She expected great things to happen to her
So when the storm came
She hid her straw hats
Because she knew she had to be prepared
sunny days were not that far off

Toronto, japan, moscow, delhi

My darling, you can be in all these places

You just have to bring your mind around it

That one thought holding you back.

Break the barriers, destroy the walls,

Peep out through the curtains

Let your hair down, put on some sunscreen

Set some loud music on your phone

And most importantly, wear that amazing smile

Of yours over that bright red lipstick

Now you are ready, prepared to take on the world

Kick the shit out of some wild grass and discover the truth

He came , he conquered

Her mind, body and soul

He broke down the walls

And lit up her life

He sang lullaby’s and mended her hair

His smile enlightened her life

He promised to walk with her

Hold her hands and wipe her tears

He ensured that with him by her side

She would calm down, dare and be kind all at once

She would be indebted to him

For her life, for showing her

The glory of her own being..

on my sweethearts bday :)

There was once a sweet girl

Sweet or sour was still a dispute

She was lost all the time

Lost in her thoughts and her ways

She was desperate to live a

Happy life, a fulfilling one at that

When she least expected

Came the prince charming

With flowing black mane and the roughest looks

He was no tom cruise or brad pitt

Rather was Dalai Lama fitted into Shivaji the great

The sweet and sour girl was lifted off her feet

Into his high riding horse

Everyone may think they rode into the sunset

And lived happily ever after.

But that’s not the case, that’s never the case

They struggled among all odds

To keep the fire glowing, for their love

For eternity , till the end of time

They fight, they hug and they makeout

They scream, shout but has to lie on each others arms at night

They still hold their hands and walk

Side by side, in life and love

They are the cynosure of many eyes

And the reason for many a heartbreaks ;)

Everyone envies them but secretly wants to BE them

At last the sweet and sour girl became

A little too sweet and a little less sour

Prince charming always remained

The sweetheart of every beating heart!!

She

She often has that look

Sharp but blunt, broken but stitched together

Eyes that often tell stories

Of nights, of wet pillows and muffled sobs

With a feeling, that everything slips

Right between her fingers

An ache spreading beyond her heart

Words failing to express what the lips murmur

Putting on her kajal and mascara

Hiding the dark circles around the light blue eyes

Mindful of the scars

On her mind and her soul..

An orange hue

On the banks of the Ganges

Across it the saffron blew

Swaying in the wind, lonesome

On a pole high up the mountain

some things..

Some smiles that never fade

Some hands that never let go

Some looks that spreads love

Some gestures that resonate forever

Some talks that are never forgotten

Some company that instills warmth

Some smell that reminds you of the old charm