Forelsket: #Truelove

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Let yourself be silently drawn by the surreal pull of love.

A soul mate isn’t one who completes you but the one who inspires you to complete yourself. Someone who loves you with so much conviction and so much heart that it is nearly impossible to doubt just how capable you are of becoming exactly who you have always wanted to be.

Love someone who loves your free spirit,

Sets your wild self free and runs amok with it,

Someone who never belittles you,

Loves you in all shades of emotions,

All gloomy colors, any boiling hue,

Someone who knows how gentle you are,

But doesn’t kindle your fragile scars,

Someone who knows your might and feels proud of it,

Shares your secrets and flaws but doesn’t arouse guilt,

Find someone who is

Patient, forgiving, and apologetic,

Humble, kind and empathetic,

Not only with you but everyone,

The one who shares your soul,

And loves you like none…

The best place in the world is in the arms of someone who will not only hold you up and hug you tight at your weakest moment.

When you choose a life partner, you are choosing a lot of things, including

  • Your parenting partner: someone who will deeply influence your children,
  • Your eating companion for about innumerable meals,
  • Your travel companion: someone to share memories with,
  •  Your retirement friend, career therapist and someone whose day you’ll hear about for the rest of your life.

All said and done but love can never be planned, it is always spontaneous. Never underestimate the power and possibilities of ‘koi-no-yokan’.

When you have found your ‘special someone’ and choose to tap your privilege to be able to say ‘I love you’ to him/her, remember that you have to earn the right to be believed, the right to be loved.

I love you in ways

 you have never been loved,

For reasons

you have never been told,

For longer

than you think you deserved,

And with more

than you will ever know

that existed inside me…

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Forelsket (Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.

Koi-no-yokan (Japanese): The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.

The love saga will continue…keep in touch for more:-)

Smelling Horror: #MyNoseKnows

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               Here’s a short story  I wrote long back for a @blogadda contest. It was a naive attempt and the only short story I ever wrote but somehow it ended up on the winning side. I hope you like it too…

It will scare the smell out of you…

The night was unusually cold and gloomy. I was sitting on the back seat of my 19 days old maruti alto which was gliding past the relatively thin traffic. I could feel  the  chilly breeze slowly going down my spine as it was flowing through my  perfectly set hair . A sweet voice asked me to close the slightly open window and I complied. It was a short journey and we finally reached the destination well before expected. The door sprung open with the slightest of my efforts as if I have always known telekinesis. I stepped out of the car. It was dark and foggy as the hour hand had just swung past the niner. I was not confused but couldn’t figure out if I was elated or desolate. It felt like  I could sense  the dementors in proximity. I looked at the old building standing barely 100 feet from me. I was  expecting a déjà vu here but  I could hardly recognize this  place. There sat an old man at the entrance stooping over fire and covered in woolen clothes from scalp to toe trying desperately  to balance between keeping himself warm  and not catching fire. We walked past him and went up the stairs to the  first floor. Each one of us was holding a bag or something in our stiff hands. We went straight for the room for which I already had the key. Just a few steps across the empty corridor and we were facing the grayish blue door. It was room no. 94 but it was not supposed to be open. I was holding the key anxiously but there was nothing  to mynoseknowsunlock. We exchanged a vacant stare  each and then I knocked the door hesitantly still holding the key in my hand. There was no reply…I waited and knocked again. A young man answered this time…”kaun hai be”. I ignored the carelessly demotic tone and answered…”its me , Amit”.  A decent looking young boy opened the door, greeted us all and invited inside. I inspected the room from outside the door and then stepped inside careful enough to put the right foot first. The moment I invaded the young boy’s habitat I knew something was not right. I took a step further anyway…but as I ventured deeper into his abode I felt a strong force against my nares, as if I was being smothered. I could sense the choking but was helpless and it seemed like someone has sucked all the oxygen out of the room instantaneously. I could feel my nasal hairs burning with the intense noxious smell creeping up my nose. I was trying to hold onto anything I could reach and  fight the vigorous desire to stop breathing and drop dead  when I noticed the bare feet of the supposedly innocent boy who turned out to be the daemon here. His feet were still wet with sweat and the soggy socks and shoes unarguably dipped in basilisk venom were lying just 5 feet away. I gathered my senses and ran for the balcony door and rushed it open. The next moment I was literally hanging from the dilapidated railings for a breath or two. A gush of fresh air felt like a stroll in the heaven itself. After resuscitating myself, I came back for my parents and was relieved to see they were all coming to senses. We were saved this time with what could only be described as divine intervention and it was only surprising how a meager event like shifting  into my very first hostel room as first year M.B.B.S. student turned into an ordeal. Only god knows what I went through or may be only ‘My Nose Knows’…

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Please leave your comments and feedback. Hope you like it:-)

True love : My new series

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Hi all,

                  I welcome you all to the new year of opportunities, an year of hope; hope to rise and grow, to grow as a person, a writer, a blogger or a poet. I like this time of the year and it is not only because of my birthday but the positivity that  thrills me. It is customary to make resolutions for the months to come. I have my own list but I don’t call them resolutions because mew year resolutions are eventually lost into oblivion by February. I may call them anything but I just want to be better than my previous self and I want it to be reflected on my blog. I have a lot of things in my mind for my space on the blogosphere and I hope you like them.

What’s new in 2017?

# A new look and new sections for my blog.

# Will explore new forms of poetry.

# A nerdy twist to blog posts.

And a new series celebrating true love.

What to expect in my new series: Truelove?    

Love is what brought me closer to poetry and it has a special place in my heart. In this series we will try to understand the chemistry of true love or what makes love true. The whats and whys of love. There will be poems, articles, prose, poetry and couplets. Some of my older poems will also make guest appearances. If you think you know love better than anyone else, you are most welcome to enlighten our minds too. Let’s start this wonderful year with love and romance.

तकते  थे  राह  उनकी  और  इस  जुस्तजू  में  ग़ज़ल  बन  गयी,

राबता  हुआ  उनसे  और  मुश्किल-ए-दिल  ख़ुद  हल  बन  गयी ||

If you are looking for some love, hop on and enjoy the ride.

I wish I were a free bird: #आज़ाद परिन्दा

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Hello blog-chatterers,

I am new here and I absolutely loved the Blogchatter’s prompt for this week- I wish I were. I write more often in Hindi but I didn’t know I could do that here or not. So I just tried my hand at both. Hope you like them.

होता अगर मैं

होता  अगर  मैं  बेबाक  परिन्दा , छूता  उचईयाँ  जैसे  कोई  बाज़;

काव्य  सी  होती  उड़ानें  मेरी,  और  बादल  होते  मेरे  अल्फ़ाज़;

नदियों  में  ही  खिलता  बचपन, उन्मुक्त  हवा  मे  लेता  श्वास;

हर  दिन  रचता  गीत  नये,  और  समय  ही  होता  मेरा  साज़;

होता  अगर  मैं  बेबाक  परिंदा, नवजीवन  लेता  अगाज़;

उड़ता  फिरता  मस्त  गगन  में, अजब  ही  होता  मेरा  अंदाज़ ||

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I wish I were

I  wish  I  were  a  free  bird,

never  caged  but  often heard;

Scaling  high  and  sinking low,

never  shaken  but often stirred;

I  wish  I  were  a  free  bird,

singing  at  will… lovely or absurd;

Quenching  my  fernweh*,

cruising  alone and bewildered;

I  wish  I  were  a  free  bird,

I’ll  be  happy …mark  my  word;

‘Coz deep  down  inside,

this  luftmensch#  is  a  caged  bird…

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*Fernweh (German): Feeling homesick for a place you have never been to, wanderlust, a desire/craving to travel, a longing for far-off places.

#Luftmensch (German): Someone with his head in the clouds, one who is unconcerned with such practical matters as earning a living, a dreamer, social misfit.

This post is written for Blogchatter’s prompt for the week- I wish I were .

It’s a boy:-)

Indian Bloggers

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Hey guys!

I have been away for a while (thank you if you had noticed) and the reasons have been many. In fact, more than I care to count. And these few days have changed my life forever as I have been promoted to the post of father from husband. Yes, it’s a boy. I have been blessed with a beautiful baby and I couldn’t have asked for more.

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के  धूप  से  तपती  धरती  पे,

ख़ुदा  कुछ  यूँ  मेहरबान  हो  गया;

खिलाया  इस  बगिया  में  एक  फूल,

और  मैं  बाग़बान  हो  गया ||

                             -doc2poet

He is the best thing that has happened to me, like ever and the feeling is too flamboyant to contain in my heart and it will eventually seep onto my blog.

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He has my eyes and her smile,

A bit of us both, with his own style;

My cutie, my love, my childhood and fun,

The trophy of my life, my darling, my son!!

                                              -doc2poet

Also, New Year is coming and I have a few plans for my blog and I am sure it will be exciting. For now, thank you for all your support and keep in touch for more.

See you soon (and hopefully more often)