I'm back on lettrs after a very long time. Had taken a break.
How is everyone doing?
In the bellies of beasts
I find myself every night,
My consternation as wild as it could be.
Is it you,
Who brings to life
The numb butterflies in my skin?
Who awakens the tumult in my veins?
Maybe, you say.
Certainly, I say.
How can you fall in love with a person every time you see him, I ask?
Just as you fall in love
With the glow of limerence the sun leaves behind,
Every time it vanishes in the valley
I smell your fragrance,
The one which you leave behind,
Every time you utter your careless whisper
Trying to trace the pattern of your scars
I look into your eyes,
To find answers to my questions,
But, I discover, your eyes are pellucid
Hiding a world beyond them,
A world you don't want to sh...
The only time you should look into your neighbours bowl is to make sure that they have enough. You don't look into your neighbours bowl to see if you have as much as them.
One nice morning as I'm punting through the river of my life, in the meditative sea and under the blanket of blue air, I hear someone shouting, "help us, help us"
I turn around to see, much to my surprise I find Drew sir, lettrs Staff and all the pen pals there.
They were all there, stranded on a lone island, they're all asking me to save them.
But, I can carry only three.
What do I do?
Think shruti think!
I have an idea.
I'll tell them that I want to explore the island and I will return after an hour.
They all give me cold looks.
I disappeared as fast as possible from their sight.
I returned after an hour, as promised.
I told them all that I would rescue everyone and I asked them...
I'm thankful to you.
Thank you for always conveying
My unreturning and strange
Thank you, for letting me
Tell my love, that I love him
Dearly, purely and infinitely.
I had a canvas, but no paints.
Thanks for being the paint
To my canvas.
And most importantly,
Thank you for making lettrs so
I will always be thankful to you.
It's silly at times how life changes, you even fail to trace the path it took, but when it changes, it always changes for the good.
What happens, happens for ones good.
Then, wars between nations killed people;
Now, wars within self kill individuals.
When you see that dark Shadow,
Don't be scared
It means there is light around.
So beautiful, yet so lone
Fragments scattered here and there,
Ornamenting the October sky
The nesh clouds danced.
Hiding the smiling moon,
Making her crave to catch one glimpse of her serene lover.
The naughty moon smiled
And cried out moonlight
Which when touched her
Shone like a Pearl,
As a memoir of their love
She wore it on herself.
A moon up there,
And a moon down here
Oh, what perfect match hath nature made,
Their lights collide and create a new universe,
An eternal love universe.
"I've travelled almost half the globe."
"How is that possible, you are just sixteen?!"
My ticket to the world:
The ocean is my favorite thing!
Because, just like that favourite novel, the ocean always has something different to amaze you. You never truly see the same side of it again. At times, it's calm, serene, almost meditative; rest it is noxious, destructive; but it never stops giving, always leaving us in awe.
Isn't that just marvellous?
Imagine, if we, like the ocean were endless, limitless and ever moving?
Human oceans are like circles; they grow and they swallow people up. We are perfect as we are.
To miss someone you knew, is easier than to miss someone you never met. You exactly know what you miss about that person you met; the talk, the touch, the look? But someone you've never met, you don't know what to miss about him or rather you don't
know what you miss.
I ornament myself with your cinders tonight
Grateful, I have something to lay my lips on.
The beautiful world you Once created,
Where I'm now confined
I wonder why, this autumn night
Every path here leads me to gloom.
The mushy soil, we once rested on
To let lave our souls, today,
In clandestine crawls into my body to eat me up.
The mist which I once floated on
Chokes my breath.
Pool of autumn twilight which I once drown'd in,
Inflames my pleura.
Every ounce of my flesh this moment,
Cries out blood.
O moon, do not laugh at my sorrow
For you, came down to greet your love
Every bright night.
My once cold body,
Burns with rage and desire tonight;
Your sweet, caressing eyes
Shoot balmy arrows at...
You glorify my death. You ask my family to take pride in my course of action, but you, the people must know what I go through. It's not easy, standing there, wondering if I'll be inhaling dust the next second. It's not easy, watch my friend die. Guttering, choking and drowning into oblivion. We crawl through the sludge and die; you sit in studios and discuss my death. It hurts how you politicize my death and romanticize my. I am, but clay. I wonder how you take pleasure in watching the rainbow when the only color you radiate is, hate, war and red.
How good are we at everything we do?
We dream of achieving perfection,
But never perform the needed.
Why not take small steps,
And cross the bridge
Rather than take two big steps,
And trip and fall?
Why not kiss the red hue
Before moving to crimson?
Why not learn to love oneself
Before learn love others?
Why not live the gift
Before it expires?
She loved oxymoron.
He ensured, they both together, made one.
Opposites would now attract.
Puppets of clay and glass, created.
Divine audience, assembled.
From atop the tower of heaven,
He finally clicked play.
O solemn god!
Would you answer a question of mine?
Why is that I'm gifted with a body of resilient clay and a heart of delicate glass?
Look how the moon cries out light
And how the tides rise in might,
To engulf the two tangled souls, one of love and the other of freedom
To transfer them to a parallel universe
In a hope of relieving them of their exploitation by mortal beings.
"Do you believe in forever?"
"Yes, I do. Do you?"
"What makes you believe in it?"
"The universe is forever. As long as the universe exists, love will, our souls will"
"How can you say for sure?"
"Has the otherwise been proven by anyone?"
Music is a language that transcends boundaries. Music is the feeling that you can't express in words. If you feel the lyrics, get lost in the haunting beauty of a tune and can't resist tapping your feat to a good beat, you know the magic that is music. It truly is the greatest gift of humankind, to humankind.
Tell us your favourite melody and also the artist, and why you like that melody and what's the most appealing thing about your favourite.
Tag your letter #mymelody.
"This too shall pass"
This is the quote which keeps me motivated throughout.
It was by Birbal, one of the Navratnas(9 gems) of the mughal emperor Akbar.
I like this quote because when I'm going through a bad phase of my life and I remember it, I know, this too shall pass.
Nothing lasts for eternity and it tells me that I should fight my problem and emerge as a champion because I know there is a solution to it, and my thinking is the solution.
When I'm extremely happy and I remember this, it tells me how even this will pass and I will have to face newer challenges in lie, I cannot keep flying all life, I have to land on the ground to realise what a beautiful experience it is, to be happy.