Night

As the night slowly descends,

The ghosts of the past,

The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,

The boy scared to his deepest bones,

Prepares himself for them,

Those that have chased him for eternity,

Hopelessness, despair and plight,

Everynight they come,

Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,

Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,

The boy scared and lonely,

Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,

This all would be worth someday,

For the night is not eternal,

For the plight is not eternal…..

Clouds

It is the days like these that I realise,

The biting scorch and the igneous rock,

The wind that keeps me alive,

The water that keeps me afloat,

All just become a medium to survive,

The warmth of your skin,

And the moist of your kiss,

Are like clouds,

To this mighty sphere…..

A family of 1000

Its been five years since my journey of blogging had started. An amazing ride full of all emotions, met so many spectacular people here. Its a privilege to be a part of the blogging community.

Thank you all the 1000 family members. This was not possible without your love and support.

I may not be a regular. But you always pull me back.

Thank you!

Dear Miss yet to come…..

The Perfect Dish

How do you know this the perfect relationship?

The young asked the elder while they prepared the dinner.

This needs some more pepper,

The elder said as she tasted the soup,

Will you be a doll and pass me some? She had politely asked her,

You see dear,

Relationships are like cooking,

There  might be days you create something awful,

Or days when you feel like there’s nothing in the world quite like this,

Sometimes you might feel something is missing in your preparation,

Or you may feel that you overdid it,

But you see dear,

Every dish you make,

Every new recipe you try,

There would come a day,

You’ll find the best balance between all the ingredients in your dish,

Maybe it is too spicy for someone else’s liking,

Or too blant for some other,

But remember it is perfect for you,

The one that races your heart on fire,

The best drug of all time,

And calms the storms inside you,

Brings you home,

Makes you smile at the smallest of all things,

All at once,

Remember dear whenever this happens,

Its perfect for you,

But as all masterpieces take time and trust and respect and energy to build,

A dish requires the same,

We all are artists in some way or the other,

She smiled as she poured the soup in bowls,

Take this one to your grandfather,

She said,

He likes it hot,

She had smirked…..