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You Were Perfect

The innocence of a child

Passion beyond wild

You were perfect

You were mine

A year passed

Then two

The fire within us fresh

You were perfect

You were mine

My belief in you

Was like a rock

As strong as our love

Then one day

You weren’t so perfect….

You weren’t mine anymore

You weren’t the truth I knew

You were someone beyond my dreams

You weren’t so perfect my dear

My heart shattered

Not because of your indifference

But because you were not the truth

Not the belief I had

You weren’t so perfect my dear

Oh! How I wish

I could open my heart to you

To show you how I look at you

As pure as a child

But, you weren’t so perfect my dear

Your lies hurt not because you lied

But because you need not to

Your every thought good or bad

I can take it as it is

You were so perfect my dear

You were my pride

My heartbeat that kept me going

I hope you to see you one day

As when I started to know you

You were so perfect my dear

So perfect.

Love,

H ❤️

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From where I stand

From where I stand

I see a rose

Dazzling in the sunlight

Engraved in poise

From where I stand

I see a perished leaf

A little life left

Magnificent in its grief

From where I stand

I see an empty pot

The mud in it calling

Leaves that have been left to rot

From where I stand

I can feel the wind

And the sunlight in full bloom

Sweeping off my untamed hair

Abundant warmth to decimate my gloom

From where I stand

I see a world

Where beliefs are engraved in hearts

From where I stand

I see a world

That does not follow the herd

Love

H 💖

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The Dark Room

Humid corners

Eerie noise

Intrigued by it all

I forget my poise

I traverse

Traverse into the room

Nothing appealing

Oh! It resembles a sad tomb

Yet a connection

A familiarity touches my heart

In spite of its ugliness

I just couldn’t depart

Nothingness filled it

Void and vacuum alike

Just like this heart

Which I call ‘mine’

The silence or the noise

Whatever you may call

This queer room is a canvas

Of my equally dead soul

Run! You may run

But I call it my own

Possessed in it completely

I can happily drown

H ❤️

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Lillies

The sweet odour of roses

In hues of scarlet and cerise

Approved by the herd

For her it was unheard.

Lillies and their charm

Their beauty filled the whole farm

Long ombré petals

In their serenity she revels.

Lillies loved the care

With her they made a wonderful pair

The hues of orange, yellow and pinks

With joy, made her eyes blink.

They thought of her as a lunatic

Partly, because she’s always been a sidekick

And then she started comparing

The beauty of Lillies with the mighty roses.

There were questions and doubts

How on earth do her Lillies flout

The age old norms of roses

Being the best among all.

She sank deep into a jungle

Forgot the ethics to mingle

With the roses lovers

Her Lillies brutally murdered.

H❤️

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Illusionary Fall

As I tread,

Softly,

Into the woods,

Hazy night,

Moonlit,

Stars shining bright.

I see a squirrel,

Prancing down the bushes.

The carefree manoeuver,

The glee in its eyes.

All seemed unnatural,

In that nature’s paradise.

I walk closer,

Curiosity deepening in my mind.

As I reach for it,

I fall into a dark pit.

At first,

It was scarier than I thought.

But as I feel deeper,

It was freedom,

That engulfed my dreary heart.

I, for once,

Wasn’t complaining.

The fall, as it may seem,

Was a much awaited liberation.

I fell deep,

Deeper than it appeared.

And reached a moist spot.

I saw my own reflection.

I saw,

Beauty all around.

What is this place?

I thought.

Confused,

I forgot of the mighty fall.

Lilies, lotuses, roses,

And what not!

I couldn’t believe,

My luck. Oh God!

And the beauty,

The peace,

That I yearned for.

I could see it in the dark pit.

I experienced it,

Because of the fall!

Love,

H ❤️

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Untamed

You rise,

And fall,

And still go on.

 

You care,

You cry,

And still  manage to love.

 

You are power,

You are life.

But still treated as a mice.

 

The  beauty within,

Is unimaginable.

But still,

Your silhouette is what they savor.

 

You are the creator.

And the nurturer.

But your chains,

They tell a different story.

 

You are blamed.

You are tamed.

You are a prisoner,

In the hands of your creation.

 

They cheat,

They sly,

They rip off your mind.

And still,

With every single vein,

In your body,

Burning in flames.

You rise.

Rise like a Phoenix.

With love ever-flowing.

 

Oh! My love.

How? How on Earth?

How do you manage?

To be so forgiving?

 

They burnt you alive.

Threw you on a live pyre. 

Your own blood.

It just kept quiet…

 

You were draped.

In silks and cotton.

In long flowing skirts.

Hoping to shut your soul,

To a world full of potential.

 

Break this glass of illusion.

My dear.

Break it.

Let them typecast you.

Let them keep you in a cage.

 

You spread your wings.

Your beautiful, white hued wings.

And break free.

To reach the skies.

Skies full of your dreams.

 

Be your own creation.

And not the creator, 

Of ruthless dictators.

Who betray,

Lie,

And leave you in abyss.

 

You are the creation.

Of a world,

That belongs to you.

And not the puppeteers,

That you created.

 

You are,

Untamed.

 

Love,

H

 

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Freedom From Stylists!

I’m always up for something different for my readers! I was watching the Independence Day speech by PM Modi and just couldn’t resist writing this post. I’ll let you know in a minute.

Well, let me put it in this way. There are some people in the public eye, who need to shake up their wardrobe a little. Without much blabbing, let’s get into it!

1. PM Narendra Modi- No politics this time. I’m not being biased. But did you see what he wore at the Red Fort this morning? It was so hot and I definitely saw some of the audience wiggling the pamphlets they were carrying in order to get some respite from this August heat. But, the cool PM Modi was wearing a jacket over his kurta!! How he manages to do that, I’ve got no idea.

modi

2. Arvind Kejriwal- Now, I like this guy and his honesty. But what is that muffler? We are all common people, but I don’t see the majority of us donning that tacky muffler. Definitely recommend a good stylist!

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3. Radhe Maa- Radhe Maa, your’e so pure and pious. But that blush!! Every time I see it, I wanna pick a blending brush and blend blend blend!!! Why is it so concentrated, Maa? Also, you connect well with your followers by wearing the dresses they gift you, but please Maa, this red skirt with red top, red hat and red thigh high boots is a fashion faux pas!

radhe maa1

I heard you roam about in a Jaguar, Maa? If you got the resources, then why wear this 90s lehenga? Get some haute couture one, Maa! Also, maybe change your haircut too! Long bobs are in these days!

radhe maa2

4. Sushma Swaraj- The humanitarian politician, who has touched many lives, definitely didn’t mean to commit this huge blunder, considering she always dresses down. But during her recent speech in the parliament, she wore a cardigan over her saree? Why??!!

sushma

5. Kamal R. Khan- Okay KRK, we’ve come to terms with the fact that you’ll not stop bugging us with your very unpleasant tweets, YouTube videos and irrelevant comments. But could you please do that with a little style? It’ll be pleasant for our eyes, you see!

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6. Rakhi Sawant- Is she still there? Anyways, she’s probably living in the last decade and thus, hasn’t updated her wardrobe yet. Who wears this in 2015? What designer is it, by the way? Also, she needs a plastic surgery, very badly! You know, to do away with all the plastic blunder she went through when she was young!

Rakhi Sawant at Life Ok Screen Awards red carpet in Mumbai on 14th Jan 2015 shown to user

7. Poonam Pandey- She doesn’t need a stylist. She needs clothes!! Desperately!! I think, we should be good Samaritans and donate her some clothes.

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H 😉