We have realized..

In mending someone's heart, at times you break yours
And then while collecting the broken pieces, you break some more
In supporting someone's cause, at time you lose yours
And then while revolting against the sea, you lose some more

In handling someone's life, at times you betray yours
And then while defending yourself, you betray some more

In building someone's dream, at times you reflect yours
And while reflecting in the shattered ones, you dream some more

In being someone's shadow, at times you neglect yours
And then while you're trying to find your own, you neglect some more

An old post that you and I wrote long ago..

these stains..

When the sun shines bright!
They merge in the highlight on my skin.
They try to hide, they think they blend in.
These stains...
When the sun goes down!
In the shadows they mask.
In the high contrast they camouflage.
These stains...

long awaited thanks..

Appreciation as a blogger is very encouraging
Thanks for nominating me for "The Versatile Blogger award" Purvi ( ) 
And I love how you described it.. (^_^)
"A truly bizarre blog waiting to be discovered!"
No description could be better than this!

And sorry for noticing this very very late.   


Here are the rules for the Versatile Blogger Award :

1. Nominate 10-15 fellow bloggers 2. Inform the bloggers of their nomination3. Share 7 random things about yourself4. Thank the blogger who nominated you5. Add the Versatile Blogger Award Pic on your blog post.

Random things about myself :
Sly scurrilous eloquence berried in a pithy sham quiescence.
Aloof i veer in tranquil, like a pert woebegone Veteran... 
(Exaggeration was intended, but I'm there somewhere)
The Bloggers I nominate are : 

‎"Things didn't go the way they were planned."

I would write it that way cuz it sounds good.
But the truth is.. There was no plan as such..

Despite that I saw something shatter into pieces.

How could I if nothing absolute ever existed,
but I 
wouldn't deny something did in the
blur of my 
Although its obsolete now.

Which means there was something.. 
Lost in the difference between these two words, 
absolute and obsolete.

Slight difference in the spelling but a vast 
difference in the meaning. Which was lost
in denial. And it was in that moment of blur 
that I lost you.

And I could only distinguish that after the loss!
When I learnt the meanings of those words
I realized

what could be absolute was completely obsolete now.

I learn how much I love you.. more and more,
every time I describe what I lost.

BUT, When friends ask me to speak up, I say...
Things just didn't go the way they were planned.

monsoon never left, nor did hope

You are the prism that refracted me and split me into multiple reflections. I was not aware if it was even possible considering me being the ray of light which is an irony in itself. I scattered to explore my being, to acknowledge my existence, to believe the different possibilities i was capable enough to stretch to. Prism now seemed more like a diamond because, what it had given me was precious. It took the restrained and captivated me and hung me on the third bar. I felt like a kite flying high and the limitless sky started to seem as my territory. But true that it is be it bitter good things rarely last long. Its the same phenomenon as the change of seasons, its probably mandatory at least that is what I tell myself. But the twist in my story was that monsoon had never left, it was just one of days when sky clears out and everything starts to seem fresher and newer, yes it was like one of those days and I realized you were neither the prism nor the diamond, you were merely a drop amongst millions of other drops, and us meeting was just a coincidence I try to tell myself cuz the speed at which i was falling and the speed at which you were falling were way too different but it was fateful that we met, otherwise I would have never known that i was capable of emitting not just colors but a raibow that spreads all over the sky. I still remember your philosophy of love, you said love is momentary, well so was the day and hence the rainbow and i couldn't help but believe this to be LOVE. So, again I got summoned in gloom cuz the feeling of being capable of something so beautiful all thanks to you was so strong that I could never let go of it. That day after you left it rained heavily and many more days after that and the monsoon remained just as hope did of another such day when the sky would clear and I would meet some other drop just like you, that would refract me again. If you wondered why not the same drop then the reason is cuz I know I wont meet the same drop again but it will always remain as one of the best descriptions of my life. 
I live in the hope of another such experience, even though i will have to struggle to feel the same but i have to keep hoping cuz If this hope dies i will have nothing left worth living for any more.

Solitary Retreat

What people follow from my writings is that I write about you, But that is just how i mask it, there is more to what i write, there is more that i just hide, and  the truth is that people have nothing to do with my writings, only you do cuz they are written to you. I write to you and let it fly like a wish from the eyelash hoping that it reaches you, but don't want you to find me or see the look on your face while you are reading it so i disappear in the crowd, its I who has been hiding and still continue to hide. And i will continue to keep hiding till you find me cuz i long for that.
And there are even times when i write and don't let my words fly still i want you to know, but i know its just not possible, so i store it in my solitary retreat, the only place i can vent from time to time. Its my secret hiding place, which i long for you to find.

"a question unaswered"

a conversation between me and my friend which happened to rhyme....courtesy Deepmala Dutta
Me - what should one do NOW if questions like - "is this what i want to do?' arise.. I get startled

Friend - stop thinking.... you are a anything you a plane or paper bag doesn't matter

Me - its a little different this time.

Friend - as in?

Me - maybe i hae crossed the line.

Friend - is it that you dnt want to design?.. become an engineer?

Me - :\ don't ask!

Friend - asking...

Me - i see something shining from the corner of my eye,
i dont wish to keep looking behind,
strings attached tied to the ground,
i want to fly, way up there i could scream my heart out,
and still there wont be any sound.

Friend - poet?

Me - i wont say!
its been in grave,
but sometimes
dead rise to haunt,
that is what it is.

Friend - say naa..
"The question remains unanswered  and it still continues to haunt"