You're the moon, the one who is loved by all Let me be that star near you, bright yet small Both of us, always nearby, yet not together Far away from each other, yet appear so close
Though I like my father more for his transparent personality and better ideas or decisions, I love my mother for her management skills and support she lends to everyone.
If you think you were right and your intentions were right, you should speak for yourself and prove it.
May be, dreams are our experience, insecurity, imagination and creativity blended in a definite proportion, and this proportion changes from person to person. Hence, people with similar experiences and insecurities experience different things.
We think and assume that many wont love us and nobody needs us. This is a mirage. But in fact, we are blind, because it’s dark. It needs just the effort to open our eyes and see the real things, than this mirage.
Bombay has none of the imperium of Delhi, the self-conscious stasis of Calcutta or the provincial self-satisfaction of Madras.
After the rain of events, the droplets of memories were remained and the sun rays of hope were emerging from the horizon. The day appeared promising and pleasant. The painful darkness became the past. It was done and dusted, or to be precise, it was forgotten.
Selfless love however is a misnomer. If love were truly selfless we wouldn’t let our loved ones go because we believe in their betterment, by typically assuming their agency coupled with our reluctance of handling the fallout of being together.
We'd already met many a time before and when you know someone for long enough, you tend to believe that you have it all figured out.
Despite the guns that be pointed to my beating heart I shall admit without a blink That my heart beats not for the country But its essence. Ever seen the sewn swings Over the finely strong branches of banyan trees? That's where my heart plays, Beyond the borders of rich and poor, Beyond the urban... Continue Reading →