Quintessence

Poetry is the last medicine for bleeding souls. And it heals you like a magic potion. First time I had a taste of what masqueraded as love,  First time my heart shattered to billion pieces First time I learnt about the bittersweet reality called life,  That's when I first encountered poetry. And when I met poetry, She came like a soothing quilt in freezing winter,  A long awaited shade in a beautiful summer,  And like the last leaf of autumn. She came when I least expected her. And she stayed, like true love. Like a shoulder I can lean upon,  Arms I could embrace, And a soul I'd merge into. And everytime I wrote She didn't give me smile  She gave me life.

Note:  I have always been fascinated by the experience my peers share in terms of their smoking, so I took to personally interviewing some of my friends (almost an ethnographic research) towards getting to understand their world & experience so I could write this post for you all. Disclaimer: By no means are we encouraging smoking behavior among any age group, cohort. The post is purely written with a mixture of imagination and experience derived from participants in the research. Credit:Unsplash Flanked by a confounding number of strangers from diverse walks of life, from diverse vocations, status, mentalities, you have one spot where the probability of 10 completely different people meeting at one random place, become one. It ain't holy, it ain't saint-like, it ain't Christian. Yet it is one that invites a lot of these completely unrelated souls. “Chai Sutta ka Tapri” (Tea kadai with cigarette) Though there are million other places in the world, a mall, a theatre, a...

  L ittle L onger, L ittle S tronger Sometimes life wouldn’t offer what you want, In fact, it takes away what you already have. Sometimes it breaks your heart It could also give you traumas... Makes you question your existence And may make you wanna end everything… But you know what? It also makes your stay, makes you endure Makes you look at light at the end of tunnel Makes you believe in yourself and Stay a little longer, A little Stronger… For deep inside, beyond all those traumas and pain You still want to wait and feel love if possible You still hope one day life will bloom And you will experience Love, happiness and joy After so long in your life… Maybe you would, Maybe there will be giggles and laughter Maybe you will have shoulders to lean on to and have your tears wiped as well... That Day,… that day you will be glad, You will be glad,   That you stood when the world expected you to sway, That   you bolstered when they expected you t...

Warning : Phase reaching expiry period :) Millions of butterflies fly in my tummy as I write this post with utmost happiness reminding myself of the last few days left in bachelorhood. A phase that wasn't spent chilling and hanging out with peers/friends in distant land but spent simply as precious time with most valuable people of life- Family. Parents, Siblings, Cousins, Niece, Nephew and a cute little one waiting to join us soon. The bliss of being with your family after ages and subconsciously migrating to the setup of joint family with your peepz. Well, that is a different kinda joy. I've travelled to so many cities, states, had different journey but nothing was as rewarding and as reminiscing as time with your own fam jam. People & Experience that are just yours : - Scolding from dad for mistakes you didn't do - Unconditional love from mom which you wonder if you ever deserve - Sisters with whom you get the once in a lifetime opportunity to live together all ove...