know that you'd be approached for something only can offer. It's sad when you are in it, but it feels great when you look back at it. 

There are people I've taken granted for. People generally can't bear that feeling, so they leave. So, only my family and a few of the friends has stood by my side, even when I take them for granted. They make me feel secured. Sometimes, I feel guilty that I make them go through so much of shit. Sometimes, its annoying while sometimes- it's just love. 





Thursday, September 6, 2012

Pearls and their value.

I had always chased after pearls,
fought to get them,

i got them, but, 
out of all the pearls i had,
lost, and 
gained, 

Explained by many, that,
pearls are precious to keep,
but i lost,
one after the other,
reason being, 
my carelessness, and faithless-ness,

but the time has come,
when i dont want 
pearls,
 not because they are expensive,
but priceless. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Dear Rye,

Since the time you are gone, I have known how important you were to me. Don't take me wrong- It's not like, I didn't think of you as important at that point of time when we were together... but yeah, we do take friends for granted at times, and so did I. 

I miss the times we spent together. Talking, watching, eating, and again talking. The first time I experimented maggi with a different flavour was you. The first time I had a friend who looked through my photographs to understand what I am trying to say. The first TV show I'd fallen in love with while watching it with you. You were such a friend. Amidst the lot of people I have in my life, you held a different place altogether. I don't know if you would believe me or no, or if its too late to say, but I really miss you. I missed you on my birthday. A lot. 

You are one friend I'd wish to get married before me. You are one friend I'd want to see your name on the large screen. You're one friend I wish never fell sick, because I know what you go through when you are in pain and how it breaks your momentum in work. You're one friend who understood my girly needs. You're someone possesive and equally caring when it comes to me. 

You were someone who would want to look into my photographs, and would see all the drafts till the time it came out to be perfect.

What you meant to me, is something I can explain by not being able to find anyone like you and what all you did for me. I am happy for whatever you are doing now, and how you choose your life to be. I miss you. I miss your paparazzi-type-taking-photo-mode. I miss you when I want to eat Maggi. I miss you when I have noone to watch tv show seasons all in a night and then discuss it. I miss the way I was with you.  



Saturday, May 26, 2012

Found poetry.

Found this poem in my last year books. Today, this poetry makes so much sense. 


To be honest, I don't remember if this is written by me, or no... but it felt like a REAL treasure when I found it right now. 



koshish thi ki khud se jeetun,
par main khud se haar gayi.
kya isse kahu main haar gayi,
jab uss pyaar se haar gayi.
kahin agar main usse ek manzil,
toh uss manzil se haar gayi.
par himmat na haari maine,
aur har mushkil ko paar kiya,
woh shayad ek seedi tha,
manzil ka jisko darja diya,
kathinaayian ki har seedi chadkar,
aaj main baazi maar gayi. 



Friday, May 18, 2012

I can't breakfree.

Trapped,
Chained in the opinions,
keys lost
I can't breakfree.

Affected,
living with thyself,
unwanted,
I can't breakfree.

Tempted to go back,
I can't decide,
A tune in my head,
I can't breakfree.

Dragged by emotions,
unable to face the truth,
crafting the patterns,
I can't breakfree. 

Restlessness,
Peace of mind lost,
so used,
I can't breakfree.

All lost,
noone to hold onto,
none to fall-back on,
unable to trust,
I can't breakfree. 

Monday, May 14, 2012

What makes you happy?

I understand happiness is ephemeral.


The strange thing, I realised, that I am unable to make myself happy. This realisation is quite scary in itself. I tried to observe what makes/keeps me happy. But I couldn't understand what made me happy generally. I am not a depressed soul or something. I have a smiling face. And my first reaction to things is usually a smile. But happiness? 


I tried hard to track a pattern. It was simple for me. I recieve immense pleasure and happiness and seeing people around me happy. More when its because of me, but I am happy when they are happy.


But the funny thing is that it still required people around me. If I am alone, what would make me happy. Perhaps, answer to this question was difficult. I had no answer. I kept thinking about it. I am still thinking. 


So, I want you all the readers, to think about what makes you happy. Just you, when you are with yourself. How do you keep yourself happy? It's important for each one of you to know and understand. Is your happiness conditional? Is it dependent on someone? Is it to do with your interest? What is it? Define happiness for yourself, with regards to ONLY you. 


Please leave your comments. 

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Nothing can be done.


Butterflies,
gush of blood,
soothing after effect,
almost magical.

What you said, 
was not supposed to happen,
has now 
already happened. 

It had to lead this way,
you knew it,
we knew it,
yet, it bruises me. 

It happened,
and,
Nothing can be done,
about it.

It was something more than this? 
We all want to believe that.
But I have nothing to believe,
nothing to hold on to. 

Perhaps,
I can rely on,
my butterflies,
gush of blood un-felt,
things unspoken,
and my small fancy world,
where reside you and I. 

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Why I want to go back to home food?

Food is something that brings a lot of people together. Different people whose mindsets don't match can catch up for lunch and still enjoy it, because the food brings them both on the comfortable platform, where both of them can eat together. 

When I was a child, I have always shared my lunch with numerous people. No matter what I got in lunch, like khakhra, or some sweet, or paratha, or just a fruit. But I realise by sharing food, people come together on the friendly level. 

Okay, that was just an introduction to my new article. 

You must have heard people around you saying, "I miss home food"and I want to go back to home food, and stuff like that. Ever wondered why people miss home food, when they go out? 

My reasoning could be-

1. One has been eating home food right from the birth . Its obvious that the taste buds are apt according to it. It is very understandable that how home food becomes something to crave for when you step out of the house. 

2. The faith in the person who cooks the food at home, has evolved over a period of time. And one eats that food without being sceptic of what could be amalgamated with it, which is very unlikely to happen with the food that you eat outside. 

There are emotional and sentimental reasons obviously, but this time, If you can think of any more rational justifications, jot them down here... in the comments box. :D 

Monday, April 2, 2012

Negating emotional self.

I thought of myself as an emotional creature. 
Because people around called me emotional. 
ONLY, emotional. 
But more I think about it, 
I am surprised by the fact, that I am not.
I don't know why people always 
saw me as someone who 
is just made up of heap of emotions.

I am emotional at a very basic level. 
I don't feel all the emotions.
I am a human being,
discovering myself at every level.

I am more than emotions. 
I don't even feel a million things.
I don't even understand emotions.
May be my emotions were nothing,
but a social construct. 

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Longing...

I wish to pen down my words,
I want to speak my heart loud,
I crave to talk aloud,
I desire to be heard,
I yearn to meet,
I pine to hear,


All that I want to do,
I can't. 

Monday, January 2, 2012

An excerpt...

"Knowing the nuanced details of someone’s life.
Knowing that you mean the world to him. 
Knowing that he would never ever let you go. 
Knowing that happiness became synonyms with him. 
Knowing that all my friends have accepted him as my better half. 
Everything just felt right. 
Knowing the cons of his personality. 
I kept faith in him. 
Highest level of faith that I could ever keep in someone."