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I came across this valueless 1 year old expression where I liked my best friend (one sided love) & thought of sharing with all those who must have written love letters only to destroy the love first & then the letters.
On today's date, I don't know where is Uday.
After this letter I sent him via email, Uday made me realize that he was just a beautiful dream. (tears)*
I'm really sorry man, that I have to trail you over here just to read something which has lost all it's importance in the last 5 years.
I remember meeting you 1st somewhere during 2007 when I was sitting at Marine Drive weaning my own thoughts & my phone rings just to start a conversation over books. It was really...
I feel like a large tree, sought birth in soil,
Managed to grow slowly & strong, throwing my being in sun-boil.”
Falls a seed on Earth, don’t know from where,
Pods, pollens, nibbles, or a bird’s ordure in air.
Covers Mother Earth with a blanket of moss,
Nurturing within, in not so healthy fosse.
I’m pushed more down, with a hoof of a beast,
Deep in the ground, I’ll be safe at least.
Days pass by & I feel I’m growing,
A root has come out of me, without me knowing.
The sun has rose, big & bright,
The rays passing through the soil & touching my coat light.
Warm & soothing, the rays have gripped me,
Slowly pulling me up from earth, helping me grow, making me see.
Tiny little leaflets, un...
Dear Citizens of The Republic,
Today is the Republic Day Of India.
The Constitution Of India came into force on today's day in history i.e., January 26, 1950. Being a republic nation, we haven't been able to reinforce laws which is the main elixir of change. Crimes like rape, murder, extortion etc still allows the criminal to live healthily in prison. Amendment of #Section377 Unnatural Offence's Act which criminalizes homosexuality is still not revised to grant equal rights to a rainbow-part of the society. There are so many things which have changed since then but there are so many that are left untouched on the papers of the Indian Constitution.
Mahatma Gandhi said, " Be the change you w...
The day you realise how much you've hurt me emotionally, talk to your conscience. You know Love, every human has to go through some bad phases of life & he/she needs that one person with him, who can be his support. It was the same for me & I couldn't vouch on anybody else but you. But you showed me your back. Several times I asked for forgiveness but you were too busy to show concerns. Why Love?
I am totally broken over my emotions now. I am trying hard to get over you but just can't may be because of some past life connections.
However I pray to God that everything should just end. You've hurt me enough to even make my soul cry.
Please don't treat anyone like this.
I will never forge...
It was such a beautiful field of roses, you standing amidst, arms akimbo. As soon as you saw me, you held them open just to embrace me deeply within you. I ran towards you. Smiles falling apart, beats bouncing in my heart. Until I reached you, you vanished.
I looked for you into those blossoms & they whispered, "he was never there...". I was in utter shock. The field was laughing at me. The thorns mocked. They called me a fool. I looked at them, they were no more green but scarlet. My flesh burnt. I was bruised. They drank my blood like those tiny, thirsty vampires.
I could do nothing but say, "accept me thorns, I shall love you all my life!"
Today I'm waiting for my bud to open... 🌹...
You've dragged me till the cliff. The hook is sharp. It is hurting me badly. You didn't even realise before hitching the hook in my heart which was already weak & wounded.
Time is no longer away to push me down. It can happen any moment & when it happens, I'll leave with a smile. But remember, I will wait for you. I will wait to question, "why did you do this to me even when I loved you for a decade?" & that time you'll have no answer because you'll be guilty. Guilty for your actions, guilty for your ego, guilty for taming your soul.
But be assured, I will not let you wander. I will hold your arm & we'll walk the paths of heaven together because there I know, you will love ...
Marilyn Monroe's last few writing (1956) reveals a complex, sensitive being who peered deeply into her own psyche and thought intensely about the world and other people. What these texts bespeak, above all, is the tragic disconnect between a highly visible public persona and a highly vulnerable private person, misunderstood by the world, longing to be truly seen.
Tender, tortured, thoughtful, the texts in Fragments hint at what Brooklyn-based novelist Arthur Miller, whom Monroe eventually married, must have meant when he said that she “had the instinct and reflexes of the poet, but she lacked the control.”
(her last written lines)
It is rather a determination not to be overwhelme...
On behalf of Marilyn Monroe,
I guess I have always been
deeply terrified to really be someone’s
since I know from life
one cannot love another,
On behalf of Marilyn Monroe,
To have your heart is
the only completely happy proud possession thing (that ever belonged to me)
I’ve ever possessed so.
PS: In 1956, Monroe traveled to London to shoot The Prince and the Showgirl. She stayed at the Parkside House, a luxurious manor outside the city, and used the hotel stationery for her thoughts. The above lines are penned down on the hotel's letterpad.
On behalf of Marilyn Monroe,
Feel what I feel
within myself — that is trying to
become aware of it
also what I feel in others
not being ashamed of my feeling, thoughts — or ideas
realize the thing that
they are —
On behalf of Marilyn Monroe,
Oh damn I wish that I were
dead — absolutely nonexistent —
gone away from here — from
everywhere but how would I do it
There is always bridges — the Brooklyn
bridge — no, not the Brooklyn Bridge
because ... I love that bridge (everything is beautiful from there and the air is so clean) walking seems
peaceful there even with all those
cars going crazy underneath. So
it would have to be some other bridge
an ugly one and with no view — except
I particularly like, in particular all bridges — there’s some-
thing about them and besides these, I’ve
never seen an ugly bridge.
On behalf of Marilyn Monroe,
I am both of your directions
Somehow remaining hanging downward
but strong as a cobweb in the
wind — I exist more with the cold glistening frost.
But my beaded rays have the colors I’ve
seen in the paintings — ah life they
have cheated you!
I'm on the train now & just over heard a little girl telling her mother that she wants to become a doctor & her little brother popped like a jack-in-the-box, saying, "I will fly rockets".
I guffawed, literally as my thought rewind to the day I was small & ever since then I nurtured the thought of becoming something. Something.. mmm... I mean, something extravagant, extra ordinary, unusual, surprising. I mean it's like a dream, I dream of being a PORN★STAR.
I introduced myself to porn at a very young age & since then I loved & awestrucked myself with the holy acts. Even today, my dream is yet my baby. I don't know if I'll ever let it become an adult but hopes never die. I'...
Dear Mother Earth,
You're in a terrible state of self-destruction after all what man has done to you. I know man has tried your patience by ruining you though you kept forgiving him time & again.
Man destroyed you. He drilled objects into Your core to obtain things for his need. He burdened You with iron, cement & concrete. He slaughtered Your green children who held their roots deep within You. I can't even empathise however hard I try because You're an identity of the universe, a living planet in the gigantic space, even sun pampers You with his warm light.
Mother Earth, You were born millions & millions of light years before us & now I believe it's time for you to say a goodbye. You're...
This post is for all those people who usually travel on
MUMBAI LOCALS from the first class compartment & some bad day they just decide that, 'why not try the second class?'
Well, believe me when I say this. Drop your thought, right now!
I travelled through the 2nd C the other day & hell fell on me. I did this because many people suggested, that I will save a lot of money, I will get the same crowd or much lesser than usual because I travel on the other side etc, etc. And so I decided to try the journey. To my dismay, I was disgusted! Disgusted to an extent where I felt I've sinned & went to down-down hell to suffer all of this.
Sweat stinks; proletarians; labours; slum ...
Dear Single Men & Women can read too,
I know I am right not to settle, but it doesn’t make me feel better to stay home on friday night with a bottle of wine & make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself, "This is perfect", as if I’m the one dating me.
So, I set myself on dates. Neat, clean & tidy dates. Dates with men who are nice & good-looking & smart, perfect-on-paper men. Because isn't that what dates are for: trying to explain ourselves, trying to make ourselves known. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?
But, NO! That is not what happens. I SUFFER! Suffer through their stutter of jokes, misunderstood. Their witty remarks lobbed & missed. Their stupid talks. I being ...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
It is half past midnight & I'm in Churchgate, South Bombay. I've just arrived uptown working friday-hard in the suburbs. I've found an ideal corner to rest my butt & draft this letter for all those thousands or may be hundreds or may be even tens, who desire binging on something or the other.
I am craving for a muffin & some coffee. But I want a reason to have it. Let me think . . . (I'm thinking) . . . (I'm not hungry) . . .
Ok, so I've got a thought, "why not treat myself for being a good father to my cats?" (that's a perfect reason!)
I've crossed the not-so-busy junction of Horniman Circle. I'm tresspassing the Hutatma's (Martyr's) erected to my left & the Flora Fount...
My Dear Love,
Each night before I sleep, I check every nook & corner of my phone's IM to see if there is a message displayed, reading your name but to my terrible fate, there isn't any.
For I'm off to sleep now, I've requested my soul to leave my body & meet your soul & kiss it hundreds of warm kisses. I don't know where are you but my eternal loving soul will seek your eternal loving soul which you've disguised with ego & pride.
For I know Love wins because it's true & unadulterated unlike any other emotion.
Love you S.
- Always yours.
There are so many amongst you who call me immodest. Utter bragger & boaster of things. Well, particularly that isn't true. Immodests, braggers & boasters are those who have nothing or even if they do, it isn't theirs.
I particularly show up things that I have, I own & which I control. I show up substances because they're mine & I know that there are several others out there who look upon, learn & get inspired. However, even my family thinks I show off when I talk & even drink my coffees. But all of this, people feel because they can't.
I have tasted the bitter berries of life to reach here. I have not struggled to raise my standards but I empathised, nurtured love, kindness & co...