I am not a heart breaker!

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Darling,

I am not a heart breaker!
Believe me when I say I’ll hold your heart with all that I have…
Believe me when I say those three magical words.

You are not a joke to me…
Believe me when I say I’ll carry you all day in these arms when you are wounded.
Believe me when I say I’ll stand by you…

And I understand well,
That no one has given more chances than a heart that is broken!
So do what you have been doing.
Let me be a contender today…

And I’ll love you,
More than anything
For once and always
For ever and ever…

Darling,
Believe me…
I am not a heart breaker!
🙂

Make the odds go even…

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How odd is it inside me…
And for you its just words!

How odd is that!
Everyone can not feel the euphoria running in your veins
Everyone can not listen to the beats that freak you out …
or the lyrics that define your life

How odd is that!

Because you are forced to believe that you might…
Have this ‘Alexithymia’ sticking to your tongue!

But may be… just may be

We also don’t understand people to the extent of their feelings!
And there is nothing bad about that.

Because we can only know the things
But understand only when it occurs to our life…

So…
let some mysteries and magics linger only in between you and your life

Understand this musing,
And you can always make the odds go even…
Have a good life! 🙂

To find a human…

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I really don’t know
how she survive these battles
with the world and her honesty
But somehow
She is able to stand more and more loyal after every fall!

Every time you see her,
You see definitions of love;
you don’t believe really exists!
The love you think is long lost in fairy tales

I see that twinkle in her eyes
when she kisses the cup of morning coffee

And on the same time when her eyes are full
With a romantic novel resting in her hands

My love,
I just want to say
that you are beautiful…
Magic find its way beneath your skin!

I know that you might never say those majestic words…
But I love the ways you choose
to express your feelings…

The way you hug…
when you are about to leave
The way you write
I was just kidding”
after anything you feel

I have been trying to fill these spaces
with all the metaphors I know…
But nothing can describe exactly
what you carry in your core!

If anybody ask me
What is peace…
I would say that
It is defining you, describing you
Because the most difficult thing I see around
Is to find a human!

One of them…

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Its not easy all the times,
To carry the same love for all
For the ones, You don’t hope to be with.

But you have to understand…
We all are here for nothing but love…

Tell me One good reason, Why you are here!

Before sending you here, there was no other mission…Other goal
And its suffice to say, All that god expects from us,
Is learning to survive hate,
Turning it into love.

And believe me,
These people might be so full…
that hate would be brimming out of their tongue, their actions and almost everything…

But they too carry a human in their bones.
They just put on layers of hate
They just pretend they are rock hearted!

You received flowers at your birth,
And you will receive them…
on the doom day,
People will yearn! for the tenderness you had,
For your love
And this I make you very sure,
These people that show hate…would be one of them 🙂

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Keep loving,
Have a good day buddies 🙂

Is love nothing?

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They say, it is infatuation…
In the life of light,

a fluctuation…

Should he believe them…?

When they say…
‘Love is nothing’

His life was good…
But when he saw her,
her flawless soul
whispered –

“it can be better”

He was afraid,
for their friendship…
Thus, he never said his heart out!
And let the time tell her,

His feelings…

But all that time gave her,
was misunderstanding!
Fears… Emptiness…

And wrapped with darkness,
The gift of tears…

Because He thought time always heals,
but never knew! it steals…

She left him!
May be because
She loved him in parts…

And what she hated…
Rejected!

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May be, He never got love…

but he did…

So,should he believe them…?

When they say…

‘Love is nothing…’

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The school… You miss it? or you missed it!

Oh!
I miss my school…
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How,
in a cute sense of fear of a strict teacher, I ran like a chick into my class,

And how,
As soon as the bell rang, I tried to be the first one to step out of the school.
Dude, believe me I ran faster than Usain Bolt that time… :-p

How I carved those desks, sitting alone, watching like nobody is watching me and then writing the name of my crush and then tried to erase it completely so that no Byomkesh Bakshi can even doubt my hand writing !!

How,
Passing smile at each other radiated the top secrets and eyes that spoke so much!
Every thing had the exact pleasure, i wanted
It was all about joy and friendship…

Alas! I can’t pull the rope again…
I have lost the tug of war against time
I wish I had a time machine!

These are the kind of words, the stuff I heard  from my fellow guys and girls.
Yes, they would put to words, those dazzling moments the same way.

BUT

I have never been one of such personalities. I too have missed my friends, have written the memories on the page of life with the ink of friendship. Such memories that if i begin to spell, would make it to days…
But still, that’s not all i can think of and write about when i sneak into the scent of those mesmerizing days…

Actually,
Rather than friends and fun only,
I always have and forever will…miss the vibes that kissed my very being the first day i put my first feat to that beautiful building, my school.

The way, we friends shared the food
And sometimes, those little stealings from the lunch box that contributed so much to the innocence phenomena…
But soon, the tables we joined to come closer to friends, to converge with them, to enjoy the meal…turned to the disfigured wood mangled with the compasses and sharp pencils that reflected our secrets!
I can sense the pain of those whooping desks…

Oh! those classroom walls…
Full of charts and hey! there hung my chart, that one of the walls did hold when i won my first chart making competition.
But as the time passed, the walls were stamped by the dirty shoes.
I can perceive the tears it shed.

What to say about the playgrounds!
Where our egos burst screaming! when they saw us lending hands to our oppositions and friends.
This way, we fed the white spirits in us with the delicious meal of sportsmanship.

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Time has been growing and,
It has been

Two years…

And i still, when pass by my school or come closer to that area, get goosebumps!
And then that overwhelming brimming out feeling again! when i put my first step into that building again.
It feels like it has its own cosmos, it hugs me with all the affection it can afford. I go to my classroom again like that kid Usain Bolt with the same spilling out enthusiasm and excitement!

I reach my classroom breathing heavily and read the label stuck to the wall ’10th A1′ and smile… 🙂
It was none less than a child that runs for his chocolate and never gets tired.
I enter and see, the blackboard that prepared me for life! the The chalk box, my teacher’s cupboard, the podium where my nervousness magically centrifugated to the confidence i earned after the first speech i gave… those desks, the same wall.
An impulse in me was finally cherished… 

Full of tears,
Once again as i was sent to school the first day,
Slowly sat on the desks,
I lent my ear to it and it spoke to me my childhood.
“Oye aaj tu kya laaya hai?” (What did u bring today in lunch box)
“Aaj mamma ne ye bheja hai” (today mom sent this)
“Yaar ye to meri favourite sabzi hai (hey this is favourite meal)
“Kamine thoda kam kha” (You dog! eat less :-p )
“Baaki sabko milega par tujhe ni dunga ( All others will get some meal, except you )

All those voices it kept within it, it just transmitted into me and brought to me an immense happiness!

Then, i hug that wall.
Sometimes, it is damn cold!
But it has a warmth that has given life to my days…everything I crave for!

FINALLY,

I come to my playground, turned around, imagine all those scenes playing like an emotional movie in my head…and i breathe in the vicinity…
I mean, my school was – A home away from home.

It has made me realize that there is nothing more beautiful than childhood and essence…
Essence is the mother of all memories… 🙂

They are rare that miss the ‘school’,
others just missed it…

So people must think, when they say they miss their school.
Because most of them miss their peers….

So which of the two,
Do you miss often…

The classmates, the school, or both?