Remember. 

Remember, I stood next to you. 

Remember, my favourite taste is always going to be you. 

Remember, my best view will always be the one from the terrace.

Remember, I had a thing for the moon. 

Remember, you taught me how to let go of things I was afraid to move on from. 

Remember, you made a corpse a human again. 

Remember, there is always going to be light at the end of the tunnel. 

Remember, I’ll always be by your side. 

Just remember that I existed. 

Remember, the sea will always meet the shore. 

Remember, all the stories I told you when you’re bored. 

Remember, my touch when you feel cold. 

Remember, to sing when you feel alone. 

Remember, to make someone smile when you see them frown.

Remember, it’s a small life. 

Remember, you need to let go.. 

Just remember that I existed.  

Remember me for this moment, just this moment and let that tear fall, look at the star shining bright in the dark sky and know I’ll always always be by your side.  

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What you seek is seeking you.

Let there be light,
Let there be shine,
Let the world know,
that you have grown.

Let them scream,
Let them joke,
Let them be,
you, have to let it be. 

Let them argue,
Let them sleep,
Let them be,
you, have to let it be. 

What you seek is seeking you,
Is what Rumi once said.
But is it true?
Or just another false hope?

Let’s seek our dreams,
Let’s catch those fights that we’ve been dying to get on.
Let’s follow our soul,
Let’s jump in the ocean and feel the salty water,
Let’s climb those mountains and see the city up front,
Let’s leave this monotonous life and become people
that we can’t stop talking about.
Let’s believe Rumi for once, and seek what we want to seek us back!

Welcome home.

Waking up to see his annoying face,
curled up in a white blanket,
looking like a winter night,
took every ounce of me not to kiss him.
I was hooked to a sleeping face,
a face so perfect that I could sleep in the cold of him.

I knew I loved him,
the moment I laid eyes on him.
I knew I would love this person for the longest time.

He opened his eyes slightly, slowly and then all at once.
“Hey, how long have you been up”, he asked.
A long pause and I’m still looking at him,
questioning myself,
how can a human be so in love with another human,
so much that there’s no realization of time. How?

He rolled up to my side, put his arms around me and asked
“Let’s run away today, someplace far away.
Just you and me. Grab your coat and come with me? Will you?” 

I nodded with a yes and buried my ears into the calm of his heartbeat,
It was then I heard my soul whisper,
Welcome home.

love, always

Whispering in your ears,
Stay.

Whispering in your ears,
Take this hand and close yours tightly around it.

Whispering in your ears,
Dance with me, baby,

Whispering in your ears,
Hold me like hope.
Hold me close.

Whispering in your ears,
Let’s run and never come back.

Whispering in your ears,
Just say okay.

Whispering in your ears,
And I will love you, always.

Fear.

What is it that you are afraid of?
Is it the society?
or yourself?

What are you afraid to show?
Is it your skills?
or your face?

What is causing you pain?
Is it an illness?
or your thoughts?

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

It is not the society, it is you.
It is not your skill, it is your face.
It is not an illness, but your thoughts.

Disappointed? you don’t agree? you think I’m lying?

Go, stand in front of the mirror, look at your reflection, you have nurtured it into this.

Look at it, stare it, stare it longer…
What do you see?

You’ll see FEAR.

Fear of being yourself, fear of how you look and fear of what your notions are.

The community, the expertise or any ailment, these are not destroying you,
You are destroying yourself.

Is it worth it?
The fear?
The pain?

I hope you find an answer and I hope it helps you live.

Fading Away…

You’ve started to fade away…
your face, I cannot recall,
your actions I cannot get myself to think about,
your talks, I cannot hear any more.
Your voice has been replaced,
You were here yesterday and now you’ve moved away.

All I needed was another day,
To keep you with me,
To tell you what I feel,
To tell you I need you.

Not long ago, we met,
Not long ago, I fell for you,
Not long ago, you decided to leave,
Not long ago, you forgot to tell.

You’ve started to fade away.

You aren’t here, you’re just not here, anymore.
I don’t want to let go of the memories,
I don’t want to let go of the secrets,
I don’t want to let you go..
But you’re fading away…

Fly.

Let the winds touch your naked soul and whisper;
Let the time stop still for you to have a juncture;
Let the birds dance for you in joy when it rains;
Let the darkness vanish for you to see a new day;

Fly, oh love fly.

Let the boats planing across the water carry you to an unknown destination;
Let the shooting star burn to fulfil your desires;
Let the flower bloom to see you go scarlet;
Let the yearning be strong enough to let go;

Fly, oh love fly.

You aren’t meant to live a mundane life.
You’re meant to fly high.

Close your eyes and wish,
As the clock strikes 11:11
Nothing else…
But to fly.

Fly, oh love fly.

Escape.

Escape from the monotonous life,
Escape and leave everything behind.
Escape to have a love affair with the world,
Escape to find your self-worth.
Escape as far as you can,
Escape as much as you can.

Life is not meant to be lived,
Life is meant to be loved.

The purpose is not supposed to be served,
The purpose is supposed to be earned.

Stop, Think and Act is not always what we seek;
Run, Live and Love is what we perceive.

Don’t try to live your life,
Go ahead and love your life.

You’ll fall. You’ll rise.
You’ll cry. You’ll smile.
You’ll mourn. You’ll celebrate.
You’ll be the worst. You’ll be the best.
You’ll always be more than what you think you are.

You’re weak but strong.
You’re fake but so real.
You’re a failure but also a success.
You’re so much more.

Escape to find the you in you.
Escape to find the love in you for you.
Escape and you’ll know that there’s no better version of you than you.
Escape and fall in love;
Because once gone the time won’t return.

It’s a fast-paced world,
Waiting to leave you behind
So, escape because it’s time you tell your tale.

Let’s Pretend.

Watching you walk into my oh-so-monotonous life out of nowhere was like a ray of sunshine.

“Happy” was suddenly in the air.

You made me forget my worries without even realising it .. by just being there and listening to me while I talked and talked and talked .. I remember asking you do you think I talk too much? Or you talk too less? And you just laughed it off as if it wasn’t a big deal at all.

I love the night, I love the moon and the stars.. they are my only companions when I want to be alone but I gave that part of me to you. A part that not everybody knows… a part which I’ve had refused for the longest time to be shared with anyone but you.

Surprised? Me too. Me too.

What is it about you? What is it?

I’m not sure where will this lead us but until then…

Let’s pretend that it’s been a lifetime of knowing each other.
Let’s pretend that we’ve learnt to fall and grow together.
Let’s pretend that we’re globe trotters.
Let’s pretend to believe in the magic of love.
Let’s pretend.

Voice.

It says you can’t do it.
It says you can.

It says you aren’t loved.
It says you’re loved the most.

It says you’re sad.
It says you’re happy.

It isn’t you.
But, it is.

Mumbling, screaming, crying, laughing or dancing in joy…
Thinking, reading or writing in silence…
Listening to music or humming the same song while you play the strings of your guitar…

It won’t stop.
It never stops.

The faded memory or the unseen future…
The loss of a loved one or the stories that never came true…
The incomplete love story or the search for self-worth…

It won’t stop.
It never stops.

What does “It” want?

To not let us sleep.
To have dreams.

To walk away.
To stay put.

To remind us of the chaotic past.
To build our happily ever after.

To die.
To live.

“It” is the voice, the inner voice.

Until the last falling star☆

“Wishes and hopes are kept in a jar full of dreams. Wishing and hoping that someday what I’ve dreamt will come true. The scrolls in this dream jar will be alive and dance with joy as their mission in my life would be accomplished..”

This was one of the scrolls that she recited while she looked at herself in the mirror.. questioning herself if she should add more scrolls to the jar which was overflowing with folded dreams, the ones which were taking too long to come true.

“I don’t understand, I have been writing my dreams ever since I was 10. Praying for them to live. What am i doing wrong? Who’s at fault? How am I supposed to believe in the power of God? How am I supposed to believe in magic when my world is falling apart because none of these are coming true. What am i supposed to do?”

She cursed herself, the world and cried to sleep.

“You are the God. You are the Dream. You are the Magic. You are the Wish. You are the Hope. You have to Believe.”

A voice spoke, ‘Don’t be afraid.. good things take time. Just be a hero, your own hero and fight.

Fight for those dreams to come alive, fight to see the light. Don’t give up, it’s just a bad night.”

She woke up in the middle of the night, looked at the moon outside her window and smiled.

“I know it was you, it has always been you. Guiding me through.. watching over me with your shine.. i know you aren’t at fault .. I’ll believe you until the last falling star.” xx

Declutter

Running every day from one corner to other.. to fulfil dreams, to make a living, to have a house, to make our parents proud or just to survive.

School, College, Job, Marriage, Family every chapter we open in the book of our lives has a way to make us a mess. A mess that we try to ignore by partying, drinking, or taking off to someplace for a weekend.. but are our lives really that easy to disregard?

People will tell you “Work now, it will pay off later”. My question here is what if there is no later? What if whatever I’m doing right now is surviving in hope of living someday but what if I don’t get to?
We fight the world, everyday, every minute but why are we fighting each other? Why are we throwing ourselves in pits when we don’t even know how to climb back up?
This world, oh boy this world is a nasty place.. it will make you go to a level where you never thought you would go and then laugh at you. Not sure if I would call that being mean or trying to teach a lesson because all I see is how cruel the world is.
But we all have to let it pass. We don’t have to be a mess, just surviving on hope that someday is going to be our day.. because that someday might not end up coming.
My advice?
Declutter, live.
Not tomorrow, not next month but today, at this very moment, start. Take a deep breath and start.
Start to Declutter.
You might start living.