Paper Planes

“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.” ― Leonard Cohen I was a bit disturbed from last few days about something which is just so superficial, but then something that means a lot to a girl! Let me begin from starting Few days back someone commented on my tattoo that its fading and is no more clear. I, I said may be, but I love it. There had been so many incidents where people asked me about why dont I let go off my mole, why am I getting so many pimples suddenly and all that crap. I always ignored such nonsensical things till one day when, someone commented "You would look perfect sans these dark circles". And I, this time I went mad. Dude, you say anything negative about a girl's look and she might not sleep for days. Come on accept it, we girls are really insensitive about our looks. That's bad and shallow and hollow and superficial and blah blah,  in a way, yes! But we ca...

Why the world is so damn cruel? Why everyone around looks so mean? Why the hell did I ever get here, Here where there is only hurt and pain Why did I ever allow this heart to beat? Why did I give wings to my feelings? Why the hell did I ever made them free? Cant I rip this heart apart and throw it away? Cant I get rid of these painful feelings? Cant I throw all my emotions somewhere away? And be with me, in peace and serenity What was that I did so wrong? What was that bought me on this trail? Trail, full of pain and hurt... Do I really deserve all this? This awful ache  This unbearable pain...

याद आती है उन बीतें दीनो कि, जब माँ क़ि गोद हमारा आँगन थी, जब माँ क़ि बातें हमें सहलाती थी, जब माँ क़ि हसी हमें ज़माने भर कि खुशियाँ दे जाती थी, जब माँ का डाटना भी लगता था उसका प्यार, जब हमारे रूठने पर वो करती थी दुलार, माँ के हाथों में वो ख़न-खनाती चूड़ीयान, आएने पे चिपकी माँ कि वो छोटी सी बिंदियाँ, माँ के सिंदूर कि वो प्यारी सी डिबईयाँ, माँ कि पायल क़ि वो मीठी सी झंकार, माँ के प्यार से सज़ा वो घरबार, माँ क़ि ख़ुशबू से महकता हर कोना, माँ क़ि गोध में वो सर रख कर सोना, याद आती है उन बीतें दीनो की, जब माँ क़ि आह्टो से होती थी हर सुबह, और माँ क़ि लोरियों से होती थी शाम जुदा, जब घनी धूप से बचाता था माँ का आँचल, जब रहती थी वो साथ हर लम्हा, हर पल, ना जाने कहाँ खो गये वो दिन, जब एक पल ना रह पाते थे हम तेरे बिन, आज भी बहुत याद आती है तेरी माँ, तेरे सायँ के बिन, क्या बतायें है हम कितने तन्हा, काश होते हम, आज भी साथ तेरे, तेरे आँगन में खेलते बिल्कुल पहले की तरह, तेरे पहलू में सर रख कर सोते, तुझे गले लगा कर जी भर कर रोते, सुनने को तेरी प्यारी मीठी बातें तरसते है हम, तेरे सीने से लगने को आज भी त...

A shine in her eyes And a smile on her lips Doesn't she look b'ful and divine? A prayer in her heart And faith in her soul Doesn't she look absolutely fine? Seldom has she revealed her hidden side Rarely does she allow someone to peek inside Its her fear and dismay that she hides She fears the demons screaming deep inside Damaging her heart and molesting her soul Compelling her to surrender herself Still she looks calm and serene to the world Even when she is trying to hold the reins of her life

  “Today's Valentine's Day. There's a whole day devoted solely to love. Does that make any sense? Nah. Love makes us all crazy. But it's fun too.”  ― Lisa Greenwald, Sweet Treats & Secret Crushes  So, its Valentines day tomorrow:) I have been hearing so many things about it from the people around... There are few who absolutely love the day, have taken a leave from work and have planned a very romantic day with their lovers. And there are others who absolutely abhor this day and the idea of celebrating love. I would not talk about the former ones. The later ones are the people who really made me think, who pushed me to jolt my head and mull over my brains. Yes, I completely agree that this whole idea of Valentines day and celebrating it is bogus, its fake. Yes! I mean, come one guys. Lets face it. Its crap! And everyone knows that, including people who celebrate this day with full zeal and fervor. The argument that people who are against V-day give is th...

“Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.” ― George E. Woodberry Have you ever felt amazed of the pace at which life changes? And with it, changes you, changes your feelings, your needs, your desires, your hobbies, your thoughts, your opinions, your everything. I feel astonished at the fact that this process of changing takes place with a very fine balance of swiftness and subtlety. Yes, the change is rapid but then, its also gradual enough not to alarm you And in this whole 'change' process, there is also a fine balance of what changes and what not. Am I am sounding confusing? Ok, let me put it this way.... Its still you with the same body, same heart, same blood, same mind, same soul, same structure, same hardware. Everything remains the same but still everything changes. How different were you when you were young? I guess its the attributes, that changes, its the core that define you, changes. While young you are structured with diff...

"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"                                                                          ― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist Have you ever wondered how it is to fall in for a dreamer? A person who has his own world of dreams. Well, guess its tough. It is easy to fall in love with them because you would get enticed with their charm, while they talk and get you into introduced to a different world in a different way, but later it becomes tough, rather painful to handle their whimsical an...

They say... they ask... again and again Not to get acquainted with this thing called love They blame it for all the terrible pains They condemn it for causing throbbing heart aches They denounce it as a forbidden poison Poison that intoxicates all, like venom But how can one deny the warmth of love How can you ask your heart not to dive in its tenderness How can one not get smitten by this alluring passion, When the whole universe seems to be enchanted with its magic? When everyone around seems to be lured with its charm... Aren't those stars in love with the beautiful moon? If not, then why do they follow its every move? Isn't the sun in love with that far lying horizon? If not, then why does it sleep in the warmth of its arms? Isn't the sky in love with the gigantic sea? If not, then why does it leave its refection in its eyes? Aren't the clouds in love with the land? If not, then why do they gift it, those precious beautiful rain jewels? Isn...