Live.Laugh.Love.

So, this is what the lover would do when his love is with him. Cheers to those sparks and the electricity.

When a lover promises, worlds may end, but love never dies. Hope you like this one! "Withering in all Ifs, Buts and Maybes, I miss you. And I love you. Still."

Go far away, ye forsaken hours, Nor do I need thy cares, o world, Sun and season, set me free, I have frolic love in my midst, and that's enough for the whilst. All over and around in my voyage, Have I countered a hundred maidens But ye, on knowing, I rest my feet. Charming to folks, bathed in moon, yet thou are robed with eternal grace. Weaving tales, thine eyes enchant me And voice, fairer than countless fairies, My heart arrests at thy furtive glances. I speak true, that from thereafter, I have become ye, in thought and soul.

I lie upon the sands, by the pale blue sea. Idle thoughts whisper of life, years and death. Is that a mystic voice or a ghost in my mind, Or is it the pale blue sea that murmurs in my heart?

Silent dreams and a sea of fireflies, tread beneath the aubergine skies, Silhouette cast from elder trees they shroud the charcoal streams, Saffron cuts into the hills abreast like ignited tides of passioned crime, Showering paths with glee, and hope and rays of possibility that's the dawn.

I keep looking in the night stars I long something from morning rays I go shouting at the afternoon winds And I stop at twilight's fall Deep and then deeper blue the sky I keep looking at her, loving, As time becomes sedate and pearl Somewhere an old piano plays, adorns the air with beautiful notes She's dainty, impassioned and embracing all at once, with unforgettable flair All I wish is to stop time, for more I live to the next day when twilight falls and the old piano plays, yet again...

"Why won't you love me," I said, "I am the Sheriff, I save this village from goons. I let your little bastards grow up and become able workers in the county! I look at your filthy ladies with all the respect I can muster! Why won't you love me, then?" "Dear Sir," the headmaster put up a conniving smile and answered, "You take us in care which is good but that's all you do! Unlike the old man over there. Treating every visitor from his barrels some good ol' malt! Spreading love and good knowledge of the 21st century among those little bastards you despise! Helping ladies burn their midnight lamps and learn knitting, or nursing or some useful chore!" He said, "That old man you disrespect so much has a big heart," and then he asked, "Do you have a big heart, sir?" I was appalled at the extent this man looked up to the old man. "That man has wasted his good age in serving unworthy fellows like you, but I....

“Who builds a big house with such a small door that’s hidden behind a vine?” Said Anushka to her friend, her business-cum-travel partner. Their cycle trip had been broken short by sudden rains. Having business matters to discuss, they had hitched their bikes, walked up to the house and sat on the porch to talk. They talked of their business affairs until it grew almost dark. The evening was oppressively warm, the air stagnant. About seventy miles from Delhi, on the road leading to Alwar, stood an old house that was last occupied by a family named Parihar . Since more than a hundred years no one has lived in it, nor is anyone likely to live in it again. Time and the negligence of persons dwelling around have converted it into a rather picturesque ruin. Unacquainted with history, any tourist would put it into the category of "haunted houses,” Its windows are without glass, its doorways without doors and there are wide cracks in the ceiling. But these signs of the supernatur...

Thou art grown to something more Of all women, fairest to behold, Because 'tis the night you're born Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Or the stony skies of wintry nights, Thou art more lovely and more temperate Like red glow of gold beside grey silver, Or the enchanting lavender in the moors So I wish for you all of heaven's grace God's praise, unmatched beauty and solace!

I am here to make the best of friends! There are a lot of good-intentioned as well as misled conceptions about me in my whole circle. I am different, the way I think, act and respond. There's a lot of persons I want to answer to and this is just the platform for me! So here you go! 'Me' unplugged. I am rather calm in my behavior. I am a dreamer as well. My imagination often results in over-the-top expectations! Don't expect too much discipline and daredevilry from me as I prefer quality talks and evening walks to dancing and partying. I can bet that my wisdom and generosity is what you'll look up to in every situation. I am earthy, a very loyal friend, with a good rational thinking and great understanding. Sometimes you may feel, to you, I am too reserved in nature. This is because I often build a wall around me. So, breaking that wall would be tad difficult for you. There are times when I prefer solitude. In that case, it'd be better if I am left alone. I have...

So here's a post after a long time. My literary capabilities have receded greatly, thanks to some pressure writing in marketing and company blogs. Anyways, here's a short, silly and sweet ballad for you all. Read it with love!                             Don't you see the sun that keeps shining? The cool moon, every day, reciprocating? Don't you see the sea pushing to the shores? Or lovely printed red on Valentine stores? Don't you see the stars shining on the sky? Or pleasant rains showering from up high? Don't you know they do it for a reason? That to live, laugh and love, its the season! Don't wake up and go about doing the same, Don't cheat you, in living upto the name! Go out, let your heart do the beating! Pick any moment and just start singing! Don't refuse at love and slowly walk away. Love's limited - you won't get another way!

Let's just go somewhere, Where the dreams are free, Where the blind can see, Where we can smell the rain, Where love's the only chain, Where wishes don't go in vain, With the shoulders to lean on, We got a reason to live on, Where you talk in stupidity, And you laugh with fluidity, Where smiles are warm, Where words don't harm, Where hearts have desire, And we live off the wire, Where its us that counts, And only true joy mounts, Where stones have feelings, There's life and no meanings.

If Life had more than its fairer share, I could for you even more care, If Chance had seen an even greater sway, We could live in our own way, If Love had seen a light's ray, I could love you for ever and one more day, If God had so much a few times to spare, He could look and be awed by a friendship so rare.

I am not going to lean back much on how "Tradition" started. As far as I understand, the beginning of Tradition were Language, and Power. These are two different things, with only one similarity - the inherent desire to express. Then words like "Faith", "Love", "God", and "Culture" were introduced for the simplicity, or, as I put it, for instilling an utter delirium in the minds of the masses so that wicked persons got to rule easily. Yeah, Traditions, Culture, Ideals - all of these were built on bloody layers of history. Any tradition is a system of learned and shared meanings. People learn and share things over the course of generations, and so we say this clan has such tradition. Now that we are back to the 21st century, ask yourself - Is there such thing as #ModernTradition? Everyone takes what he deems suitable to his lifestyle. And then coins it his tradition. And his generations follow. People have this habit of sucking up to ...

Sometimes dire thoughts plague the mind. In such a fit of sheer loneliness and poetic dis-harmony I spun this one out. Do bear with bad lines if any. You are better than me, I thought me saying, And went out to find you, with no need of stopping. As far as life takes, round the earth’s each corner. To every land that bred the brave, sooner or later. As sun and moon and wind and trees and birds and Nature will share my road, with them will I find you. Are you hiding somewhere, and don't want be found? Hide till I get there, cos the world still goes round. Several bonds that you wore have landed you here I'll take them off, un-bond you, since now I care. They say me and you, are apparently all the same But different is your heart, far more lively and game. So come out, from the edges, the depths and crevices Embrace yourself, and look how the shadow vanishes.

Thud! I woke up because of the noise from the back yard. I yawned, stretched my arms, and shuffled towards the back window. As I paced by my kitchen, I took a glance at the clock. 1:00 in the dead of the night. I need to stop being afraid. As I continued towards the window, I saw a shooting star out in the sky. But it was getting larger! It got so large that, Oh, it was a meteor! A meteor! I followed the meteor’s trajectory as it came plummeting from the atmosphere. It landed so incredibly close I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see it! A thick, black smoke bloomed from the crater, almost suffocating me with a terrible stench. I gradually inched closer. Small tongues of flame licked the pale air, stinking as they reached my nostrils. The smell worsened as I approached. I tried to hold my breath, but when I finally reached my destination, I gasped in horror. It wasn’t a rock that fell from the sky, but eh.. a body. A strange body, only two arms near its neck and another pair, ...

I look up at the stars in the sky, and think, My life is not that big after all. I look up at the sun in the sky, and think, My life is not at all bright, after all. I look afar at the green hillocks, and think, My life isn't all beautiful, after all. I look into the raining clouds, and think, My life doesn't rain happiness, after all. But then I think of you, and those countless memories, and I know that my life is the biggest it could be. I look at your eyes, and shimmering love in it, and I know that my life is the brightest it could be. I look at you smiling, blowing trifling matters away, and I know my life is the most beautiful it could be. I look at you, throwing those attractive glances at me, and I know that with you, I am the happiest I could be.

There was a fine cover of heat outside. Every little crust of snow that was left, on the road-sides, by the tree-trunks, and the roof-top - was slowly melting away. People were beginning to move. The whistle of the intermittent train was largely involved in forming a melody with the hustle and bustle on the backdrop. The sun was beginning to break through the rest of the snow-cover. The old house wore a beaten-down look, laden with aged moss on the eroded walls, a few ferns bursting out of the cracks and damp surfaces here and there. But it would see some fight back, now that the sun was finally there. After some dark days and chilling weather, Shimla was lazily waking back to life. Winter was finally over. Inside the woodden house was damp, dark and dusty from unuse. The closed cupboards reeked of mothballs, a smell that was slowly turned to stink, the rotting wood peeled out of its polished surface, the cracks bulged in places and most corners looking like a failed battle with th...

Is it all over? As I look up at the sky from the terrace of my apartment, I see white clouds dotting the entire sky. It was the same when I saw, as I entered the last class before exams in the sixth semester of engineering. It was the same when both of us drove out of town and lay down on the stones near a mine. The evil sky wore the same look as I set my foot on Delhi’s soil. It was the same when we had our first getaway out of Delhi. It was the same when I came to Pune, for her. And it’s the same sky now. Laughing at me, mocking at me, annoying me with those white clouds. Why isn't the sky plain and simple? Why isn't Life smooth and endless? Then I looked down at the street. Dotted sparsely with random people. Who would never care of me, I thought. No one ever would. Who am I, after all? I gave it a final look. A Life, that would be taken, at last. A boy, who has a mind as constant as the Humming bird, and a heart as peaceful as Mount Etna. A girl who has been raised on the...

What is it about some fantasies that have kept us in awe for so long? Why are we so inquisitive about movies like the Twilight series, the Ghost rider series, or even the retro Americanized versions? What is it? The answer is simple. Power. Power to make things happen, power to burn, power to kill. That's what makes them different. From the humans. And how much we wish that at least one ounce of that power lie inside us somewhere. How happy and how much better off we would've been with that one ounce of power, we think. Well, for me, the devil-may-care attitude that I had, boy, a mere thought of that aroused a big hope in me of power. I wished fantasies could be so true. Well, till that day, or the night in the train. To Pune. Train coupes have always bored me to death. For a lad who's not game to gossip and socialization, who likes to lead a lone life- of travel and discoveries; what can he do! I came out- to the passage between two bogies, opened one of the doors- and st...