Mirror to my soul . . .

Trust the one who can see the sadness in your smile decoding happyness

All of us wear masks at one point in time or the other. Masks of being happy, being sane and normal, being ‘okay’ when we don’t exactly feel the same way within. There are very few people who can see our real selves just by looking into our eyes or from the sound of our ‘hello’. These are the people we needn’t pretend to. With whom we can shed our inhibitions and laugh till our tummy hurts or weep till the sunlight hurts our eyes. They are the mirror to our souls. They show us the turmoil and chaos within us, when at times we lie to our own selves. They are the people who love us unconditionally and understand us more than we do understand ourself at times. Their mere presence is a soothing ointment to our distressed soul.

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Flowers of Love

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Day and night he toiled,
Much before the sunrise,
His day would begin..

Minutes before midnight,
As the cool breeze wiped away,
The sweat on his brow,
He retired home..

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ऐ हवाऐ उसे मेरा पेगाम पहु़ंचा देना (With English Translation)

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ऐ हवाऐ उसे मेरा पेगाम पहु़ंचा देना…

ऐ हवाऐ उसे मेरा पेगाम पहु़ंचा देना,
आज शाम उसे छूकर जब तुम गुज़रो,
उसके बाल ज़रा मेरी और से सहला देना…
उसके कंधे जो बोज़ से हो दबे,
उन्हें ज़रा मेरी और से हल्का कर देना…

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Chocolate, You’re Sweeter than chocolates

Heart full of chocolates

I was waiting by the street for her. She had messaged me that morning at 6 AM : “In no particular mood to meet you. BUT I will be coming, just because mom & dad have asked me to.” Part of me was happy as hell. I was about to board my flight for Mumbai when I received this message from her. I felt like dancing and singing aloud with excitement. Part of me, my egoist self; was fuming as hell. What did she mean ? How rude and mean of her to say that she didn’t want to come, but was coming for name sake. Before I could figure out what reply to send, I was seated in my seat and the air hostess was requesting me to turnoff my mobile network as she had caught me typing and deleting things in my mobile. With a smile, I obliged; but not before sending a quick reply “Will be waiting <3”. Finally my love won over my anger and I was happy as a lark. I was grinning through the entire journey and my fellow passengers were looking at me perplexed!

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Hello Monsoon !!

Monsoon, The Season of Love <3
Monsoon, The Season of Love ❤

Hello Monsoon,
The season of love,
The reason to fall in love..

Droplets of rain,
And colourful rainbows,
Like manna from heaven,
Descend on earth..

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