ARTFUL.DIVINE.SOUL

  I find it hard Not to look at you. Because your beautiful eyes Is all I ever want to look into.  It's cruel, the world Kind are your eyes  Let me live in those I promise To never leave your sight. 

  Blank into the ocean I see, The waves taking me back with them Though I still am standing at the shore I am not here anymore. It's like I cant feel my feet anymore, It's like I cant beat the sea anymore .

Such was our first date I kept wanting to just be.. With you And you kept wondering my silence Through you While you were busy telling me about your college days I was looking right through your eyes, lost in your gentle daze Brown and black forming up your eyes Just then, I saw, you caught me by surprise. Smiled as we did in our hearts,shy I felt My eyes confessed to yours, I saw you melt.

  Staring at the sky is what I love On days when clouds take up the space On nights when stars compete to embrace And everyday when the moon comes to light My soul breathes, and heart dances with grace! It drives me crazy, the moon with its shine Subtle yet loudest form of love, in every gully, every ravine.

I feel like I have been here before Losing myself into nothingness Oh its so familiar, feel it at my core Wanting to go back, still wanting for more. Still wanting for more.

I had a small plant once,placed by my window It had veins on its leaves, some deep some shallow. Purple were its flowers, with soothing green leaves It was  gift by someone, but it was more than one could perceive For it was my peace, near when I used to be I had a time of day fixed, to come and sit , folding my knees Only after months of taking care,it used to bloom one day As my favorite plant for a month or two, it used to stay I used to take its pictures, to remind me of beauty on days when it couldn't be there with me For days it was gone, the flower I mean. I had learnt how to be what you call patient, I learnt to be graceful, and bright, and beautiful on days when I couldn't bloom, I was nascent. I learnt to say I'm still pretty on days I only had my green leaves Its not your job to please others, as one believes Because the beauty was always inside me, even on days I didn't look my best Even on days I didn't feel my best I had this hope, this wait The patien...

I had spent my childhood in a small 1 BHK room in an urban area. My dad was earning enough for our small family then. Sufficient  for my grandpa, grandma, mom, dad and me. Yes, sweet and small family living in a small house with quite populated surrounding society but not so friendly neighborhood. Although, grandpa had his fair share of friends , our neighborhood mostly consisted of unfriendly bunch of families. Though, we didn't have much to be jealous of, we did face a silent treatment ever since we started living there. Maybe we were considered alien  in their social community they lived in for years . No one new ever came to inhabit in their society until we came. As my grandpa used to work there  ,my grandparents had lived there for a good amount of time . And as his time of retirement was around the corner, he called on my dad to come stay with them if he likes. He being the ideal son, came. Not alone, but with his family, which included me and my mom...