And Above All.. I Miss.. YOU

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I have been trying to fill the void,
Since the time we had to part ways.
I tried to submerge myself in work,
Listen to songs imagining you in those lyrics,
And pretend to be happy by laughing out loud.

But the time comes when I realize,
These are all temporary ways to escape.
I can try everything to convince myself,
That everything is fine and this is life,
This happens, and there’s no big deal about it.

But let me tell you the truth,
I’m not able to fill the void,
I must not try to find an alternate escape,
It’s meaningless and it’s driving me insane,
The restlessness is rising constantly.

I’m trying to act mature, like a grown up kid,
I can’t do it anymore. I’m still a kid, it seems,
So the only way to deal with this,
Accept the fact that you are irreplaceable in my life,
The bond we shared is irreplaceable.

I just want to stop pretending and embrace the feeling.
We feel what we feel, we are humans,
No one is perfect and that’s the beauty of it,
And there is nothing wrong about it.
So, yes, I think of you all the time.

I cry when I think of all those moments,
when we laughed wholeheartedly.
I smile when I think of those times,
When we opened our hearts out,
And tried to understand each other rather than judging.

The crazy fact,
I miss everything.
And above all, I miss you.
I wish the destiny would intervene,
And set everything right again.


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We Believe In Same Thing, Simplicity.

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‘Hello, you are Gauri, right?’

‘Yes.’

‘I need your two minutes. You know, we believe in same thing, simplicity. So I’m going to keep it simple. A lot of guys in my office are talking about you. She is cute, she is cute. Yes, you are cute. Then I checked your Facebook profile. I found that you are passionate about belly dancing. And it intrigued me. I like people who are passionate about something. I’m a writer. I work as a writer here. I also love to write poetry, short stories, shayri, and reading books. So I was saying, I would definitely like to get to know you better. Tell me if it is possible.’

‘Sorry, I’m afraid it’s not. I can’t give you my time.’

‘Cool. Nice to talk to you.’

‘Same here.’

As she turned away, I called her. ‘One more thing. I admire your dance teacher, Aliza. She is an inspirational woman. Tell her a random guy said that.’

I turned around and she called me. ‘You’re wrong.’

‘About what?’ I said.

‘About one thing in common. We have two things in common. I also think she is an inspirational woman.’

‘Yeah, of course.’

‘And I’ll tell her my friend said that.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘But don’t tell her I stalked her on Facebook too.’

‘I will, if you don’t accept my friend request by today.’

The crazy fact is, simplicity posses enormous power, but beliefs posses power to make impossible possible.


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मुझे पता है…

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मुझे पता है,
आपको सब पता है, पर बताते नहीं हो,
सब महसूस होता है, पर जताते नहीं हो,

मुझे पता है,
आप सब समझते हुए भी नासमझ रहते हो,
सबके साथ मौजूद रेहकर भी खोये खोये रहते हो,

मुझे पता है,
आप सब सुनकर भी अनसुना करते हो,
सब जानकर भी नज़रअंदाज़ करते हो,

मुझे पता है,
आपको दर्द भी होता है, रोना भी आता है,
और ये सब कुछ,
उस हँसी के पीछे छुपाना भी आता है।


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I’m Afraid To Be Happy

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I’m afraid to be happy,
Whenever I get happy,
Some strange sensations,
Frightening thoughts,
Run through my mind.

Is this really happening?
I wonder,
If it’s happening,
Is it happening with me?
I’m not able to believe.

Even if I try to believe,
I want to make sure,
That this is not a conspiracy,
Of a destiny to prepare me,
For a blow-off that may follow.

The crazy fact,
Because whenever I felt happy,
The next moment followed,
With a blow,
Some of them were unbearable.
I only wish,
Happiness stays for long this time.


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I Compare Myself With Others

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I compare myself with others.
I feel jealousy, envy,
And sometimes self-pity.

No matter how much I try to avoid,
These thoughts, these feelings,
They appear into my mind.

Then I try to convince myself,
About my situation being different,
To make myself feel better.

And various reasoning and logic,
All feel good stuff I read,
But in the end, I fail to convince myself.

I think I can have,
What those people have,
Live the way, they are living.

I think I might have been in their shoes,
In their position,
If I was doing things differently.

I forget, every person has his own path,
A different and unique role to play,
His own destiny to fulfill.

Then I look back and realize,
Whatever I am at this moment,
Whoever I am at this moment.

It is due to whatever I have done,
Whatever I have gone through,
And whatever steps I have taken.

If I were in their shoes,
I would have not been where I am,
I would have not been who I am.

And the crazy fact,
I embrace myself as the way I am,
Wherever I am,
And whatever I am.


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All I Needed To Do 

Seeking validation.
Demanding approval.
Hardwired brain.

Compromising ethics.
Diminishing happiness.
Anguished cry.

The crazy fact,
All I needed to do was,
Be myself.

Crazy Tale Of A King and Queen

‘Customer is king and kings never bargain’ was the first thing I noticed written on a board as we entered the store. We went for shopping today at Rasta Peth, Pune. This is going to be interesting, I thought. My brother was looking for a pair of jeans. Me and mother were helping him. I was just standing over there, pretending to help. A couple with their two kids, a girl of nine and a boy of five entered. Another guy, aged twenty something, seemed like a brother of a woman, accompanied them. They were in the store for buying a shirt for that guy. A salesman joined them.

Little siblings started running around, making noises, and their father asking them to behave themselves. Their mother was busy with her brother in choosing a good shirt. Kids refused to behave decently. So the father gave his phone to play games. Both of the kids sat on staircase. The girl was playing game and the boy was looking into phone. Then the father engaged into helping them choosing.

The guy tried two or three shirts, chose one, and her sister asked the shopkeeper for price. The shopkeeper offered 10 percent discount and refused to reduce price more than than. They were disappointed and didn’t buy anything. Store manager tried to convince them on their way out that the price was fair, but they didn’t listen and rushed out of the store. We were busy in choosing a pair of jeans. And a chattering noise came after few seconds. It was from the staircase. The kids were still there, engrossed in a game. It was almost 30 seconds since their parents left. We all were startled. One of the salesmen informed them that their parents had left. They were so engrossed, they didn’t respond. The parents hadn’t returned yet for their kids.

The salesman raised his voice to get their attention. The kids realized their parents had left. They descended staircase hurriedly and rushed out. Our eyebrows were raised and jaws dropped when we listened what the store manager said, ‘I hope their parents wouldn’t return if they loose them and blame us for not keeping an eye on them.’