Ramblings on ‘Love’

Presenting to you, 

some ramblings I did new. 

Where there are simple thoughts for you, 

and some for me too!


Why is it so, 

that love cannot be seen into. 

And why is it so, 

that a feeling can make or break you?


Why can love be seen only by few, 

when the whole world is searching too? 

What makes it be special so, 

that only the few worthy stumble into?


How come its felt in the wind for you, 

or the chirping of birds or in the sun rays too? 

‘Cos I would very much like to, 

feel those beautiful things too.


Can you feel it in the smiling eyes, 

Or the way it soothes you? 

Maybe its hidden in the heart of you, 

which sometimes shows in eyes too.


People say its a mystery not to dwell into 

but mine sometimes aches to. 

If I can help find happiness for you, 

Maybe I will find it too.


Butterflies in Stomach

what's love calvin and hobbes.gif

Go on. Ask her how her weekend was.

No effing way! We have not even said hello yet and you want me to ask her about the weekend?

What best way to break the ice then? Just staring at her till she catches your eye and then awkwardly waving at her?

I have got blogs to work on. So much work’s pending and..

Bullshit. You are trying to divert from the topic at hand.

Alright, I will try.

Minutes pass by.

DING! *Elevator door opens and she steps in.


Those were the voices arguing inside me while I was acting as if I was working on something important. The moment she stepped into the elevator and the door’s closed, only then I remembered how to breathe.

Way to go. Team Awkward!‘ one voice muttered.

This funny yet strangely exciting feeling in the pit of my stomach made me take a step back and realise something important. This has happened to me before, and quite a few number of times, frankly speaking.

Do you remember the butterflies you get in your stomach when you see someone and you cannot define what they mean to you? Even a glimpse of them is enough or a quick eye-contact is all that’s needed to make your day good.  Or you might hit the jackpot and get that one sweet smile which can lighten up the senses like Christmas!

It’s funny how you can have a strong and charming personality around anybody except that one person. Its as if the every ‘Awkward’ genes come together and halts your basic motor functions. And what’s more funny is this happens every time someone special comes close to your orbit. I am curious how this ‘Awkward’ genes decide when to wake up from the slumber and help act weird in front of that someone.

As Deadpool (one of my favourite characters) said, “I’m just a boy, about to stand in front of a girl, and tell her…WHAT THE FUCK I’M GOING TO TELL HER?

Wish me luck!

Chords of Rain

rain2Monsoon. The time when the scorched earth and the earthlings gets a blissful relief from the hot and humid summer. The time when the air has a twinge of earthly smell all around and the heart’s yearning for a deep-rooted desire is sky high!

Nothing is more quintessential than having a cozy afternoon along with a hot cup of chocolate milk and hearing the musical notes created by the raindrops while it falls from heaven!

Here I am, sitting near a window and a gentle awareness is creeping in of the symphony of pitter-patter around me. The trail of sliding droplets in the window gives a small measure of unfounded happiness.The sight of greenery in the ground is mesmerising. As though, all the flora have suddenly woke up from their deep sleep and are inching to open themselves to the heavens to thank for the compassion they are bestowed with. The lovely caress of raindrops and the gentle breeze of air on the trees, making them dance joyously, is enchanting to feast one’s eyes on!

It’s no wonder I feel the same thing, to sing and dance in this fantastic ambience. To attain the happiness I once used to achieve while I was less older than I am now. That cold shower of rain and a warm embrace of a dear one. Oh how I wish to be that young again!

Texture and Smell

Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?


Its painstakingly simple. Books. That is the only thing anyone of my friends can associate me with. And they are not wrong at all. Even if I go to a shopping center, my initial search is for a book shop so that I can enter into the world of books. The smell of those pages, the crispiness, the texture just makes me fall in love with them again and again.

But no explanation would be more clarifying about my love for books than the words of Elizabet Scott. “I love books. I love that moment when you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that’s way more interesting than yours will ever be.