Why do I still smile???

smile

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

But I know it never ended.

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The happiness and love,

you filled my life with,

was enough to keep me alive ,

and make me smile even in pain.

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I knew you were playing,

I knew you lied,

I still smile because you have lost more than me.

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I lost the one who betrayed me,

and you lost the one who trusted you the most.

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Untold

untold

How is your selfishness?

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

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How is the person inside you?

Although you’ve traveled seven seas,

there is thirst in your heart. 

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Why is there a noise, still in you?

You left the story incomplete,

with an excuse that you would find peace.

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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.

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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.

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What are you now?

Where did you go?

The moment was like a water bubble,

which was there only for an instance,

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

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Mumbai…the city of dreams…

Mumbai

Mumbai…the city of dreams. It is said people come here to fulfill their dreams.

I, a dreamer whose favorite hobby has always been dreaming, today even I’m standing here. Don’t know why my fate has got me here, because Mumbai was never in my dreams.

My dream, my journey, my destination was somewhere else, but after coming here I’ve got a weird feeling. May be this was never my dreamland, but who knows even my dreams come searching for me here. Who knows even my dreams come true in Mumbai?

This city is really crazy!!! It really gives you a lifetime experience.

There are sleepless, sparkling eyes all around, which are still not tired of dreaming their favorite dreams.

The fast moving life. Whether it’s a business tycoon or a small roadside Vada Pav vendor (Indian Burger), nobody has time for anyone. The funniest part is whether its day or night you’ll always find people in a hurry for office or a date 😛 after all they don’t have time.

Whether the city is on red alert, or after a bomb blast, the life here goes on. The best part of the people here is there smile. I think that’s the only thing that keeps them moving.

The lovely old couples at Marine drives, feeling the sea breeze holding each other’s hands. They still see love in each other’s eyes. The old man with stick still finds himself strong enough to give his hand to his lady while stepping down from the pavement. His grip assures her that he can still take care of her, and he still loves her and she assures her love for him with a smile.

The group of grannies sitting together and gossiping about their husbands. Still not tired of caring about their husbands and their bad habits.

The young couples sitting in silence after a hectic week and work load, sharing one cup of coffee, feeling each other hand. Some were sorting out their life problems, some teasing each other, some arguing on a silly matter, some just sitting and feel each other’s presence.  That’s there lovely dates. Their happiness is in being with each other.

Children who find happiness in playing with sand, the sea fascinate them. The priceless smile on their after they are done with making a sand castle.

This fast city seems to stop at sea shore… When I stand facing the sea, feeling the sea breeze cut through my body, I feel the time has stopped, I can hear my heartbeat, I feel alive.

I felt life, I felt love, and more than that I felt me in all such beautiful moments which made me smile for no reason. Yes, they are special.

 

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You…

you

You, a tune stuck in my head.

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You, a wish that will come true

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You,  the only one I see

whenever I close my eyes.

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You, a song, a whisper I hear whenever a breeze passes by.

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You, an image, an art of yourself.

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You, with a fragrance of your own.

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You, in whose eyes I search myself.

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You, with a smile which brightens my life.

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You, who gives me the kind of feeling,

people write songs about.

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You, the half story of my heart

And the rest is me.

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A part of me keeps talking to you,

All day and  all night.

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You, a risk worth taking.

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You, the one I admire,

the one I love.

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Be crazy, be true, be tribal, be YOU

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The Perfect Blend…

Dedicated to everyone who wonders,

If I’m writing about them?

I am.

My left neighbor, “CHIPKALI”,

With whom I have gossiped,

About all weird people we met in office,

Had a crush on the same person,

Finally settled on 50% crush each.

My “ADEEP-BDEEP- CDEEP”,

With whom I have laughed my heart out,

And called out each other’s name,

When we saw the water boy pass,

Had fun bugging the flying elephant,

And giggling for no reason.

My “RUSTED BRAIN”,

The times he argued with me,

On all the English errors he made,

Party shirts he wears to office,

and sings “Chalo Na” to imitate me.

My “MUMMY FRIEND”,

Who always has been there for me,

Like a mummy.

With all the smileys

We irritate her with every day.

The times we spent chit chatting in the washroom.

My “TWEETY”,

Who makes sounds for everything,

Distributes sweets for wrong reasons,

Had been there while flipping all my “Trouble Tickets”.

My “PALLE”,

So called DUMBO, the flying elephant,

Whose center of gravity is always out his body,

He learnt not to fag in front of my face,

But always missing from his chair.

The only one who sincerely use to request songs

To be played by me.

My “TUMMY TAMMY”

Who is always dieting,

and drinking lemon tea,

But it’s of no use.

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My PD, 

Who never did my product descriptions,

Always glued to her Facebook profile,

and keeps asking people whether they are free,

So that she can assign her work.

My “NAGGU”,

Who cries for everything,

And I hope,

She’ll start having her meals regularly,

Once I leave.

The time spent were less,

But the memories of all the moments,

Working  on TT’s , laughing ,teasing, team lunchs, coffee breaks, gossiping,

Are enough to make them cherishable.

Will miss you all.

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P.S. Dedicated to my lovely office mates who makes a great team.

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