Heartbreak
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Inside
You look tired.
Weary. Lanky. Upset.
I see your eyes and I know it.
I know you are trying.
Trying to be strong.
And giving all you can.
It's full of selflessness.
You are full of it.
And yet here you are.
All screwed and at the edge.
Verge of giving it up.
Everything around seems to resist you.
Resist the change in you.
And you end up doing what you think you won't ever do.
You fight yourself over what is right and what is easy.
It's dilemmatic. It's tough. And most importantly, it's not you.
You were clear always.
But no more.
You feel shadowed in your own dark.
But is this the end?
Well, you don't know.
So wait not.
Keep fighting.
Fight for the right.
It won't be easy.
Dumbuldor said so.
Just laugh out loud.
Look back and pat your back for the long way you have covered.
And plunge inside the dark. Light it up from within.
Or be a plankton.
Just glow.
Take it easy even when it's not.
Sit back for a moment.
Listen to Calum Scott telling you that there's a rhythm inside.
And then...
Letter to An Ombrophobic
Dear Ombrophobic,
I hope this letter finds you in your strength and seeks the news of you holding strong against the only thing that you hate the most in this world; rain. I don't have to wonder thinking about how possibly can anyone hate rains. And the reason is me being an ex-ombrophobic.
I know how disgusting it feels to go to work with your sock drenched in mud and water. Or how gloomy and lazy it feels on a rainy morning. I also know how stupid, people sound talking about rain, rather harping about it. And also, the social media. God! That was, perhaps the reason I disliked rains so much. No sooner the rain begins, and floods the drains, your social wall is full of every single person, posting plagiarised posts.
One day, irritated by these stupid stuff, abusing the rains, as I sat on my table in my cabin, my vision accidentally fell on the french window. And there, the...
Recalling Love
We met when we were Young,
Neither of us having an idea that faith had brought us a sun,
To light up the dark alcove of wrath and ache,
To generate feelings of love as calm as a lake.
You came as a blessing in disguise,
To remove the clouds of hurt from my dreary skies,
An ardency of romanticism was about to restart,
As your euphoric love drizzled rivers down my tender heart.
As the days passed one thing we knew,
Time flew and our love only grew,
Realizing your support would eternally come through,
I had finally found my new comfort in you.
The serenity of those late night talks,
And tranquility of our long trail walks,
That breathtaking night when billions of stars shined,
Every single moment spent with you is still intact in my mind.
When you kissed me like there was no refrain,
Leaving my lips drenched in a beautiful patch of stain,
All these moments still keep me engrossed,
After all, some memories are not meant to be lost.
© The Honest Fabler —...
Love, Rose
With the heart beating out excitement, as I walk along her side, I realize that our togetherness was destined. After all our compatibility with each other was beyond expression. From being mere classmates to friends to best friends and finally to being at a point of loving each other forever, we had reach.
This was our first outing off her city and planning it well was must. Then there we were, in middle of the day. The sun setting over the horizon and we walking hand in hand by the mighty Arabian.
The sea always made her happy. Happy beyond limits. She always said that her favourite terrain being the beach. And so the walk by the sea, was on the itinerary of the day. Everything was going as planned, but then life is unpredictable, isn't it?
She stopped in between and I turned around to see why. Holding a red rose in her hand, she got on her knee. With both her...
Date Night
DATE NIGHT
It was a cold and silent night,
With hundreds of stars visible to my sight,
Meeting you after half a hectic month,
I knew I’ll be falling for you all over again, at once.
My ears pleased to hear your voice,
For it was a melody which made me rejoice,
The golden halo that radiated from your eyes,
Sheltered a mystic power of keeping me awake, an entire night.
It felt so soft and warm,
When you smiled and held my arm,
As you pulled my body and soul so close,
It felt as if I landed on soft petals of a rose.
Driving the ambiance burn with romance,
Invoking the feeling to begin our slow dance,
Your aesthetic touch sending chills down my spine,
I held thy hands tight to assert you are only mine.
Cherishing each second of your presence,
Gifting me a vibe so breathtaking and pleasant,
Feeling the grandeur of your warm embrace,
You were about to set my heart ablaze.
The soothing kiss wetting my lips,
Tempting me to go for more romantic trips,
With a...
Umbrella – An Impromptu Fable
The Polka Dotted Umbrella
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Writers are Paranoid
Pre-Script:
We, writers, may be well known and respected for portraying our thoughts in words but there are few secrets that every writer keeps to himself. Now, I may be exaggerating but these are my worst fears and to be honest each of it is a byproduct of paranoia. (more…)...
बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi
बारिश
बारिश के बूंदो ने जो हमे भिगो दिया,
ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर छू लिया।
सौंधी खुशबू आई इस धरती की,
पर ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर पा लिया।
Translation:
When the drops of rain drenched me,
It felt like the lost touch of your fingers.
The petrichor came from the earth,
But it felt like I found my lost treasure- that's you.
It's my first try at a language other than English. Hindi, here. I'd really appreciate your feedback and ways for me to improve! Thank you. ^-^
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