A love story

Below the envious eyes,
We met and,
A new story began,
A love story;

Like the princess,
Or the fairy tale,
I was on the 9th cloud,
It was mine,
A love story;

You kissed like rain n ground,
And made me feel,
At a loss,
It was perfect,
A love story;

But last day,
When you had to go,
I was scared,
And i'm sorry for that,
Sorry for not trusting,
Sorry for what passed between us,
But I was scared,
I still am,
That like last time,
A love story,
Would remain undone.

The boy I loved

Pretty houses in the village we overlooked,
And bet on one of them to be ours someday,
It was dawn almost everyday,
When we held our hands,
And swore never to be separate anyday;

A boy he was,
With boyish eyes,
I often wondered would he know,
What a woman's heart was?

In play we tossed,
Our hair into mud,
The careless caress,
That ran shiver down my spine,
I often wondered would he know,
What a woman's love was?

With time I grew,
To be envied by my own eyes,
To become the core talk of a village small talk,
In boyish rashness,
He often drew me near,
Not with love but in fear,
I often wondered would he know,
What a woman's strength was?

After years when I return,
To this humble home of my town,
The houses are delicate like it used to be,
Yet the aura has changed,
And the grasses have yield,
My feet is drawn to this distant land,
We often overlooked,
And promised never to part,
How is it after so many years,
When we were so apart?

Through the window I see a lady,
A fair lady with the skills of this land,
She aught to be his wife,
And a well qualified one,
Anyways I wondered,
How could he ever know what a woman's love was?

 I feel my hips embraced,
And an entice gripping my breadth,
It was similar to those lovely moments on the dusty roads,
But today I must not feel like that....
A kiss with a gentle lip,
I open my eyes,
To see him smile....

(Do I have to say the rest? Common, that lady was some misinterpretation, anybody else-definitely not what I thought ;) )

After 20 years

I had often thought,
What would be my life,
After moving away,
Leaving without you,
Into a life full of emptiness..

Who is it,
Even after 20 years,
I find behind the hollow trees,
Amidst the night stars,
Under the moon light,
Follows me like a shadow,
Where ever I go..

You didn't quit,
And you didn't leave me either,
But I am glad I did,
For after 20 years,
I still love you as much,
Yet you are wasted,
Just like that day,
Loving 'H'(heroin) more than yourself,
And following me to every city I went..

It is sad,
That I must let you wither as my shadow,
For I have quit,
What you could not,
A life of ruthless compromise,
A life of bargain and burden,
A life where I loved something more than you,
I have quit that drug,
Which made me so insane,
I asked you too,
But you rather stayed on..


For in these 20 years,
It was not the Euphoria I missed,
I missed that 'You' beside me,
I had often thought,
What would be my life,
After 20 years I realize,
None of it was planned without you,
I cannot go into that dungeon again,
I wish I could pull you out,
Maybe my love for you was stronger,
Maybe I failed in making you love me as much..

This is a strong voice against drug abuse. It has and will kill many lives. If you support the cause, share it, someone might just find hope, someone might be saved.

Careless Freak

I don't walk with my eyes open,
Reality is not what I like,
My world is no hypocrite,
Nor judgemental,
Ignoring the crowded heads,
Calling me 'Careless Freak';

I like to
Walk on sand,
Feel laughter in my stomach,
Wind through my hair,
Water on the shore;
Where I was born free,
No rules to see,
So Careless and free;

I like to
Hear my heart beat,
Hear the waves hit the rocks,
Hear you scream out
When its too much,
Feel the wet grass beneath our feet,
And the stars over our head;

I'll smile at you like this always,
I'll love you like this always,
But I cannot be bound,
Not because I love you less,
But because you asked me not to change,
Will you hold my hand?

-#CarelessFreak


If you feel the same, please share, let others know how we do. Don't forget to drop in your comments for me.

Feeling Happy? (Tread Psychology)

Here we question ourselves "our we happy?"

Most of you will reply as "don't know".

Suppose I ask "How is your life?"

You might say, "Well, better than most!"

Yet why is it you are confused when I ask you if you are happy. Rationally you should be easily able to say that you are happy. It's fine, you cannot. It is clearly so because we share ourselves in 2 pieces, the memory guy and the experience guy. It experience guy is who experiences i.e. our present. The memory guy is the guy who is created after an experience, who creates a folder of memories everytime something different happens like extreme happiness, extreme tragic, extreme joy, extreme compromise. However the emotion associated with it causes us to feel the way we do. So after years if you get nostalgic and remember fond memories it is because the memory guy has a good emotion associated. Now whenever this comes into play we are typically confused because our state of mind is the present guy yet the feeling is empowered by the memory guy. Only in the present when things happen, the memory guy does not have a say.

The takeaway: We often feel depressed about our life even though it is better than most. This is merely because the memory guy is unable to associate to great good emotions. So we should live the present, create those fond memories and bridge the gap between 'feeling about our lives' and 'living our life'.



Inspired by Daniel Kahneman, supposedly the living epitome of psychology.