You, Me, Us, Love…..

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Love is trying not to Disturb but ending up by spending all day with him/her
It is Childish

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Love is not wantitng to hang up the Phone
It is Random

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Love is the kiss before you sleep and after you wake up
It is Excitement

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Love is the Sweet Nothings never told or said
It is Stupid

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Love is Perfection in Imperfection
It is Acknowledgement

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Love is missing him/her as soon as he/she leaves
It is Nostalgic

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Love is passing by that open door because it’s not Time yet
It is Tolerance

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Love is touching him/her from the top of head to tip of toe
It is Not having Inhibition

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Love is never having to say “let’s make love” as you already know what he/she wants
It is Awareness

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Love is chucking things at him/her when you are angry on Self
It is Venting

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Love is knowing just what to say to turn a ordinary moment into mad laughter
It is Fun

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Love is fearlessly saying “No” when you know what you want Precisely
It is Freedom

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Love is not talking to each other and wanting him/her to talk first
It is Ego

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Love is when you buy a blue Tshirt for him/her and he/she wears it even though he/she hates Blue
It is Pampering

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Love is crying rivers because he/she couldn’t make it for your Birthday
It is Hurtful

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Love is saying “Don’t you dare stop”
It is Craving

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Love is the Trail of clothes you both made from Frontdoor to Bedroom
It is Desperation

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Love if finding him/her the Prettiest or Handsomest
It is Focus

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Love is knowing its late but ignoring the Clock
It is Recklessness

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Love is wrapping your arms around him/her on the Bike on open road
It is Boldness

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Love is staying up to watch him/her Sleep
It is Tenderness

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Love is waking up to wake up from a dream of him/her and find him/her in your arms
It is Wistfulness

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Love is having his/her razor next to your toothbrush
It is Adaptation

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Love is both of you taking up just one third of a king size bed
It is Closeness

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Love is exchanging house keys
It is Trust

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Love is Dressing in the same mirror and blushing as you both look perfect together
It is Reflection

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Love is letting him/her eat your French Fries
It is Sacrifice

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Love is when you feel a little taller whenever he/her is praised
It is Proud

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Love is Giving him/her a head massage when you both have headache
It is Selfless

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Love is sniffing each other’s Perfume and Cologne
It is Longing

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Love is being tired of Kissing and Hugging but still doing it cause you just can’t stop
It is Compulsion

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Love is watching him/her as they dress
It is Tease

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Love is enjoying the Silence together
It is Companionship

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Love is wanting him/her to say your name over and over
It is Satisfaction

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Love is telling each other “it’s all over” but knowing it can never be over and done
It is Powerful

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Love is checking the salt in the dish and then keeping aside the larger portion for him/her
It is Surrender

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Love is when you cry seeing him/her hurt and bleed
It is Painful

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Love is fantasising of him/her in all Movies, Novels and Songs
It is Desire

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Love is seeing him/her sick, down and low but kissing him/her more
It is Undying

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Love is giving a standing Ovation when he/she performed drastically bad
It is Encouragement

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Love is when she sips Coffee from his mug even though she hates Coffee
It is Sharing

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Love is hugging him/her even when he/she is all dirty and sweaty and smelly
It is Insanity
image.jpegLove is quietly doing his/her chores without letting him/her know
It is Caring
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Love is being Home

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ASL, PLEASE?

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Her: Hi
Him: Hey There
Her: ASL, please?
Him: How are you doing?
Her: Is that your ASL?
Him: NO, but age is just a number
Her: Well, I am 27, I am from Delhi
Him: WOW, a Delhi girl, today is my lucky day
Her: You a flirt?
Him: No, just an average man, 28/US. But I was a Delhite too once
Her: Oh, were you? I am a dancer
Him: Gawd, Can this day get any better?
Her: Yes, if you are a Guitarist
Him: You never know, I could be
Her: LOL, are you? Seriously ?
Him: Nah, I can’t even hold one correctly, though I tried, sincerely
Her: You know, I know that feeling, I worked hard to learn Piano, but no luck
Him: I have a feeling we can be good friends….
Her: I have that feeling too…..’

This is how it starts every time…

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Love Lingers

All I have left of you, Is your Scent
Of all the sweet moments Spent

The fragrance that has infused my breath
This Essence of First Love, is coming off you
This chronology started the very same day
When you touched me for the very first time

The waves that were made in my naive heart
Are still making storms inside my presence
My heart has paid in full, Dreaming of you
Come, my Love, listen what it has to say

You have awakened those cold fires within me
Quench this strange thirst in my parched soul
The eyes will say it all to you, everything unsaid
Unspoken desire of my being are shimmering in them

You smile softly, making me go weak in my knees
My heartbeat is wavering with each breath
All I have left of you, Is your Scent
Of all the sweet moments Spent

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CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC

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I was going through a rough patch of my life and had nothing better to do. Had exploited all PC games, was bored off being creative, wanted to do nothing, even my favourite pastime, book reading too, seemed a tedious task. Nothing was exhilarating. Nothing appeared to excite me anymore. I was sitting idle when I decided to clean my room. Suddenly I realised, my cupboard was full of books, and all were kept haphazardly. So, I decided I needed to buy a bookshelf.

My aim was to purchase a bookshelf with as little nuisance as possible. I decided to peep into stores right from the sitting room, the solution was none other than online shopping. After a lot of browsing and surfing, I was able to settle for small bookshelf made in Sheesham. It was some Rs 7,500 and looked antique. I was taken by its beauty but scared to…

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The Yellow Flower And Her…

The canopy of the Yellow Be Still Tree flowers was spread out over her as she lay under it with a book in her hand and a straw hat on her face. Her shoes were lying in a heap next to her, and the Yellow five petal flowers from the tree were strewn around her on the lush grass as she removed the hat and squinted her eyes to check the time on her wristwatch. It was a breezy afternoon, and the tree swayed in the wind like a lone dancer moving to a favourite rhythm. Frowning to see the time she sat up and looked up at the sunlight that filtered through the leaves and made a latticework pattern over her. Picking up a fallen bloom she sniffed it, no smell whatsoever. She twisted it between her thumb and forefinger like a Pinwheel, watching it’s petals blur as they spiralled. A smile played on her lips.
Her eyes were fixed on the book, she bent and picked it up. Flipping the pages of the Khaled Hosseini novel, she retrieved a small envelope from its leaves. She removed a folded letter from the envelope and opened it with care. The paper was delicate and seemed like it had been smoothed back after being crushed hard. She placed the letter on her knees and smoothened it out once more, lovingly she did it. The handwriting was slanting and curvy. The T’s and F’s were made exquisitely, and written with a fountain pen. She ran her hand on the paper and kissed the paper as if it were a Bible. Her fingers trembled as she held it up close to her eyes, she wanted to read it one more time, but her eyes, damn her eyes, why were they all blurry. She closed her eyes in desperation, and two fat tear drops fell on the letter, where the sender’s name was signed, making the ink run.
Dear Leah,
I Love you and will keep doing so. You will be a part of my soul, but you can’t be a part of my life. You know why You know I am not Infidel, you see I am bound. Of all the letters I have ever written you, this is toughest one. Never thought one day I will be writing it. Time has rusted our once Perfect relationship. You know how manyTiffs we had, how may reconciliations. When you find this letter, I would be gone, my bags are packed as I write this, I have emptied the drawers as well. I packed it all.
What I haven’t packed are all the rainy days with you, the nights wrapped with you. Some more stuff is there as well. One Autumn, some dried leaves from our garden. Get rid of them for me. One umbrella, with us two under it, I am taking half rain with me, but a damp shirt is still with you, send that. 16 full moon nights and few fake promises, some mock teasing, pack all. Just bury them all, cremate them all for me, I couldn’t muster that much courage.
My last goodbye for you. I Love You……
Carl
She was blinded with tears by the time she read his name, it was wet with her tears. She folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope and kept the envelope in the book before shutting the book close. While standing up she bent down to gather some Yellow Lucky Nut flowers, the tree had many names. They had both spent countless evenings under it. A smile played on her lips as she thought about the time she had told him she will eat its flowers and he had promised her that it will never be needed as he would never leave her. Walking up to the house she picked each flower one by one and ate its petals, one by one she ate them and by the time she was back inside her cottage all the flowers were gone. All the stuff he left behind needed to be buried, just like he told her to. It can go to the grave with her. After all, the tree had one more name, Suicide Tree.

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When Heart Talks…

The loneliness of skies reflected in my heart
Walk into my life, surrender your life and make my music
Be my soulmate, make Love Eternal
Everything I loved was snatched away
They won it all; I lost it all
Lose your heart to me, Let me win this once
Let my song live forever on your Lips
Far away in Horizons, the evening turns to a shy bride
My dreams are lit by your thoughts
My heavy eyes are full of water
Each breath is a sigh, an Agony
Just then, someone stirs my Heart
Touched by you, Didn’t see You
I am still lost in the evening, Spent in your Embrace
You Promised “Never will be Apart, Never will be Two Hearts.”
You call me Infidel; I took all your Pain, I Pine for you now
Don’t be so intoxicated by Ick, Think of me, Think of me
I am a Fire, Stay away, Steer Clear
Don’t be swayed by Love; It is Insanity
The Flame burns her Lover, The Moths of Passion
The Flame warns her Lover, The Moths Never Heed
Flowers always bloom, some are to be Withered
You and Me were bound to Love; You won’t find me again
The Foilage of Autumn, Won’t Blossom in Spring
Once they are gone, those Dusks and Dawns, those Nights and Twilights
This is the lesson of Life, Love and Parting
I am the Poetess of the Moment
I am here; I will be gone too
Just like the Youth, Just like the Innocence

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