Change – RIVVRS

I love her.
She loves me. 
We are enough.
That's all I know!

Jome – Snow

Thoughts.

‘Tars, Tears and Happiness change us.”

In other respect, as eloquently professed by René Descartes (1596–1650),"Cogito ergo sum" which translates to 'I think, therefore I am.'

Thence, we are the stars made of thoughts.

Perfect – Ed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3dwG8GRPhM

I vividly remember our late night conversations.

I would slowly take her in, inside my dream. And she’d know I had lost her to sleep. She happily forgave.

Prerana — a beautiful girl with a heart of liquid gold, the one who also wore a contagious, melting smile under her nose. A gifted Master-chef and certainly the one of a kind who always showed up like warmth radiating through the first winter sun.

Hands on the heart.

Dear Prerana,
I am utterly grateful that our path crossed, that I had an opportunity to know you, to understand you in an uncompromised wholeness.

Little words they seem but you’re the best person I’ve befriended and happily allowed myself to be openly open with, open about.

You have done so much for me, haven’t you? Helped me in infinite ways I know I cannot repay; taught me life lessons only you could’ve sowed, did deeds only you cared enough to owe on me and all of them in the most selfless manner I can imagine. You were my guardian angel during all my worst days, and the happiest soul in few excellent ones too. You’ve seen me in tears and you’ve seen me at my best. You’ve seen me broke and you’ve seen me grow.

And maybe because it is in your name ‘PRERANA’ that I already find all the examples of genuine, unadulterated emotions crystallized, cleared and absorbed within you. Your silver soul will forever shine on me I promise.

A quarter century of my life have passed but I have never met anyone like you. To me, you are the only one of your kind. To me, you are … special.

And because of you, your imminent, unspoken, silent and strong gravitational pull of sweet goodness you had (and will forever have) on me; your silky qualities of the past and hopefully in the future too, that I still selfishly long for your lavish company when empty.

Once again, thank you from the bottom corner of my heart for always being there for me.

Always Smile ae’

Unhinged – Cinders

I saw her photograph with some other guy.

And once again — her feathery words, the elephantine memories she had abandoned flashed blind.

Her message was loud and speaking. The delivery reached right where she intended.
She won. You won.

And once again — I would close my eyes and thank her with all the best intentions in mind,

thank her with all my heart for letting me go.

You saved me.

My October breakup.

Didn’t Alfred Lord Tennyson Quote, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Know Me Well – Roo Panes

Only when I was in the 10th grade, I found out, I loved writing during my vacant hours.

And only since then, pen and the paper secretly became my permanent favorite paraphernalia.

I sure remember writing on a variety of different random things.

I use to write about my experiences, feelings.

I also wrote about dogs and food cuisine and about people,

en masse I wrote just about anything and everything I would find ringing to me in those particular instances.

Short lines. Long paragraphs. One liner.

Next thing I remember  — is showing my draft works to our the then English teacher at school, Mr. Giri.

I remember politely requesting him for his second opinion, and suggestion and recommendations over my newly found hobby spree.

However, more than anything, I will never forget that one flitting moment of my life, the time when he said: 

In his own words – “Don’t give up writing? Doesn’t matter even if it is not perfect. And should it least matter what you end up doing for your future career but keep writing, keep learning.”

And just today, as I relive those fleeting recollections once again whence looking at these tiny, precious white notebooks of my past.

Nostalgic bygone imperfection lingers around.

The same Imperfection that I still — smilingly endure.

Nothing Gonna Change My Love For You – George Benson

Sometimes I'd think of him,

like the trees think of their falling leaves.

Sometimes he sneaks into my dream,

Where I helplessly sway away with him, tickled pink, whole, happy and overjoyed.

But once again, he runs away as if unattended like a hard-hearted bandit.

Leaving -- the lasting fragrance of one long sapphire night passing.

Not About Angels – Birdy (The Fault in Our Stars Theme)

It hurts her right in the feels because she thinks, he is not thinking about her anymore.

It crushes him to the bones whenever she crosses his mind, whenever he has a dream of her but would never speak a word. Afraid.

Both standing on a balanced tragedy.

Both strong, both rugged, both inside a box that does not even exist.

Their beautiful, beautiful heart like a Blackhole – a flawlessly flawed singularity.

No one knows what’s inside. No one knows what’s the truth.

Perhaps, no one knows nothing.Neither him nor her. No one.

For You – Gavin James

The story of a burning candle.
The song of a blowing wind.
The friendship of a flowing river.
The happiness of a falling rain.

Best of Me – Secret Nation

You will shine despite the clouds don’t permit.

You will live knowing death is dying to meet you.

You came to this world Screaming, sure.

You have been through a lot, you for sure Matter.

This world you are given is amazing.

And you must know that you are free to paint whatever the color you desire in this messed up canvas — until the day you are no more but a dust.

You are more than what everyone will tell you and think of you.

My staggering dynamite.

 - She taught me all this