Reality scared him like thunder scared the child he used to be, and her smile made his heart soar, tumble and freewheel like the first rainbow he saw that painted the sky in its own whim after the storm. As her laughter rippled through him like a harmony, he realized how he fell through depths that soared through infinities in what they called love. For her love fell like the summer rain on his pain-scorched heart.

New York.

IMG_20150320_123705New York.

I’m in love with you even though you aren’t mine, the same way something has to be, that belongs to me because I belong to it. When sunshine falls on your glass walls and lights you up in a sheen that can hardly be matched, and when the setting sun kindles your twinkling lights, it sends ripples of fantasy through me. You’re a dream I have every night, a paradise where my lost soul seeks solace. I romanticize you out of proportion. And in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in life and in death, I’ll seek you and I’ll keep coming back to you.

New York, I miss you.




As the darkest shade of blue fell down,
To touch the earth and hide the ground,
The moon came in with all her grace,
Tiny stars fell in place…

A gloomy sky it was, with a misty vein,
A tranquil street and a serene lane,
Fireflies flickering on top of trees,
The wind was singing through the leaves…

Mighty structures stood in rows,
People there all in a doze,
Miles away trains went by,
Their rating sound like a faded cry…

And when the gloom was dying away,
There was approaching a new day,
With the rising sun and the time to strive,
With the foggy dawn and the deary life…

Darkness and solitude.

As Loneliness stretched its arms
And engulfed me in impenetrable darkness
The inexorable melancholia rose
through the mask of my long-lost wistful happiness.

“I am your friend,” it said,
“Embrace me with open arms;
Love, Friendship? Those impostors
will lead you to annihilation.”

I felt the darkness devour
the bit of joy left in me
As the scars of Love burned my heart
into ashes that sunk in the sea.

Suddenly I saw a light
that blazed like the summer sun
And waded through the darkness
And picked me up in its arms.

Hope will keep you alive”,
it whispered to me;
And the tight clench of Loneliness
loosened and let me be.

Social work and me.

Social work can be fun. Truth be told, I believed the opposite till now. It kinda creeped me out a bit till now. But today, I was proved wrong. Not only was it highly satisfying, it was quite fun too. 🙂
It was actually a community lunch for the underprivileged organized by our school. I was a volunteer. Not much work, just had to serve food to the people. But jobs like these become more interesting when you are accompanied by people you like.  People who make you laugh when you are about to spill that curry on your clothes. People who make it worthwhile. 🙂
Most of the volunteers were school seniors. Such popular. Much cool. There were teachers too, of the junior section and senior section who lent a hand and made our job easier.
And to top it all off, the teachers served us lunch when it was all over. Didn’t see that one coming. 😛
All in all, it was a summer afternoon well spent.
P.S. The heat was just excruciating. Image

March and me.

March was a pretty eventful month.
My Board exams ended by the first week. Such excitement, much hype. Spring had just started to set in, the trees just started to blossom. And on a beautiful moonlit night, I broke  a wonderful friendship. Ah, life and its quirks.
Truth be told, it wasn’t working out anyway. What’s the point of having a special bond with someone you get in fights with at a drop of a hat?
Okay. Enough.
I had some wonderful moments too. Random meetup with my best friends. Laughter, gossip, heart-to-heart conversations. Ah, girlfriends can be so comforting at times. Outings with a new friend. Chit chats and small talk.
Then some retail therapy, new books, new music, new friends. What more does a girl need? 🙂

I think I am flowering into a woman.
I can feel myself changing. I don’t know whether it’s for the better, or for worse. I don’t care, really. My exuberance is giving way to a more contemplative me.
I can sense the change in my perceptions on life, love, friendship, family bonds. Delving deep into these matters and trying to make sense out of them. Reading stories weaved in the fine complexities of life. Going through my past and laughing about those useless things that once made me cry my heart out.

Maybe its just me. Or maybe it’s just my utter joblessness.