Dear Past, please come back

Dear past,

Dear past please come back. I am speaking of the good memories here. The ones where you look back to and smile upon, those unforgettable beautiful little moments in our lives. Calling out to that past, please come back…


The times when you said we were inseparable, the times when you used to wake up early just to talk to me, the times when I had to force sleep you, the time when you used to fight with me for not giving you the time, the time when unplanned things were unacceptable to you, the times when it was important to see me through that screen from your phone every single day, the time when you were upset I couldn’t call one day, the times when you were obsessed over me, the times when I was your first and never taken for granted… that time in the past- can you please come back?


I know we are still the same-love and love forever types, but why aren’t we like before? How is anything I do is okay with you and you think the same with me too? Why do you not fight with me like before? Why does it not bother you like before? 


Do you think relationships over time, tend to make you take the other person for granted? Or simply not as interested as before…?


Has this happened to you too? What do you think? 

Round and round I go


Round and round we go

Round I learnt to write first

Round is my face

Round is the sun I see

Round is mother Earth they say

When I go round and round

Do I grow in round and round

Life is a circle or a straight line

How do I pull you to a line

Efforts from me seem never enough

Because we are going not close enough

I try and try only in vain

Why to try when it’s only disdain

Near yet so far

A year still ajar

For love for growth

A mirror an oath

Helpless tries

Hopeless feelings

Love defies logic

He defies logic

Happiness you sneaky little thing

Growing old is everything

Together we are happy I think

What is happiness

Without you human being

And it’s Papa’s day!!! 

Hey you’ll.. it’s apparently father’s day and may be I thought I’ll write something on it.. 

I think we should always thank our fathers and mother’s every day.. but let’s do the same a little extra today.. hehe 

You did not hold me when I fell

Learning to walk

You did not take me to school

When I was little

But nobody held me like you did

When I was in the dark

And Nobody could shake me

You made me no brittle

You are my rock

You always have my back

You made me what I am today

Boy or girl didn’t matter in your day

My dad, my strength, my inspiration

Everyday is your day

Why celebrate only today

However, it’s Sunday

Happy father’s day  

Have you ever felt so disappointed in ourself that you cannot face yourself?

When I wrote the title of the post, I asked myself “Are there people out there who would feel the same way or is it just me?” Then I decided to write anyway.

Is it easy to feel disappointed in oneself?

What do you think is hardest?  admitting that you were wrong and hence the utter disappointment or the fact that you never thought you would do something that is disappointing?

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Whatever that be, when you get that sinking feeling, you start to doubt everything that you ver believed about yourself. That negative feeling is so gripping that it will attach to you like a leech.

What do you do? How do you get over it?

P.S. If you have gone through such a phase, let us know how you handled it. any suggestion is welcome.

Two words? 

If you had to say two words about ‘relationship’, what would you say? 

I would say “not easy” 😂 

Let me know what you all feel about it 🙂 

Kristen Stewart – making a wave with her statement

I did not exactly love Kristen’s character in Twilight but my cousins made me watch that vampire human werewolf love trilogy trilogy anyway. But of the three, it was Kristen who I wanted to see more of. So I started following her like a decent totally not a weird type – social media stalking. And her almost shaved head look with blond hair , I fell in love with.

The reason I am talking about her so much is to bring into attention about what she said recently. It was Met Gala where everyone has a theme to follow and there she was, dressed  differently. Still showing off her blond hair do  which glittered in the paparazzi lights and she wore  something of  a dress. She was not in those flowy gowns with perfect hair or the epitome of ‘red carpet look’. She looked different. And I loved it. Her confidence that came attached to her dress was just amazing. Earlier that day in an interview she was asking some troubling yet proving questions. She was asking why the red carpet  entries demand a woman to be in a dress and high heels and doesn’t say that to the  man. Something on those lines I remember. It was like asking FBI the questions about confidential matters, you’ll never get a true answer to. But her questions did have a point though.  

Now it’s up to us to think, to what what extent are we going to break the rules and non conform to the rules socially acceptable terms? Are we crossing a line when we ask such questions each time? Kristen just echoed questions of many and it got me thinking. What do you think?

PS: This is entirely my view. I don’t intend to hurt any sentiments here or like to be called feminist. But this is what I feel. Let me know your thoughts 🙂  

Aren’t friends supposed to be there for each other? 

My best friend is not the same anymore. It’s a friend closing a decade now. We have had our ups and downs, been through hell and worse but always found time for each other. And I know we always had each other’s back. But now, it doesn’t feel the same. Good friends are hard to find and I had the best one. Well, I still think I have.. 

All I needed was the friend

To listen

About the day I had

About the food I ate

About the dress I bought

All I needed was the friend

To laugh

At my poor jokes

At my weird accent

At my dress I wore last night

All I needed was the friend

To be there

When I slipped

When I cried

When I lied

When I wanted to confide

All I needed was the friend

To see me

For who I am

For the real person I am

To tell me I am still me

To tell me she is still the same

To hold my hand

To say it’s all right

All I want is you my dear friend

Nothing more