A little here and there

In an already directionless life, meeting an unknown and taking turns on every road we walk together isn't easy but surely worth a try. Sometimes, you just can have a good time. Maybe, the best time. You might never want the fun and night or day to end because it seemed beautiful enough with the unknown too and there's always room for a company to vision beautiful things. Fortunately, if the unknown becomes known, you can certainly not deny that your try was a success. Maybe, they will be in your 'adventure list of crazy things' with a lot more to come. Now because they're not anymore unknown. So, maybe, going a little here and there helped and certainly, the little here and there was fun. Having tried that, I've learnt going a little here and there won't harm but become a part of your life and amazing memories.

Beep beep beep!

I woke up and saw that beautiful face beside sleeping yet, at its most innocent state. Though, it was calm and silent, it said out things loud. Yes, he was snoring. I couldn't help but giggle. Trying to kiss without waking the innocent victim of mine, I bent forward to plant one on his cheek and suddenly, I was awestruck when I was slid down and kissed in the most romantic way. Well, he's always been a good actor or maybe, it's just me. *winks* And then, the Mr. Innocent falls back to sleep but this time all snuggled up with me. Joy was the only perfect word that could define all of this. Woken up by the unumerous snoozed alarms, we finally ended the play and rose to see that we both were late for our respective jobs. Showering together, my only thought was "let's not go to office today" and he read my mind. We decided to bunk and go out on a date. Yep, we were that couple who'd go on dates even after being married. But ours was a different way. We went to the kitchen, making breakfast together although it was just bread and butter accompanied with coffee for me and tea for him. Having done that "too much" of work, we rested our asses on the sofa. Fighting to go the beach or movie was our forever dilemma. And as always, we were going to the beach because we were married and fortunately, I was the wife.

*Beep beep beep*

Yeah, all a dream. Gladly, it was about that time it'd come true. My innocent victim is still beside me, snoring ofcourse.

Turning modest or modern?

The whole idea of being modern is leading to people being modest. Not just this generation but also the ones prior to them. No, to be modern, one doesn't need to show off their body, wear less clothes or act seductive. It is all the matter of thinking, not showing yourself physically. However, some people seem to have adopted it the wrong way. Being modern leads to the broadness in thinking, vanishment of narrow thinking, being open to choices and choosing wisely the best and most apt one. Being modern never did and never will mean being modest. This term has been totally misinterpreted by people from a long time now. It doesn't matter what you wear or what you do, you can still be modern. Accepting the way this century is living is being modern, irrespective of choosing to live the same or not. Being modern is to be open to new and good thoughts, trying to know new things, be in pace with time. That, is modernisation. While, even if you show off, wear western clothes, be sexually attractive or any crap like that doesn't make you modern except for when you change what's inside that little head. The thinking. That's what is needed to be modern, feel the modernisation and be a part of it.

Sooner or later

Sooner or later, you realize. Sooner or later, you understand that you haven't yet given up. Sooner or later, your tracks start to change. Sooner or later, your thoughts turn into plans. Sooner or later, you're divided.
Sooner or later, you get to know the bad out of the good. Sooner or later, you stop and breathe. Sooner or later, you realize it's not the end. Sooner or later, procrastination plays. Sooner or later, you try and try and still don't succeed. Sooner or later, your advantages turn into disadvantages. Sooner or later, your life shows you its side effects. Sooner or later, the leaf leaves its acquaintances. Sooner or later, your life becomes a big circumcised trouble because sooner or later, everything changes and with them, sooner or later, you change too.

Misery

Him: "I'll miss you."
Her: "As if I won't."

In an already long distance relationship adds another misery of not being able to contact at all and then for one hell of a long month, my life seemed to end pathetically. We were both surely sad just that I had more time to think about the sadness in my life than him. Also, unfortunately, more time to get affected by the whole sadness. Clearly, life and I were battling and certainly, I was nowhere near to win it. With every time and tide, the misery struck me nice and wise. "Cool!", I said facing straight at my bad luck and blaming every inch of all this to it. Nevertheless, it didn't really seem to make things any better. Facing it just got me more close to realising how away I was from him. Reality sucks, truly. It kills every fathom of your happiness with its sharp sword used very cleverly on people like me. Sad but true. Moreover, not being able to even wish each other on the so-called day of love, Valentine's day, was pricking nicely to me. Those thorns- couples engrossed in love were really helpful enough to this misery and kept pricking until I'd bleed. They were indeed successful. I could sense worst feelings flowing with the blood and alcohol in my body together. And as a matter of fact, these will come to me every now and then, just to make me realize how much of a happy life I cannot have.
Sweeeeet!

Just glad it was me

With the small talks we seldom had,
With every word that slipped your lip,
With every star that shined bright for us to see,
With the sun spreading its glorious nudity,
With every bite of love you took,
With the not-so-precious time you wasted with me,
With the toxic intake of nothing even close to low toxicity,
With the hand that chose to play around high-fives,
With every note of the song you sang for me,
With love shown bright in the eyes I barely stared,
And with all that coming at once straight,
I knew you loved somebody,
Just glad it was me.

Incredible India!

On one hand, there's an institution run up as MARD to stop rape and discrimination and on the other, there's another rape case being filed in the police. The way the faith in humanity is deteriorating because of the upcoming disasters of rape is hilarious and fastening. Nonetheless, nobody charges themselves responsible of the environment around them or the one they're actually living in. Another 17-year-old is the victim of such an issue and we're just here writing, reading and feeling sorry for the life in her which has now ended. Men turning into such animals is not only shocking but at the same time, most shameful. Moreover, all this has somehow become a part of a country unknowingly and we aren't even bothered about vanishing it. Irony is we have accepted it so easily. It is truly said, "People hear, feel anger and pity, talk about it for a few days, come up with a temporary action plan and forget." That's how we "Indians" are literally defined and it is becoming truer day by day. With a country where their own women are not safe, there's no bloody use of any bill because it will be passed temporarily with raging anger, talked about, misused and forgotten. That's who we really are or rather have become. It's high time but nobody really wants to face it. Just like every other time, we'll know, talk, feel and forget. Incredible India!

Him.

He is never like the morning sunlight ray,
He is the one who just makes my day,
Without being beside,
Without setting everything aside.

He is something I can never forget to remember,
And is someone who breaks my heart into few,
Only to keep one of the two.

He is surely silly enough to have no brains,
But certainly someone with the biggest heart.

His eyes too true to lie,
While they see my.

His smile isn't just a quick phase,
But something that my mind can forever chase.

"It's not what you think it is."

This is totally a rant post so readers, you can surely go ahead and avoid it but if you happen to read it, I apologize you already. Have fun, maybe.

This is of that point of time when I totally literally give up. Of my life. Of me. Of my relationship. Everything. It's just a phase (maybe) which hits me hard enough to leave a mark, better much, scar to give a glimpse of it when I recall it. My whole beautiful life turns out to be a bigger disaster than the whole movie 2012 together. Yeah, you feel sorry, right? You should be. I need that. Atleast from someone. My imaginary friend too has left me all alone this time, not that it was even a sprinkle of help but still. Atleast, it was there. Sigh. Boyfriend's off sailing, my health is fucked up, my family sucks the hell out of me and my finally existing job starts to become non-existent. Somehow. It's too common, I know. But it sure as hell doesn't make anything easier. Just that I feel sorry for me and everybody in this. The worst part is I don't even have an idea how to deal with it. LOL. Turns out I'm a beginner at it. And beginners tend to have their luck, I've heard. Although I'm not sure about mine.