Short of Words

Kissed
Dazed
Another
Amazed
Her eyes
His gaze
Desire
Ablaze
Hearts
Fazed
Love
Admitted
Blinded
Committed
Smitten
Acquitted
Tied
Together
Bound
Forever
Promises
Spoken
Never
Broken
Always
Open
Passion
Awoken
Past
Asleep
Hidden
Too Deep
Secrets
His
Hers
Theirs
To Keep
Open Books
Stolen Looks
Dates
Fate
White Dress
Bouquets
Vows
Rings
Summer
Spring
Life
Strife
Tough
Talked
Fights
Walked
Slamming doors
Tears and more
Apologies
Embraces
Make-up
Heart Races
Kissed
Dazed
Another
Amazed
Desire
Surrender
Love
Render
Gaps
Filled
Love
Spilled
Spent
Incoherent
Entangled
Bare
Words
Share
Beauty
Defined
Charm
Kind
Fingers
Intertwined
Two
Created Life
Three
Him
Her
She.

The Three Love-eteers

Philia

A friend he’d never known, like the friendship between him and her had grown

They shared their lives like they filled a diary, pages that were wounded and torn

All their baggage and life’s weight, was now not a burden too heavy to hold

In each other, their trusts were entrusted, a move they made confidently and bold.

Eros

She was his everything. He loved her with all his heart and wished to woo her in every way

She was his lover, his universe, his sun for 11 months along with May

It was no secret he loved her dearly, a truth no one needed to be told

He loved her unconditionally, heart, body, mind and soul

Agape

She found herself at gun’s point one day, a little adventure gone horribly wrong

He came out of nowhere and stood before her, said it’s where he belonged

And the trigger was pulled before she could tell him he didn’t have to

He gave his life, for the woman for whom his love was always true.

I write an anecdote like this one, to explain to you 3 types of love

Philia stands for brotherly love, a friendship that holds strong

Eros is for the romantics, with a love like that nothing can go wrong

Agape is unconditional, sacrificial, God's kinda love, lets you belong.

Words Like Her

He wishes to write words that fit together like the way their lips do

Like the way her body aligns with his when they are one

How she is the words he thinks he’s won.

He wishes to write words that flow together 

The same way those expletives make their way into the air that surrounds them

And just like words that hypnotize, she does too.

He wants to be able to put together lines that when read, will look like the dark lust in her eyes

How they pierce and reach into him to tug at his heart

He wants his readers to read his words like the way he reads her every reaction 

Constantly, his words are driven by that infatuation

He wants to create a piece of literature as enrapturing as her,

As intimidating as her smug smile,

As heated as her teasing gaze,

As warm as her skin,

As soothing as her voice,

As strong as his love sick craze,

He wants his words to form an allusion in the minds of his readers

So that they would all know, just who his muse is, and yet know they can’t have her.

He managed it, he thinks. 

Sun-Kissed

He had never looked up there
to appreciate that bright ball of warmth
He had never said a thanks in prayer
to the sun that kept away a storm
He had never appreciated the light it brought
for he had never known what he would be, if it were not
He had never focused on the burn of it's love
and thus, never truly knew the sun above.

He had never really seen the sun,
Until he saw it in someone.

She stood high, and his life orbited around her
She was a source of warmth,
one that seemed to him, familiar.
He daily said a thanks in prayer,
For this star so beautiful, so rare.
He appreciated constantly the illumination she brought
without her, a life, he had not.
Her kisses ignited a flame within
His sun, she was all beauty and blazing skin
He was burned by his own desire, his need for love.
When his sun rose for him, he looked above.

He had never really seen the sun,
Until he saw it in someone.

The Love We Could Not Give

Three young girls met one early morn, two years ago today.
Two mourned and cried. One confessed that she lied
They had no more to say
They had let an angel get away

She had slipped through their fingers when they weren't looking
Frail and delicate she slid easily through
They held eachother now for any form of strength
The cracks in their hearts, now frail and new.

To lose a piece of themselves was something unexpected.
To be broken down into pieces thereafter was something they foresaw.
They broke each other and tried not to mend,
Their cold freezing hearts refusing to thaw
They hated the hearts, their own, that had despised a friend

Their mouths were bitter-
A bad taste of guilt and grief.
They weren't the noose that took her
But could just as well be.
They consoled one another
Tried atleast
To be strong and take no blame
She wouldn't ever play that game

They tried to make sense of it
To get into her head from that moment so tough
To see things as she did
When the tide got so engulfing and rough
They couldn't fathom it
And not even for once, would they ever try to let go of her love

They parted then to leave for home
To prepare themselves for the moment of heartbreak
To let go of a friend to the earth she came from
To Sing to the beauty, dressed in a white as pale as her skin
To leave her, set her free, push her up to heaven

It is there that she sought refuge
It is there, that her inherited love, she will win.

Let's Go Digital

In a country whose population largely consists of youth, we are a nation that’s young, passionate and constantly moving ahead. The digital life is catching on faster than expected and today, almost every task that can be done by humans can be achieved digitally too.  Why then should governance be left behind?

E-governance in my opinion can open up windows to a nation that is finding it so hard to breathe. The claustrophobic feeling when it comes to dealing with any government related task can be done away with, if things were made completely digital. Digitalizing government processes could mean quick, efficient, convenient redressal systems for any issue brought up by the citizens.

Our country was brought out of chains to become a democratic republic, one that gives the people the first say. Our government is ‘of the people, by the people, for the people’, thus, what better way to put that into practice, and I mean really implement that, than to involve what the digital age has to offer us.

Imagine our country, throwing all of this banning hype to the backseat for a while, and focusing on this vision of a digital India, a vision that if materialized, could prove revolutionary for a country like ours that has been seen by the world lately as unmoving. If only we could channelize all of this negative energy and throw it into creating an E-governance platform, we wouldn't have to face any of the issues we’re facing today with regards to snail speed redressal, citizen services, information about reforms and policies and the like. Procedures that took ages to get done manually can be taken care of digitally with the help of e-governance.

All it takes is a smart plan to achieve a #DigitalIndia, a plan that empowers people and not solely the governing authorities. With a vision to use innovation in technology, e- governance can have far reaching effects. Power to the people will finally be something the citizens will actually see, be put into action. I believe that if Technology can change our nation, we can become a democratic republic in the truest sense.

An e-governance platform could prove to be a perfect place for the government to collaborate with the people clearly and thus, reach every nook and corner of India that is screaming to be heard. A digital platform could be the answer to rebuilding the face of India, giving our country and it’s governance a completely new look, fresh and modern, and hopefully, it will push elements that hold us back from developing, out of the way.

This vision of a #DigitalIndia needn't have to be just a vision. With the right resources and the right mindset, we could be catapulted into a world of opportunities and soon, become the nation we dream to be. All it takes is an idea, and a passion to make it happen.


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The Heart Wants What It Wants

Women can be loud, and she was as loud as they can get. Literally. Music master, yet noise maker, my best friend and sister from another mister, the one my twin-sister and I fondly call our ‘triplet’ is the woman who has personified ‘optimism’ for me. 

And through this blog, I wish to share with you just how.

She was just like your average neighborhood girl, only, she wasn’t. She was different, in a way that only I would understand. The girl had a heart that ruled stronger than her brain. Her emotions took the reins in hand and pulled and pushed her around until she learned all that she could from love and life by the age of 17. It is this control of her heart over the rest of her that has probably taken her where she is today, and has made her an inspiration in my eyes, a woman of substance, a slave to her heart’s desires and dreams.

Anyone in their right minds would say the heart always has its desires, not all of them are practical. I tell you, if your hearts in the right place, you can make any dream come true. This I’ve learned from my little triplet. She showed me, that ultimately, the heart wants what it wants and when it does, nothing can stop it. Her heart flew her continents away from me 2 years ago, and yet, I am in complete awe of her.

In the two years that she has been away in a new country, a new culture, a new college, a new group of friends, she has seen the struggle that life can be. She’s broken down, and cried, and then picked herself up again because ultimately, the heart wants what it wants. And so she fought. She fought every obstacle that came her way, and is still battling it out on that field to show the world she is more than just 'a girl ruled by her heart'. She is ruled by her need to be more. And that in itself drives her to always look ahead, to #LookUp to the possibilities and to the chances that she can make her dreams come true.

She is no superwoman, but she is a hero in her own novel, a fighter in the rink of life, a violinist composing a symphony one shaky note at a time, a singer who’s words sometimes get caught in her throat, a dancer who’s steps aren't pre-determined. She isn’t perfect, but she’s living one day at a time, and to the greatest of her ability. She’s working hard for her heart and to give it what it wants.

She is who I look up to, because she turned from being the girl who over-procrastinated, never attended most of her classes and never did her homework, to someone who is overly aware of her classes, works a part time job, and sits for hours together, writing and rewriting essays until they’re perfect so as to meet college application deadlines.

She’s no longer that average neighborhood girl anymore. Today, in my eyes, she is a woman who owns her life and every move she makes in it. She is my heart.

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My Friend, In Words

Words have always been my friend. You’d call them a mere medium of expression, but to me they’re much more. When inspiration hits, my brain possibly conjures up 2000 words a minute. And inspiration has a habit of coming to me when I least expect it.

Words are my weapon when I need to stand up, words are my tool when I need to fix something, words are my bridge over troubled waters, words are my only companion when loneliness sets in, words become my friend and enemy when relationships get rough, words are my forte, my love, my bluff.

Words played on my mind and danced around my brain for hours together, nagging me to be let out, to be put down on paper, or expressed out in some way or the other. And voila, my blog was born. I saw a change in me, a change caused through passion; passion for expression and an artsy way of doing it. Writing has become more than a recreational activity for me. My blog has turned into a go-to place for me, when I simply have something to say to no one in particular.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I used to keep these words in, trapped within the confines of my head and never let them out. But there was a time when I decided it’s about time I just say what needed to be said, I no longer cared if anyone was listening. I needed to express myself, and I needed to do it my way. That decision was one that allowed me to #StartANewLife

Today, I’m a creative writer that uses words to express myself in a unique way. I write poetry, and therefore, decorate my words more than necessary. Every piece I write has a story of its own, and every word may not be taken at face value. I am able to convey to my readers several messages through a poem, depending on how they interpret it, and all of this, only because I choose to say what I need to say, irrelevant of whether anyone is listening.

I am a self-proclaimed writer. Words are my strength. Words probably flow faster through my veins than they do through the ink of a pen. And it is my aim to inspire more writers to embrace this passion for words that they sometimes keep to themselves. You may never know when, from the 1000 words that dance around your head per minute, one may be able to touch someone’s life.

Say what you need to say, let your words take over sometimes because they deserve that much, to be free.

#StartANewLife, express yourself, speak your mind,

Write a story or a rhyme,

Now is better than any other time.

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The Best 'Together'

Sometimes it's takes you years and years to properly know a person, to understand them, their personalities, their views, the principles they stand for, their weaknesses and strengths, their likes and dislikes and the whole package. And then there’s sometimes, when all it takes is a month to do the same. I've experienced both these types of friendships, and trust me, the latter one, can amuse you.

In a month’s time, not only have I found a friend who insists she camps out in my heart, (and who may actually just move in there permanently) but also a confidant. In a month’s time we've probably learned more about each other than we expected. And it fascinates me, how you can know so much about a person from their moments of happiness, testimonies and trials in life!

She challenges me every day to be better than I was yesterday. She’s constantly pushing me forward, and she doesn't even know it. She teases and taunts and all in good humor, but it works. It works for me. She’s exactly what my life needed at this point of time in my journey, and I think she’s my one way ticket towards the right destination. With her constant motivation, I've found I’m drowning in an ocean of inspiration.

I've had really close friends before, but none as frank, modest, daring and passionate as her. Time spent with her is like walking around with a novel. I’m glued to her story and to whatever she has to share, and just like the characters of a good novel, I get emotionally invested so easily; I am drawn to learn more from her relationships and loved ones.

Together, our lives have gotten so mixed up in each others that there is nothing we don’t already know about the other. Together, we've built a friendship that’s unbreakable. There have been moments when I've thought to myself 'it’s too good to be true, no friendship built in such a short time can last long', but our togetherness has proven time and again, that this is different. She’s a keeper, of that I’m sure. She is a force to be reckoned with, an angel by my side and something tells me, she’ll stay that way for a long time.

A friendship like this only proves and stands testimony to the fact that there is no hard and fast rule when it comes to finding a true friend. You can never know if someone you only just met today, may tomorrow, be your only shoulder to lean on. Go out of your way, make new friends, build stronger relationships. They will only ever do you good. Togetherness has never harmed anyone.

In a month, #together, we've dug deep into each other’s life, deep enough to never be able to climb back out. And who wants to climb back out anyway? We’re happy where we are, and if anything, we’ll fall deeper, together.


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Breathless

He woke up this morning and looked at her

Traced an invisible line along her jaw, set so perfectly

Her features, relaxed and so natural, so her.

She has no idea he’s watching.

Her expressionless face speaking more to him than ever before

In the resting of her eyes and lips and the calm of her sweet cheeks

He can read a part of her she never shows the world

For it is only times like these when she’s unaware of his thoughts

That he can take a moment to appreciate her instead of the other way around.

The other way around is what she loves to do all the time.

But today she is asleep, and staring at your soul mate can’t be a crime

There was a time in her life when her breath was taken away

Mind you there is no romance in this phrase

Snatched away from her was her source of life

Taken ruthlessly, right before her eyes.

She saw herself slipping, felt her soul sink

Knows what it’s like to be pushed to the brink

She clawed and struggled and held on for help

But the pleas voiced only in her head,

No sound left her lips, no plea, no yelp

Trapped inside herself, she cried

Worried more of her parents grief if she died

She reached out, needing warmth to hold

Fortunately, a hand, there was one,

One for her, who stayed strong and bold

Betrayal like this she’d never known

To be abandoned by your very own

Life. Life that usually ran through her veins

Was suddenly the cause of a destructive pain

Her chest clenched, an ache no romance novel could decorate

This was real, destroying, a test of fate

Like knives that all chose to stab a sweet spot

Her chest ached as it sank and as her breath caught

For all of two seconds her eyes feel upon

That sweet string of beads, the ones she used to pray on

In all that pain and inability to speak

She pictured only her parents, and how they’d hate to see her weak

She vowed to the lady whose face headed the string of beads

She would fight this, whatever it was, even if it was her last deed

For even if it was really time for the heavens to take her above

She wasn’t going to leave without, her parents knowing her love.

He leaned in and kissed her sleeping face

Thankful for the strength and courage she had kept in place

He wishes he’d been there on that nightmare of a day

To hold her hand and say “baby, stay”

He is grateful nevertheless for the heart within her

That continuously shows the world her strength

And then of course there’s that love she gives so freely

The one, to share, she’d go to all lengths.

He can’t help but admire, in her, that fire

The one that ignites a love so true

A spark that touches, a good kind of burn for every life she’s known

A mark that she leaves, of passion un- fathomable and deeply sown

A tear falls from his eye when he thinks he could have lost her

Lost the wonder of her, the queen of his heart

Lost his significant other, his ‘till death do us part’

He didn't realize, but the warmth of his tear

Brought her to the morn, and she shifted near

She said “What is it? what’s got you up so early dear?”

He said “You. You take my breath away all the time I fear”

He leaned in and kissed her lips so sweet

She gave back to him, like always, a breathless kiss to keep.

His heart swelled, a feeling no romance novel could decorate

This was real, awakening, a blessing from fate.

Under His Wings

A tiny little angel, a miracle they were sure
Robbed of a love so sweet and pure
Robbed of a parent at an age so very young
A song of grief, too early was sung
You'd think nothing would be missed
When, by her father's love, she'd never been kissed.
But dont judge this angel before you know
She's a warrior in her own story, a brave heart and more
Like the most of us, life didn't spare her at all
Life tried to bring her down, caused her to fall
Broken wings and a wounded soul, heaven was her call
She fought it, and fought it well, stood strong and tall
For an angel who's had to make her way
Through the lonliest of moments and roughest of days
She turned out to be quite a fine dame
An apple in her mother's eyes, pride to her family's name
She's beautiful, kind and generous with the love she has to give
She's ruling her world, living to let live
She's got the world on a string wrapped tight on her finger
Queen of her own heart. Daughter, friend and singer
She's filled with an energy that outshines the stars
Radiates an aura that fills every acquainted heart
An angel like her, who faced a rough start
Grown up to be, of my life and many more, a significant part.
She thinks he's missed so much of her life
That his absence was a loss more than what Death intended
She doesnt know he's been by her side
He's been the wings that help her fly
For all those times when life weighed her down
He'd sent his grace to shake her ground
To settle the worry and make her strong
To make good her insecurities and right the wrong
She thinks he doesnt know her, if he does he wouldn't be proud
She fails to see the army of angels he's got looking down upon her with him
A loud, applauding crowd
She misses him dearly, of his love she sings
An angel that trods earth, under her father's protective wings

Words That Stay

He is a wreck when the words won't come
He'll walk around like life's being unfair
Like the world is on his shoulder,  and maybe it really is,
He just can't express it, the words won't come
Thoughts rule his mind, running in circles around his brain
Most around his heart,  but they won't turn into words
Stubborn that they are,  they won't convert,
Won't reach his fingertips,
Fingers that rest unmoving atop alphabets.
And if he forces them out,  they laugh at him
Ridicule his stupid choice of vocabulary.
They make fun of him and wound his writer ego
Demanding to be re-written,  or altogether go.

Then one day she waltzed in.

His fingers have been busy eversince.
He writes like there's no tomorrow.
When she's with him words come easy
Words come right when shes on his mind
Words too many running around in his head, 
Filling his veins and messing with his brain
eventually reaching white paper so plain.
He teaches his words about her,
Tells them everything they need to know
He emphasizes on the traits of her
He wants the world to know
He tells his words her secrets,
and makes them vow never to tell
He then uses those words disguised entirely as something else
Her secrets lay laced beneath all those literary devices and rhymes
Meant only for her,  the words grin mischievously
They'll be hers for all of time.

Danger Zone

Theres a huge red sign before me that says
"Stop"
Somewhere between those letters I read "Danger Zone"
There is a heart behind there, one that I know. One that I've come to adore.
I'm being drawn towards it. All control of my feet lost.
My two best friends "Past Rejection" and "Heartache Police" are holding me back. Clawing at my skin to keep me back from walking straight ahead.
I'm struggling to resist their hold on me...
And I don't even understand why. Why I'm being pulled forward.
I know though why I'm being pulled back.
There are voices, voices from all around, telling me in loud sounds
This will only bring me down.
I'm doomed they say,if I go that way.
The heart I long for peeks out from around the sign,
Theres a longing in those eyes, yet a hesitation.
The longing stronger.
They insist it's wronger.
Tears flow and I'm not sure from whose eyes. even if their mine.
"don't" is what I hear,
from a voice that used to be kind.
And immediately their hold on me breaks
The heart's hold on me breaks too.
I fall.
The chains that would do anything to tear me in half one second ago, just suddenly snapped and I was let go, free.
My two best friends stare at me
crumbled to the ground.
I close my eyes,
that heart was the best I had found.

Favorite

You are my treasure
A jackpot worth more than all
More than silver gold, or anything old
You are my prize, standing proud and tall

You are the sound of a sea shell
That echoes the sounds of home
You carry in your heart, a music of love
My ears are keen to know

You are the beauty of a dew drop
Sitting on an idle leaf
When the sun shines through you
You shine for the world to see

You are the sound of the vibes
When fingers strum over strings
Who needs music and lyrics
When you start to sing

You are the look of every angel there probably is
Halo or no halo, you are my every wish
Arms that circle around me to love
Youre a blessing from the heavens above

You are the colors of a rainbow
All seven of them in the sky
When dark clouds move out of the horizon
It's you that brings the smile

You are the sweet smell of victory
A feeling of accomplishment and pride
You make a winner out of one who has nothing
You are her secret refuge to hide

You are the words when this writer can't write
Her inspiration and amuse
No writers block has hit her clock
You've put her words to use

You are as cool as ice against skin
On a hot summers day of May
Whatever the climate may be,
You give me a fever that loves to stay

Your lips are like red velvet
A dessert so rich and wild
I could kill for a kiss from you each day
Be it passionate or mild

You are warm as a blanket on a cold winters night
Wrapped around me like a second skin
You invade my dreams, and heart within

You are a sight for sore eyes

A treat unlike anyone I've seen
A source of music for my heart to sing
All my life, where have you been?

Raindrops and music and rainbows and treasure
None could compare to the miracle of you
You're my favorite thing that I'll love for always
To you I'll be forever true.

His Unsolved Mystery

She'll lift you off the ground 
when the worlds pulling you down
A cloud beneath you, the wind beneath your wings
Her strength remarkable, as beautiful as her melody when she sings

She'll surround and encompass
And fill you with inspiration and really, 
she doesn't even need the universe's conspiration

She's a mystery, a puzzle you can't seem to solve
you hold the pieces in your hand but can't seem to make the perfect picture of them, 
And yet when you try to place them all intro of you, try and push the corners and sides in
This puzzle seems to be a secret you can't ever win

But you will collect every piece of her you can, 
learn every piece by heart
One day you will put it together
Make sense, of why you, she's a part.

Soon you wish to understand 
what exactly was the Lords plan
When He forced her into your hand
And made you fall harder than any man

The mystery of her lies in 'not knowing'
Not knowing what draws you near and keeps you there
What makes you crave her and what makes you care

To break it down and make it clear
Is what I want to achieve
the mystery of her plays on in your head
it's a mystery that's become a part of you, one that will never leave

you wanna know her like the back of your hand
Inside out, you will study her every tone and tan
You want to dig deeper, give every wound a kiss
And somehow make it better, appreciate who she is

You want to know her secrets, the story behind every smile and tear
You want to know the reason for every relationship she holds dear
She looks to you like a miracle, a blessing carved to perfection
Thus she make you curious, she need no change or correction.

But then again there is a part of you that's happy without knowing
happy where you are and happy with where you're going

That part of you has an irrational fear 
That solving the mystery might take her away
So it's that part of you that won't break this down easily and insists she will stay.

The mystery of her is what intrigues you and drives you to love
The mystery of her is pure, beautiful, white as a dove
you wish to decode her in every possible way
To know her wholly and love her more each day.

She is a mystery and you want her to be yours forever 
with every new clue you learn about her 
You'll know and you'll decide what makes her the one
You'll solve the mystery of her, when her heart completely you've won.

A Love that Links

They've been apart before, when Love was young
when the time spent together was just mere fun
when they met by chance and not by choice
when Love was a tiny little strange voice.
now Love is loud and music to the ears
and they meet by choice rather than mere chance
every moment spent together now is a memory imprinted in their hearts
Love is elder and vibrant now, alive and awake,
and time has come now, when they have to separate
not forever though, Love still is
Love will remain a constant in this.
Love will stretch it's arms across the lands
to forever keep the two of them hand in hand
Love will travel back and forth
to be the bond between them, save their rapport
Love will be the link to tie
these two hearts who's fire could never die
Love, their child, will keep them afloat
when an ocean of distance threatens to drown
Love, in it's determined state will help them smile
Love, being someone, who never learned to frown.
Love, will keep the two of them close
when the world puts on their shoulders, all of its woes
Distance will have nothing on them
when Love will fight for them
no matter how far apart they'll be
Love will see it through and the world will see
that nothing in this universe can come between
two hearts that are meant to be.