I know, I'm not posting writing related things, but my family is back in California and the fires are getting a little to close to home for me... I haven't seen my family in almost two years, and I've been having panic attacks. I'm sending my love and support to all California residents, and to the firefighters- from every state- who are fighting day and night to stop the fires. Thank you. I hope this all ends soon... - #campfire#wildfires#firefighters#california#californianative#tryingtowrite
चलो लौट चलते है उस प्यारी सी जगह, जहां धूल है मिट्ठी हैं, भरपूर प्यार में सनी इक चिट्ठी हैं, जहां चिलचिलाती धूप कुछ अलग ही दिखती हैं। चलो क्यों ना फिर से चले उस प्यारी सी जगह, जहां तुम खुद को कुछ अलग ही पाओगे, असल जिंदगी के रंगों में घुल जाओगे // #mypoem#tryingtowrite "जिंदा रखो बचपन को दिल के किसी इक कोने में, वरना वक़्त नी लगता खुद को खुद से खोने में" #myvoice#Be_Smiley
“We are just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year." Dear Man of my Dream,
Do you Remember the night of our first meet ? The cold wind had swooped us in that tiny pub near Millennium bridge. How our eyes met while you were playing on your guitar. How awfully romantic was that. I remember looking at you and wondering how charismatic you looked in that blue collared shirt while I was miserable and blamed the gloomy London weather for it.
I had felt out of place all during my stay but not inside that pub. That night was my ally. I didn't realise it then that it was a beginning of something special. Eventually my curiosity led me to visit the same pub but you were not there. I enquired about your whereabouts but no one seemed to know you and I could not explain your mildness to them.I could not explain how you hid your melancholy under the disguise of those dim lights. Disheartened I left.
After many twirls and twists we met again. Those shimmering lights were only adding to your beauty. I didn't want you to admonish me so I sat there trying to muster my courage and when I finally did I was dazed and muttered “ I have been looking for you all this while.” You smiled at that and whispered in my ears. “The world was on fire, no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire makes foolish people do.” That was our beginning of many such sweet nothings until today. Today I stand here at this bridge reminiscing about all travel and jazz. Today we promised we'd visit the London eye and rejoice the memories of this city. I have kept my end of the bargain. Do you remember me ? - The girl you met on the bridge.