I’d love to see you naked


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I’d love to see you naked
And a glimpse of your bare spirit,
That is set free.
As it burns in the fire
Fuelled by desire.
I’d love to see the real you,
With each wound time left, that
hurt you, burnt you, bruised you
I’d rather see you wearing nothing but your scars
For each is now a part of you.
Despite your darker side
And the hidden truths
I’d like to see your naked soul
Touch, kiss each spec of grey
You are made of!
And just let you know
How beautiful you are.


Her love affair with the dream!

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She had a dream!
Inspired by its gleam,
She set out on her journey!
It indeed was a strange love affair
Of courage and fear
Of hope & despair!

The ship of her dreams steered through the waves
Yet often, the storms hit!
She knew she had to be brave,
And continue sailing with determination & grit!

To find lost directions
Or discover new ones!
All that mattered was to continue the journey
And live her love affair
with that cherished dream!

No failure stopped her
Her occasional slow pace didn’t bother her!
She knew what mattered was her ‘self’
And not what the world wanted to make out of her!
Despite many limitations,
Her inspired self, indeed remained unfazed!

She journeyed through the good and bad!
And then came another milestone!
When she realised, how time flew!
A year had passed and her journey still continued!

She took a gasp of fresh air
As she woke up to a blessed dawn!
Memories of yore suddenly came to life!
Of what she missed, of what she left behind…
…as she chased a dream!
In the sad & happy moments few,
What mattered were inspirations new,
Gifted by her most cherished possession
Her love affair with the dream!

There she set out, on yet another journey…
…Of self-discovery
…Of knowing her best & worst!
…Of beating her own bests!
…Of seeking her own truth!
…Of the most beautiful solitude!
A journey of simply being her!
A journey of living and dying each new day,
And let another new day arrive…

with inspirations & gay!
She still has that dream
Inspired by its gleam
She’ll continue to sail and chase
What she calls her cherished dream!

The happy bits of you & me!


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Walking aimlessly onto the riverside were the two of us

Driving carefree through roads full of bustle were the two of us

Singing aloud at midnight, high on euphoria & wine were the two of us

Relishing the same silly breakfast each day, were the two of us

Walking home to one another’s warm embrace were the two of us

Having the same old endless merry banters over dinner were the two of us

How joyfully we strolled the road of life!

With your fingers entwined in mine,

We basked in a comfortable silence,

No words could ever define!

Some blessed moment soon, wish we re-lived that time again,

When times of togetherness would greet us every now & then!

When unwinding meant a gentle stroke through my locks,

When joys meant laughing over silly chatters and talks

When love meant a silent gaze into your eyes

And fulfilment, a promise of good hope

That would let us, ‘together’ soar the skies!

How I miss those blessed moments!

How I wish those blessed moments,

Soon turn into a beautiful reality!

When I wake up each morning, not just to the happy sunlight

But to the sight of the mirror, where I’d see ~

The happy bits of you & me!

Dear Puja

This post has been written for Day 14 of the 30 Days 30 letters challenge. Topic for today: A Letter to Someone you’ve drifted away from


Dear Puja,

Moving down the memory lane, I still remember our fun, eventful and happy go lucky school days. And then came those sundays or weekends when we used to stay over at either of ours’ place, play lego, complete homework together, go out to the nearby park and enjoy. How simple life was! Happiness meant simple things like hanging out together, even with parents over a dinner or a movie.

Well, I cannot say I have absolutely drifted away from you but perhaps our different strides, lives and priorities take up much of our time, to find the same for one another.

Nevermind; for that has never robbed us of that silent faith we had in each other. If I look back, it has been around 15 years for you to have migrated to a new continent. It is a long time indeed. The fact about us both, that I often laugh at, how innocent and silly friends we were in school and today how beautifully mature our friendship is!

Considering your infrequent visits, we actually never got that opportunity to be close-knit with each other as we grew from kids to adolescents to adults. Yet, each time you came back to the country for a beautiful sojourn, time flew so fast and we have always had so much to catch up, so much to share and walk away with a fulfilment of having met a friend of a lifetime!

Well, you indeed are a friend for a lifetime. And yes, I do look forward to spend more quality time with you. We’ve drifted apart? Yes, only continentally!

Love and Lots of Pleasant Remembrances,


Nitu 🙂

Dear Some people I wish could forgive me

This post has been written for Day 13 of the 30 Days 30 letters challenge. Topic for today: A Letter to Someone you wish could forgive you

This letter is dedicated to two different bunches of my family members.

Dear Some people I wish could forgive me,

I never thought I would write this to you or even tell you this. Today, thanks to the compulsion of writing this letter that I am writing to you.

I know you all have a lot of expectations from me: of being a certain way I am supposed to be, seeing you frequently, spending time with you, doing/ following certain norms, practices and traditions and of being present at most social occasions.

At your end, you’re not probably wrong for you may either have seen your children/ siblings/ family do the same and it is obvious that the expectation passes on to me, for I am no different, very much a part of your family.

However, I have been different; my thinking, attitude and experiences perhaps have shaped me so. I have not been in your company as regularly as I must be. I don’t think and approach life, people, family, traditions, relatives, the way you do. Avoiding attending a certain random relative’s wedding ceremony or skipping a certain festival or pooja to work, college, school or at times, mere disinterest and disbelief, doesn’t give me second thoughts or regrets. I just do it. I am fine with it. I know you are not. That one decision of mine, perhaps is too hard and ruthless on you. You tend to get hurt, with my absence, and withdrawal of my interest, thinking I don’t care. Perhaps!

I want to let you know you that with all my decision and actions, I have never once had the intention to hurt any of you, yet I know that what I have done has hurt you.

I am a certain way. All I seek is that understanding and acceptance, that I am that way and perhaps may not change. Meeting you less often, not attending your/ your relative’s wedding, not visiting your place frequently or not adopting a certain tradition won’t make me love and respect you less. Please don’t guage my love and respect on those grounds. I’m just not the way you are!

I know you would have a thousand points to counter this, you may even call me a snob, a busy and stubborn person and highly unwilling.  However, I am sure you will understand and accept things one day and forgive me.




Dear Sam,

This post has been written for Day 11 of the 30 Days 30 letters challenge. Topic for today: A Letter to Deceased person you wish you could talk to.

Often there are people who are too special and mean a lot to you. One day, the silently walk away and the void in your life keeps haunting you for long hours, days, perhaps in flashes all through your life.


Dear Sam,

I want to tell you a million times that you have always been a beautiful inspiration, friend, mentor and a guiding light. You know, I have told you this many a time and I cannot cease to repeat myself. Each time I read your book, Life in a Jiffy, I can’t cease to smile, whether you talk about that DSLR Camera in your poetry or you simply describe that beautiful dawn, when you woke up to the nature! Your words permeate “Life in a Jiffy” in every sense and aspect!

You still haunt my dreams for there have been those strange mornings of late, when I remembered those days when we used to go swimming together. Also, I’ve woken up to days when we went for a picnic together somewhere or even, how you visited my place to see the my little dogs and described in one of your old blogs about dog love. 🙂 You won’t believe, I went back to orkut.com, and hunted down the little testimonial you wrote for me and copied it in my diary. I still run my fingers through those little notes you’d scribbled in the course material you’d given to me for Entrance Exam preparations, and hope it will take me to you, connect me to you in some way!

Yes, I still hope some day I shall see you in person, hug you, walk my dog with yours, talk endlessly, go for a picnic and go swimming in the river and tell you how much you have meant to me. Not that I have left a single opportunity to let you know that, yet, I’d once again like to do that. I’ll once again quote a poem I wrote for you few months ago, a poem dedicated to a fire that may never die out!

Fiery, strong, upfront and bold;
Yet, Soft & Loving:
A magic we say she always beholds!
Today i realized:
Alas! The cruelty of life…
How unfair can he be,
For stealing from the world, a wonderful soul…!
She indeed was a beautiful mind!
The little firefly that did enough to brighten the world ~
Who inspired and left behind tears and an empty world!
Alas! The cruelty of life…
How mean can he be,
To take someone away~
Who might just have saved the world,
From the bad & ugly!
A little floating lamp in the shadow valley:
She was a fire that could never die!
She is a fire that can never burn out!
Alas! The cruelty of life!
Why her?
She was a free soul~
Embracing life with open arms!
She learnt at each step~
She changed herself out of her learnings!
And yet,
Held onto her goodness and mystic beauty!
She was a magic that just happened to me and a few fortunate ones!
She was an inspiration with which I walked ahead
She was a bliss, I was blessed enough to live with!
Alas! The cruelty of time…
Alas! The cruel human…!
How we take special ones for granted!
And don’t tell them how much they mean!
How we lament upon the chances missed and opportunities lost!
Alas! That cruel circumstance…
When the fire died out!
Leaving behind darkness;
Leaving behind a void that no light can ever fill..!
Alas! The cruel him~
At times so unfair,
And yet,
I resort to him
Seeking an answer to my Why!
Seeking peace for her soul!
Seeking for those fond memories to come alive once again!
Seeking beauty for the world!
In just one prayer:
May the fire never die out!
For it indeed has lit up many lives…
May the fire keep burning~
Somewhere in a beautiful corner of this world!
Where only beauty embraces her with open arms!
May the fire keep burning!


Niyati 🙂

Dear Father,

This post has been written for Day 10 of the 30 Days 30 letters challenge. Topic for today: A Letter to Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.



Dear Papa,

Strange as it may seem, nevertheless, I am writing to you because we seldom talk and perhaps we are better this way. You know how it has been at home usually, it is mother and I who have been blabbering from this to that to everything and thanks to us, our home is never a silence zone. You and I have comfortably been like this, in our silence or rather our infrequent conversations, ever since I don’t know when.

Yes we do speak to one another, and we do share that space that is ours, but perhaps it is just not as often as it should be.

The other day I was just thinking why isn’t it so at my end with you, as it is with mother. Time, yes is an issue. Generally the blame is on both of ours’ work pressures. Besides, we both are introverts and worrywarts! Oh yes! I don’t appear to be one, many a time but you know I am one!

Very often I am so much keen on communicating something and starting a conversation but then I just stop and let it be unsaid. And with you this often happens. It’s not that I don’t want to share, it’s not that I don’t want to hurt you by sharing it. At times it is just better left unsaid for it is easy to deal with. Else, eventually, things like acceptance unnecessarily pour in and dilute the brew completely.

Yes we don’t talk as often as we should! Perhaps I do not have the patience to take you through every detail and you won’t have a clarity without going through it. Similarity see.  Now because of these different melodies, one with patience and one without, our tunes never tend to sync. Not that they weren’t meant to.

The funny part is, we both know we must turn to one another when in need, yet, our bond is such that many things are better left unsaid. I guess we’ve now both begun to deal with this and get used to its presence in our lives. Perhaps that’s what is important.