Say it as it is by Pallavi

Well, he likes me, my husband. Sometimes, he even cares for me. He has got used to me but he is not in love with me. That's the one thing, we agree upon once for a change. His idea of love is quite different and actually naive. It clearly shows, he doesn't know what love is. He doesn't even have the slightest idea of how it is to love someone and I, who has been and is in love, who has lived love, breathed love, am his wife. What an irony! It hurts. It hurts to know this. It hurts to accept this. But, that's the ultimate truth. And,  since I know how it is to have someone etched in your soul, on your body, in your mind, I understand how poor my dear husband is. I pity him.  Although that will threaten my well being, I wholeheartedly pray to God that someday he also finds his true love. He also discovers this burning desire for a single person. May God bless him with this power to love. Perhaps, then and only then, he will be more human. I want him to have his love. I wa

People are not meant to be happy. They are not born to achieve a perfect life. It's us, who have created this myth, that each soul should have his satisfaction. Well, life certainly doesn't do that. What a person needs to be happy ? Which are those few things people think are mandatory to be happy ? A few, countable on fingers of our hands. Enough money, a sound body, some respect and love. And yet, very few have all of these. We keep slogging for more money. Health, a good one, is bestowed upon many, but not all. Respect,  that's the relative concept. Many pine for it and don't get it even after a lifetime. And many don't even understand whether they have it enough.  And at last, love. What a delusion! We, all chase it. Some love and don't get it in return. Some don't and get it in abundance and don't even want it. A few lucky ones, love and get loved by the same person. But,  there are many who don't love and don't even get it. Therefore, love

                    प्रीत तुझी  अनंत काळापासून             अनंत काळापर्यंत  प्रतीक्षेच्या पहाटेपासून            आशा निराशेच्या हिंदोळ्यापर्यंत  तू नव्हतास तेव्हापासून                तुझे असणे माझ्यात भिनेपर्यंत पहिल्या कटाक्षापासून              तुजविन मी मला न दिसेपर्यंत  स्पर्शाच्या आतुरतेपासून              श्वासांच्या मिलनापर्यंत शब्दाच्या छुप्या अर्थापासून              मूक परिणयापर्यंत मी मला जाणवल्यापासून               फ़क्त तू उरेपर्यंत प्रीत तुझी व्यापलेली              माझ्या स्पंदनांपासून त्या दूर क्षितिजापर्यंत 

Have you ever been mine? But, have you ever ceased to be my shine? I couldn't ever taste you and yet you have become my age-old fine wine

रुक जाता है बहना रगों में        साँसों को थाम लेता है लहू ये मेरे दिल का          तेरे अलविदा पे दम तोड देता है

                      WHY?? Why someone hurts me               and I remember you? Why I laugh               and I think of you? Why all the wisdom I have              makes me proud of you? Why, they say, I look pretty              and I picture you? Why fragrances beg me              to take back to you? Why the words I read             let me drift back to a book of you? Why they talk about love            and I feel betrayed by you? Why each time they call my name               and I grab a piece of you? Why there is this world               and I am not with you? Why, My Papa, why this little glass doll of yours                 is forever shattered by you??

I ran. I kept running. Breathless, panic-stricken, desperate to reach there. It was raining with a thunderstorm. I was thoroughly soaked. I couldn't see anything in dead night's pitch black dread. Yet, with bare feet, I ran.                                        I didn't need to see the street signs to go there.Because, I was going home. I knew, my feet knew, how to proceed.My feet could sense the way home.I was scared. I was trying to keep everything behind and have that shelter again.                                    And finally, I was there.I reached. But, it was not there. It was the same street, same turn, same neighborhood, same place. But, I couldn't find my home. As if someone in the fairytale has lifted it up and placed somewhere else.Where, I didn't know. And started, I started crying. I was not weeping. I was howling.I stood there, yelling. I called it. I called my home. I wanted it to be there anyhow. Else what could I do? It was pouring and I w

DIE A LITTLE ...TO SURVIVE what an awesome line... from a netflix series. Isn't it so so true?? We die on daily basis.. a little...piece by piece just to survive..We let our childhood die to be a grown up.But, do we really grow? In d process, we lose both. Sometimes, we let our passions die to let sanity survive. Many times,we let our hearts die to let a relationship survive. And afterwards, we keep counting those dead pieces and keep reminding ourselves that we have...SURVIVED

शोक हा संपत नाही जात वैफल्याची उमगत नाही क्षणात हास्याचे अश्रू होतात जणू सुख माझ्या पदरातच नाही कर्तव्याची वाट थांबत नाही ह्या उन्हाच्या सावलीत माझं घरटंच नाही उसवलेला धागा माझा प्रेमाचा जणू बांधण्याची त्याची रीतच नाही भरारी माझी गरुडाची अन् नाऴ अशांशी तुटतच नाही शहामृगाचे पंख हे ज्यांचे उड्डाणाचा ज्यांना गंधच नाही त्या सूर्याचीही होते फसगत धरणी त्याला दिसतच नाही येतो आडवा चंद्रमा कुणी जसे ग्रहण माझे सुटतच नाही

The most haunted place in the world - PAST

सच्चा होना अच्छा है, आसान है । मुश्किल है तो सच्चाई के अंजाम के साथ जीना ।

They will never say that they hate you. They will say that they loved you. 

That lump in your throat has become a rock on my cold heart now.  That tear in your eye has become the blood in my warm veins now.  That unseen face of yours has become the shadow in my dreams now.  Those unspoken words from your mouth have become chaos in my head now.  That nothingness you were, has become everything in my world now. 

Don't praise this love so much. It's arrogant. It's ruthless. It's indifferent.It's heaven and hell at the same time. It makes the world beautiful and at the same time, it makes it impossible to live in this world without it. It makes you do the things you don't want to. It makes you the person you are not. It's not what you do. It's what you become .

Love me the way you can, I'll love you the way you want. Give me whatever you can, I'll give you everything I have.

Give me back those days. Can you?  Will you? The days when you loved me and I loved you too. The days when you used to keep your feelings hidden and I used to do the same. The days when you looked up to me for everything and I wanted to give you everything you needed.  The days when your pain was my pain and my voice was your relief. The days when your face made me hope for more and you lived in the hope to see mine. The days when you thought I was yours and I wanted you to make me yours. The days when I was your sunshine and you were my soothing moon. The days when we lived. Please, give me back those days. Can you?  Will you? 

When he snores to stifle the sound of your late night heartache cries,  Oh my darling, it's time to quit! When you sleep on a hungry stomach and his is full of satisfaction knowing that yours has only sorrow within, Oh my poor lamb, It's time to quit! ! When your insults feel like a triumph to him even though  you have always kept fighting for his honor, Oh foolest of the all, It's time to quit!!!

Be peace to me and I'll be your passion Be home to me and I'll be your destination

Day by day, everyday , I understand myself more, which leads to understanding others more. Nevertheless, I am still like an unknown island which is waiting to be found by an anonymous traveller. And hence, if I have not found myself yet, how can I find someone else to complement me?  This journey has taken so long time and still I feel like it has begun now. And contradicting this, I have realized the nature of my thirst. I am now fully aware of what will quench it ? And believe me,  it's not another person. Finally, I have understood that no one can complete me by being with me. I am born to be an  incomplete thing. Because incomplete things are the most beautiful and I am beautiful. I am like a drunkard. But, it's beauty and love that I get drunk on. Beauty of words, beauty of music, love for everyone and everything, these are sources of my intoxication. Everyone has five senses and few have six. And I think, I have seven, seventh being able to feel beyond all these six and

I visited Kempty falls situated at Mussorie a few days ago. At different heights amongst the rocks, there are different levels and different views of these falls. This has become a popular tourist place. So, I won't or rather don't want to tell anything about its beauty. I want to share something else that I have experienced  there. After 2 levels of these falls, you again have to climb for the third one and on the way,  you come to a spot, which makes it worth to climb all the way up. This spot has a pond of crystal clear, clean and chilling green water. You get 3-4 steps down from your path up to third level and you are looking at this pond. A big tree with so many branches is peeping down at its mirror image in this water.  Most surprising thing is that, people are so obsessed with visiting the places mentioned by other tourists, they don't bother to take a stop at this pond.  I am sorry to say this, but, it's a loss for them.  I stopped at this pond, sat a

It's all about integrity. Nothing matters more than being honest with yourself. These are the only two qualities which decide whether you are a bad person or good. Everything else being spoken about virtues and vices is a myth. 

I love those distances which make u feel insecure ,which get on ur nerves and push u to act like a  person u r not. Because those distances r d real catalysts that make u understand what u feel, what u don't wanna lose and give u a chance before it's too late. 

I love you now, when you are mine. I might have loved you more, if you were not destined to be mine. I miss you, when you are not with me. I miss you even more when you are with me. I am happy that I have you in my life. I would have been happier if I had ur soul too.  I appreciate it when you pay complete attention to me. But, I would have adored it if you had understood the value of my being with you.  I live accepting that you love me.  I would have truly lived if your love had come with some respect.

I breathe passion. That's how I'm. I don't know another way of living. Everything is extreme for me. When I laugh, I laugh till my stomach aches. If I cry, you can expect an ocean of tears. If I love, I eat love, I drink love, I sleep love, I become the love. And don't you dare to make me hate you. If you do that, you will be the last person alive on this planet except me and yet I won't look at you eye in the eye. This is how I perceive life. I don't know any shackles that can bind me. No one can control me. Whatever I do, I'm in it.Am I being crazy?  Is it bad to be real?  Even though I'm asking these questions, I really don't care for the answers. This is what makes me, ME. I'm not passionate. I'm the passion. 

Which things are kept hidden? The things which are always feared.  The question is which are those things? And when you think like this, you will get the most unexpected answer to this question. Those are nothing but love and pain. Kept hidden under one mask or another. People think hatred, violence, ugliness are the thongs which need to be feared. But, that's not the case. We are so open and loud when we express hatred. We always talk about violence in one way or other. We despise it, but, still, we don't finish it by not mentioning. Instead, we keep chewing it.  And now ask someone whom or how much he or she loves?  Or ask him whether he is in pain?  and what hurts him?  You will never  get an honest and complete answer. Isn't it surprising? Why do people hesitate to accept their love or their pain?  Because we have never been taught to love or accept love. We have always been taught to stay happy and not show any grief. We have been taught to stay away from

जिन से है,  उन्हीं से छुपाते हैं फिर भी ये इष्क गुनाह हम सब कर जाते हैं ।

            Life has its own ways which can not be understood, which prove us completely wrong, which make us stronger, which teach us how not to expect it.       And, we, human beings, consider ourselves the most intelligent species on this whole planet and still waste so much of our life thinking about what it actually is.  Life is not a thing to be wondered about or that can be counted. It is living, being in the moment. It is enjoying the way it is.              Being satisfied with your life is always good. But, have you really felt the moment when you are unhappy? It's not different.                It's amazing how these limbs work, how this brain functions and how this heart feels. Even if you are not happy, you breathe. You get excited hearing your favorite music even if you don't want to.                  Tears falling down your eyes have their own charm. Have you ever tasted those? When you are busy wondering about the taste of your tears, you forget w

It's a mess. Intertwined meshes of unanswered questions, emotions which can't be named, unwanted obligations,  a void which can't be filled, realities which are mandatory to be lived, knowledge that you are a mask and your smile is fake. Yes,  it is called life. I don't know how people manage to live it or is it only me who has created this?  It's like being a branch of a tree, who has been cut long enough time ago to forget its roots and hence, doesn't have any flowers or fruits to nurture, and yet hasn't been dried up completely.  Can't remember the past, can't live the present and can't expect a future. As if everything is as still as afternoon air in the mid-summer. 

What or who is the soulmate?  Is he the one who is exact replica of you or is he the one whom you can tell everything you feel without fear of being judged or misinterpreted or is he the one who feels what you feel, loves unknowingly the same thing you love, hates the same person you hate or is he the one who is not like you, who can't feel your pain, can't share the same likings or dislikings, but, is there for you always, knowing you will fail but still wants to be by your side?  So, that's what I think. Does any of this give slightest hint about love?  I guess, NO. Then, why people who love each other keep saying that they have found their respective soulmates? All the cases I have considered, greatly imply that all the qualities of a soulmate are those which are possessed by your real best friend. Isn't it true? 

When you meet a person who is a lot alike you, it is like hearing your own voice in the form of an echo. An echo of your own voice, which can not be owned since it is not really yours and which can not be forgotten either as it is the only voice apart from yours that carries you with it. 

Being 'Lunatic' is bad.But, it's worse when you know you are one. 

People who leave you, carry a piece of your soul with them, always. ..