life is more beautiful…

life is more beautiful

Life is more beautiful,

With the happiness as well as the problems,

For the fact you are here.

Life looked more beautiful,

The day I stopped running away,

And not hoping to change the past.


Life started to seem more beautiful,

Since the day you taught me to deal with everything,

And live it day by day.

It’s then life started to seem more beautiful,

It’s then I realized how every detail of life is important,

How every moment of life is worth living.

So that later when I close my eyes and remember these moments,

I can live it again.

Life is beautiful because of you,

Life is more beautiful with you.

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The smell of rain

smell of rain

The smell of rain, reminds me of you.

The shinning water droplets on your short hair,

And your drenched shoulders.

The smell of rain, reminds me of you.

I knew you were carrying your umbrella that evening,

And you did not take it out.

You wanted to share mine, I had no doubt.


The smell of rain reminds me of you.

The car’s window that you always used to keep it open,

To allow the breeze to spoil my hair.

I could see the smile on your face in the side mirror,

as you watched me settling my ruined hair.

The smell of rain, reminds me of you.

The bike ride till the mall.

The strong breeze which carried your smell,

As I sat behind, holding you.


The smell of rain, always reminds me of you.

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Holding Love


The moment I try to think a little away from you,

You pull me back to yourself with double intensity,

Back to the love that I have,

Back to the one, whom I land up loving more everyday.

You are my piece of paradise.

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You are my Zing…


Used to wonder like all teenage girls,

One day my prince charming would come on a white horse,

He would stop in front of me,

Bend on his knees to say,

That he loves me.


Today I got to know,

Not all prince charming come on a white horse.

Well, mine came in faded low waist jeans and a blue t-shirt.

To me this surprise was even better my dreams.


Neither did he bend on his knees,

Nor did he sing songs,

Just held me close, in his arms,

And said “I love you and you need not deny

Because I know you love me too.


He reads my silence,

He watches me all the time,

He frightens me, by hiding behind the door,

He hugs me tightly, when I cry,

And he sleeps like baby with his head on my lap without a lullaby.


He gifted me to myself.

Yes, he is my best friend.

He is amazing, he is true,

He is a little tribal, he is YOU,

You know I’m not me without you.


P.S . I love you.

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Why do I still smile???


I don’t know when did I start loving you,

But I know it never ended.


The happiness and love,

you filled my life with,

was enough to keep me alive ,

and make me smile even in pain.


I knew you were playing,

I knew you lied,

I still smile because you have lost more than me.


I lost the one who betrayed me,

and you lost the one who trusted you the most.

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It was my usual Sunday evening walk, with me and my iPod. Lost in my own small world when, suddenly, I felt a pat on my shoulder as I was heading towards the vegetable vendor. The hand felt familiar to me. I pulled out my earphones from my ears and turned around to see who it was.

I saw him. I saw him today. I saw him standing right in front of me. Same face, same expressions, same hair. Nothing seems to have changed in him in past two years. I did not know how I should respond. May be the time gap between us has stolen the ability to make me respond to his presence or the ability to feel that he was actually there. Life around me seemed to have stopped for that moment.

I just kept looking at him. I saw him shaking his head, moving his lips, making hand gestures. He was trying to say something I guess, I could not help myself from getting lost in thoughts. To get back my consciousness he literary had to shake my shoulder and say loudly, “Helooooooo, What’s up?  Didn’t you recognize me?”

My silence and my blank reaction made him think that I might have not recognized him at all.

The moment made me realize, how can he think that I didn’t recognize him? When, he is still the one who can make the whole world around me come to a halt.  Whose, hands I can still sense without even learning about his presence.

I said I shifted to this city a year back for my job while he mentioned that he was here on an official trip.

Days, months and years have passed but he still seems to be the same, who had always loved talking and speaking whatever came to his mind, without even giving it a thought. Everything seemed to have gone back in time but I was not the same anymore. Don’t know whether I was even listening to him or just kept looking at his expressions. I just nodded when he asked me to join him to the pizza place down the street for dinner.

This usual Sunday wasn’t a usual day anymore. There was more to it. To add to the day, guess what I saw? Or didn’t see, but it really did happen. Here I was walking beside him but not with him and the same moment I see “ME”, a figure same as mine, walking next to him on his left hand side, holding his hands, talking to him non-stop, pulling his cheeks, tickling him, pinching him, teasing him, laughing her heart out. Ah!!! She looked so happy and charming. I haven’t seen myself like this in years. Where has she been hiding all this while? Why was she here now? She vanished the very moment I realized I’m not ‘Me’ anymore. The present me doesn’t have stories to tell him, the present me doesn’t hold him and show off to the world that he belonged to me, the present me doesn’t laugh like her, as she had no worries because he was there to take care of her.

The chain of events made me think as I lay on my bed that night. Time has passed, time has changed, and with time he has taken away a part of me along with him. The part of me what does not live in me anymore. The part of me what comes to life only in his presence. The part of me, who, was madly in love with him. The part of me, who, used to laugh, smile and blush. The part of me, who, used to be playful and naughty. The part of me, who, was his best friend. That part would never come back to me.

I met her today, my better half. 

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How is your selfishness?

You can’t even see whether its day or dark.


How is the person inside you?

Although you’ve traveled seven seas,

there is thirst in your heart. 


Why is there a noise, still in you?

You left the story incomplete,

with an excuse that you would find peace.


Why are you trying to search for yourself?

When you were the one who wanted to get lost in the crowd,

of your favorite strangers.


Do you realize?

You fake a smile every time you look at yourself,

pretending to be happy and alive,

even though you sense an uneasiness in the breeze around you.


What are you now?

Where did you go?

The moment was like a water bubble,

which was there only for an instance,


P.S. Find yourself , you’ll get everything you want.

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