Half Girlfriend: #TrueLove

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          Love can be found in the darkest of hearts if one only remembers to seek it. Sometimes we need to see though eyes of others to see the love that lies within us. But it doesn’t always happen as the cupid desires to be, sometimes the worldly pleasures takes over our instincts. Sometimes we fail to see the light, the love which we have subconsciously locked away and the emotions cannot penetrate the shell around it. In a world of “tit for tat” we are yet to see “love for love” to decide the fate of all love stories. Some love stories do not see the dawn of eternity, some love stories just fade away in time. Here’s one such story that met with a similar fate but remember that it is just the story or the characters that die, the love lives on and on and on.

Love at first sight it was, as pure as it can be, 
She is everywhere, it’s all he can see,
Knows no boundaries, fears  no fear,
Just wanna love her, and hold her dear,

It’s a pity she didn’t love him,
Mocked him & shunned him away,
But he never learned to not-love her,
Without her…he wouldn’t last a day,

She was everything for him,
He loved her unconditionally anyway,
But his love couldn’t prevail,
She wouldn’t believe-no matter what he say,

He didn’t know anything but to love her,
So he loved her to his last breath,
And proved his love in life and in death…

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                   It may be heart shattering to see your beloved but not being able to embrace her in your arms but remember that you are never alone if you love yourself. You don’t have to be what others want you to be.

दिलों  में  छलकती  मोहब्बत, लकीरों  में  समा  ना  सकी,

जम  के  बरसी  दोनों  ही  तरफ, पर  प्यास  फिर  भी  बुझा  ना  सकी…

               You don’t have to be interesting or entertaining, spontaneous or sociable. You are beautiful the way you are. The right people are going to recognize your worth. Life is too short, and your own happiness is far too important to think otherwise.

मोहब्बत  के  बाज़ार  में,  

इक  उम्र  ख़र्च  कर  आए  हम,

पर  खता  भी  क्या  इन  लम्हों  की,

जब  ख्वाब  ही  थे  सजाए  कम,

फूलों  की  दिलकश  चाहत  मे,

कटों  ने  ढाए…कितने  सितम,

बे-इंतेहाँ   मेरे  प्यार  के,

बदले  मे  पाए  केवल  गम,

खुशियाँ  तेरी  तुझमें  ही  हैं,

कहाँ  मुस्कान  तेरी?  क्यूँ आँखें नम?

दिल  को  थोड़ा…ज़रा  यार  समझा,

हर  दिल  को  यहाँ, मिलता  नहीं  सनम,

करनी  है  मोहब्बत, तो  खुद  से  कर,

कोई  और  मिले…तो  करना  कम,

कोई  और  मिले…तो  करना  कम… ||

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              Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess. Just breathe, and have faith that everything will work out for the best.

A long due post in my “True-love” series and I am glad blogadda came up with this prompt. Hope you like it. Don’t forget to share and come back for more.:-)

I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend .

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Picked & Published: #Doctors

 

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Presenting my composition, a tribute to the doctors and in fact all the medicos, which found a place in the annual collection of shortlisted poems selected by the jury of poetry society of India. I couldn’t win though, but it is a huge motivation to keep trying. Here it goes:

We are the Doctors


We  are  the  healers, we  cure,  we  care,

Cope  with  plights,  only  few  would  dare,

We  are  everywhere; so common yet  so  rare,

The resilient, eccentric & beyond compare,

We who missed the dusk of adolescence;

Solving MCQs  & juggling  books  for  reference,

Suffered in saudade  to  don the white coats,

Trying  to  be  resolute  while  riding  many  boats,

We  study  not  only  medicine, but  law  to  stats,

Playing multiple tricks with solitary hats,

For us, winsome moments are like spam,

And life is only what is  left  between  exams,

We  who  graduate  as  our  friends  finish  PGs,

A  suffix for  our  names, sure  doesn’t  come  easy,

Can’t  take  shortcuts; we  must  take  the  longer  route,

MD, DM & more; we study  till  there’s juice in the fruit,

The  Stethoscope  is  our  crown, a  cachet  you  can  bet,

It  is  ‘THE  RESPONSIBILITY’; and as  big  as  it  can  get,

We  treat  people  irrespective  of  caste, colour  or  time,

Doesn’t  matter  if  covered  in  vomit, blood  or  slime,

Because saving  a  life  is  worth  every  dime,

And  we don’t hesitate to  put  our  own  lives  on  the  line,

Friends  and  family  spend  the  nights  alone  and  dizzy,

‘Coz  we  are  notorious  for  being  perpetually  busy,

Live like luftmensch; whom people often misconstrue,

As we associate  first  rains  with  malaria  or  dengue,

We  are  the  misfits, flamboyant but  nerds,

Willingly sitting in  cage  but  immanently free  birds,

We   allow  for  prejudices  and not  be  judgmental,

Specialise in handling  mobs while  being  gentle,

We  must  always  be  composed  and  calm,

And it’s not  always  easy; ‘coz  yes, oh  darn!!

Deemed  gods  when  we  save and  killers  if  we  can’t,

But we try & make a wish; which only the gods can grant,

We  are  the  doctors; the  healers, protectors,

Spreading smiles, we are just the vectors,

Reverence is what we seek, but a smile may sure suffice,

We only want all to be safe; healthy, wealthy and wise,

Healthy, wealthy and wise…

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The all India poetry competition is happening this year too. http://www.indianpoetry.org/ALL%20INDIA%20POETRY17.pdf Don’t miss the deadline, Good luck:-)

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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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.