Maya Angelou

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

(Salute to the sensitivity which did not miss these little twinkling lessons and the courage to nourish and let thrive this sensitivity.)

Words.

Tribute to Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

One of the few writers who weaved magic with words and I love getting lost in his world.

               
                         The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body 
                         and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them 
                         that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.” 
                                                                  

                                                                                    - Memories of My Melancholy Whores

metamorphosis

my skin stretched
as did my soul

my eyes cried
as did my beliefs

my feet curled in
as did my fears

my brain nuanced
as did my perspective

my heart expanded
as did my consciousness

my stomach churned
as did my ego

my body redesigned
as did my being

my hands reached out
as did my faith

to save the world I knew
and the self I'd grew

but certain imminence is undefeated
a certain epiphany destined

i felt the tug and pull
it gripped intense

i felt the burn
of metamorphosis

faith

their attraction is vehement

shameless, even brutal

every glance 

laden with hints of desire

every act 

confirming belongingness 

every day 

inches them closer

every night 

knots them tighter

each says nothing

knowingly letting down the other 

the unsaid is beautiful

anticipation of confession

more thrilling

the magic waxes

the magic wanes

a serendipitous faith in imminence

glues them till date 

our love

our love lies in this little space between 

we never cross

it lies in the unsaid and silences

we never violate

it lies in gaze and the smile

we never exchange 

it lies in the music and songs

we never sing 

it lies in the letters and cards

we never write

our love we nurture

not by tight embraces and deep kisses

but our love we nurture 

by abiding to these things

Dialectics of living

Oh! the ecstasy of fulfillment coupled with
the agony of foolishness

the joy of bringing joy coupled with
the disappointment from callousness without

some people come at a cost
some things come at a cost
none worth keeping anyway

tujse guftagoo mein raat yu nikharti hai
ke ab toh subah hoti hai chaand se