Life as it comes..

Oh! the aroma of coffee bringing memories of a sweet intoxicating love a love that started with promises of tasting like a mocha but ended up leaving the taste of an espresso So, while I worry if my heart will recover my tastebuds seem to be at a higher risk Sharing our love towards sipping coffee I didn't realize time fly by A quick turn of events - you had finished savouring the sweet coffee And I am now reduced to a bitter residue.

This week I finally watched "The Waiting". Although I am ashamed that I took almost three years to watch a movie that I was waiting to watch right from the time I read about its concept on paper, I am happy I finally did. The movie stars two of my all-time favorites - Naseeruddin Shah and Rajat Kapoor along with Kalki Koechlin who inspires me with the simplest fact that she is much more than a fair skinned pretty lady. In this movie, she has turned lyricist for the beautiful song named 'Waiting for you'. The movie is about how two characters meet in a hospital environment and bond while waiting for their loved ones to get better. You get to see how powerful hope is, when that is all you get to have by your side. Oh! that is not the only thing obviously, you do have the fake promises of a doctor, shallow reassurances of a friend and a hesitant insurer with you whenever you don't want them. But the one thing that kept lingering on my mind even after the movie, wa

What if home is not a place nor a person? What if it is the scent of a perfume that is no longer produced but still resides on your skin? What if it is just a feeling? A feeling that you unnecessarily associate with material things outside of you while it is trying hard to retain it's sanctum within you. What if you always knew this and chose denial instead? How do you feel now? safe or homeless?

What does the colour grey mean to you? Do you associate it with happy moods or sad moods? Or are you like me? Where grey clouds make you feel gloomy and grey t-shirts are happiness. This post isn't about grey as much as it is about the duality it stands for, in my life. I've always believed sadness is beautiful too. I have my own reasons for that apart from the much-accepted fact that we would never come to appreciate happiness if we didn't know the taste of sadness. I wouldn't get into the entire list now but would talk to you about one of the things from it - writing. I took to writing when I was sad. Even to this day, I write when I feel low. Now you understand why a lot of my writings have a sad tone to it. But, do I regret it? Hell no! Writing to me has been like that friend who figures out that you may be feeling low and shows up with a tub of chocolate ice cream and a warm hug. It comes knocking when I feel knocked out myself and pulls me out of the shit hole

You never fail to notice me, do you? but it takes some amount of madness to feel like you want me. Yes, I may seem a little complicated unkempt, always a little out of place my thoughts are like me flowing wildly in circular waves don't be mad at me when you cant untangle me, I'm just a simpleton appearing esoteric don't try to straighten me, because then, although beautiful, I would be reduced to an altered truth don't try to tame me by pulling me back to a knot, leave me free and I'll sit majestically on your shoulder ...willingly.

Don't burden me Don't overload me Stop closing all windows It's so suffocating in here Can you please let that man go out? I can't contain him anymore And honestly, he's been waiting by the door for long now, Don't stress anymore on right or wrong Can you please forgive her? I've already turned indifferent towards her,  Can you try and forgive you?  C'mmon you're not perfect! You're human too,  And while I'm talking to you now, I see you staring at the blank wall, I know I'll have to make space for another load Seriously, stop... - your "overthinking" brain

Dead white snow, Lush green apples, A piercing red strawberry, An earthy brown bark, Deep blue sea, Sunny yellow lemon, Dingy black pebbles, Rainbow coloured popsicles

Something worth sharing happened to me today. I was at a supermarket doing my weekly grocery shopping. Once I was done scanning all the shelves and filling my basket with my survival kit for the coming week, I proceeded towards the checkout counter. As I neared it, an old man was walking towards the same counter and I just stopped to let him go ahead of me. But, he stopped too and asked me to go instead. Meanwhile, I had my eyes on a product sitting on a shelf that I had missed during my sniff rounds and had half a mind to go and get it. Hence, I insisted that he go ahead. He hesitated for quite some time and then budged to it. However, during that time, I had dropped my plans of buying the product that had attracted me as well. This was the short yet warm conversation that we had while we were both unloading our carts. He (turning to me): This is wrong. It should always be 'Ladies First' you know?? Me: Aww, that's alright! And, anyhow, that bit is changing now. He:

And I let go of you, with a stone on my heart and a smile on my face ...

There are days I don't mind the 'thud's of the world, There are days I don't close my ears to the zooming bike sounds, There are days I enjoy the loud chatter of a stranger nearby, only so I feel a lot less alone... There are days I don't mind being misunderstood, There are days I don't silence my heart beating loud, There are days I don't turn off a bad song even, only so I feel a lot less alone.. There are days i don't mind the thunder storms, There are days I welcome a comment although sarcastic, There are days I don't shut the rattling door, only so I feel a lot less alone.