Perfect Strangers and the things they do

The world as you know it

Will change one day

At the hands

Of a perfect stranger

Yet you’d feel

More comfortable

Than you have ever before

Life as you know it

Would stand upside down

Yet it’d be more recognisable

Than the headstand it feels like now


As you know it to be

Will change its very definition as a noun

From a place to a person

And yet

You’d always long to go home

One Mile Down

I walked a mile

In your shoes

And now my feet

Are covered with sores

I don’t know yet what to make of your sole

But I’m so much closer to touching your soul


A cat caught it’s tail

While a dog straightened its own

Somewhere in the midst of it all

Someone got a baby’s nose

Creating a mayhem out of symphony

Or one could call it a bewildering ephiphany

So if you feel you’re bound to fail

My friend remember this, if you may

That it may go either way

While you’ll still be able to say


Thereby hangs a tale


Her smile was warm and welcoming

Yet her frosty eyes held subtle hints of warning

Her words, in turn, were uncharacteristically shy and hesitant

She was a paradox and a juxtaposition

Yet, somehow, a soul soothing combination

As she clutched in her hands

A hot brew of

Equal parts coffee, milk and froth.

Did you know a perfect cup of cappuccino contains milk, coffee and foam in a ratio of 1:1:1?

Also, since this seems to be turning into a series on hot cuppas, what are your thoughts on this and Espresso ? Which kind of coffee should I do next?


Kind hearts

And nicer souls

Always tolerant

Never a tyrant

Gentle guidance

Comforting hugs

Boundless love

Constant worrying

Undaunted support

Always giving

Never asking for anything in return

They smile every time I smile

They cry before tears can even leave my eye

They live to see me make a life for myself

I am, because you are

And what you are is rather rare


All I want

Is a room with a view

A heart with a tune

A dream with a date

A song for my fate

A prayer on my lips

A swing to my hips

Some wind beneath my wings

Hands which can seize

Manners aimed to please

Eyes which can see no lies

And most of all

I want to be

Surrounded by

More books than I can count

And more love than I can contain

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Small beginnings

Every great story

Starts off as an ordinary one

With a hesitant writer

Penning down uncertain words

Unaware of when he’s begun

To weave an extraordinary tale

Unable to imagine his humble characters

Morphing into heroes

Unsure of whether the climax

Ties up all loose ends

Afraid of what the world would think

Once it’s been published

Pained at the thought of his every mistake

Preserved for all posterity

Yes, every great story

Begins unknowingly

Despite brimming with latent potential

Then what compels you

To be so hard on yourself

While your story is turning its pages yet?

Snippets of my soul

Every time you come to me

With no intention of staying

You tear away a part of me

Which can never grow back

Every time you talk to me

With no truth in your voice

You cut at me with razor blades

And I ooze out your lies

Every time you look at me

With less than loving eyes

You down the shutters and drown out the light

From every corner of my heart

Every time you leave me again

With promises of an ever after

You suck the joy from all my days

And all the brightness inside of me

So, here

Take this

I’ve compiled a scrapbook for you

And on every page

You’ll find in red

Snippets of my soul

In Memoriam

I have a thing for gusts of winds

They touch me but for a second

Yet their embrace lingers for a while

Sometimes bringing blessed respite

To an otherwise dreary day

This is how I’d like to be remembered, I think

Approaching the peripheries of many lives

Yet leaving a mild mark

Enough to bring a smile to their faces

When someone in the room mentions a name similar to mine

I wonder, how’d you like to be remembered?