Iktara – Wake Up Sid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5CLyWLjmLY

I was never ready for all that happened.

I am just learning as things occur.

Kho Gaye Hum Kahan – Jasleen R, Prateek Kuhad

As rain drops hit the window pane while music played gently in the background; I remembered cuddling with you.

When I noticed newlyweds having their photo op together; I remembered our first kiss, our first walk together.

You were my star crush, you left me for the stars.

You are still my most sacred story I will keep celebrating every single day of forever!

I promise.

Tum Jab Paas – Prateek Kuhad

These lovely people.

Grand ma’ demands, “Where is your .. hmm..?”

Mum tells me, “Go find someone or I’ll do the searching…”

Dad reinforces.

Friends ask, “In love with someone?”

Brother pokes,“Why are you single?”

Sister roasts, “What happened with your last relationship?”

Entangled my life and you wouldn’t know — now for a short period of time, let me learn, unlearn and relearn to love myself first.

Let me learn, unlearn and relearn to love myself first.

Enjoy my and only mine aloof, pristine, benign solace.

Love can wait for a spell ...🐦🐦🐦🐦

Dil BeParvah – The Dewarists

Take me inside your heart, tell me your story. I want to see what makes you so beautiful.

Hold my hands for I have only lost my way to you,... not the will.

I will walk continents, travel the oceans for nothing more but a glimpse of you, to know if you are okay.

I hear your whispers in soft murmur of the wind that blows through my cheeks.

I feel your presence in the blood that runs through and through me.

And I wear you like you’re my favorite shirt every day.

I love you like you are my favorite songs all the way.

Mr.Roger de Rabutin de Bussy writes,“Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great.”

Long Distance is not a detriment but truly an imperial affliction.

🙂 🙂

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.