There's 50% chances you meet your soulmate and actually realize it.. but he/she cannot be your life partner.
There's an 80% chance that you get a life partner.. and make sure you make them your soulmate, coz that's what'll make your heart feel light and happy !

I’M A GIRL,
Adventurous and awesome,
but not artificial.
I'M A GIRL,
Beautiful and brave,
but not a ballet doll.
I’M A GIRL,
Charming and capable,
but not careless.
I’M A GIRL,
Dramatic and deep,
but not dreary.
I'M A GIRL,
Emotional and efficient,
but not egotistical.
I’M A GIRL,
Frank and fabulous,
but not fussy.
I’M A GIRL,
Gentle and generous,
but not grouchy.
I'M A GIRL,
Hesitant and hot-headed,
but not hateful.
I'M A GIRL,
Interesting and inexperienced,
but not immature.
I'M A GIRL,
Jocular and joyous,
but not judgemental.
I'M A GIRL,
Lame and lovely,
but not mean.
I'M A GIRL,
Naughty and noisy,
but not nosy.
I'M A GIRL,
Polite and passionate,
but not picky.
I'M A GIRL,
Sentimental and sweet,
but not selfish.
I'M A GIRL,
Warm and wonderful,
but not dependent.
I'M A GIRL,
Strong and supportive,
To my lovely Daddy.

I hate men
Who give up easily.
Be it
A goal
Or
A girl !

I'm hating you more,
Before I've atleast fallen for you…

My eyes* search for you
Wherever I go,
Desperate to meet your sparkling one's.
My mind goes blank
When I stand before you,
Lost in your presence.
My limbs quiver
When you smile at me,
Passing on the sweetness.
My lips get locked
When you ask me a question,
Trying to answer.
My words are lost
Before they reach you,
Leaving us a step behind from being way more.
My heart hurts
When I can't tell you,
How I feel.
Because,
I'm afraid
I might lose you,
I might hurt you,
That I'll never be forgiven..
I hate  “the me”
Who's hiding his feelings
In the fear of losing you.

Wish,
Some memories are written with pencil,
So they can be wiped out easily...
But, unfortunately they are written in*
water-proofed ink,
*that they aren't wiped out even after crying a lot !!

You broke up with me,
leaving me alone on a road,
that was never mine to take,
without you,
just because..
*I'm not your type.!!

Whenever I am sad I try to conceive a character that helps me get over quicker…
But then I realised,
That character has always been a part of
you,
Who is not beside me.

She came up to me and asked
I'll erase all those memories of her that hurt you.
She took my hands
And I remembered all my memories with her.
I said
No
I'll keep her in my heart
No matter how much it hurts, until I die.
She said
Why? Why would you keep her in your heart when it hurts?
I said
Because even if it hurts, I can love her.
More than not being able to love and remember my daughter. I'd rather love *and remember her. Even if it hurts.

Dear heart,
Don't go anywhere
Just stay right there
Strong and *****


Don't believe anyone
Just stay right there
Stubborn and crazy


Don't fall in love again
Just stay right there
Without breaking and falling apart
I can't handle another one...

I've heard my heart many times, saying
" I'm haunted by humans. "
I saw my words bleeding.
Then gazed at her's,
which gave me hope or perhaps something more,
" Life ".
The bleeding words healed.
Broken smiles revived.
The silent heart beat in new rhythms.
My pale face re-lit.

We always have conversations
Sometimes
Long ones,
Sometimes
Very short.

We share thoughts
Sometimes
Heartfully,
Sometimes
Vaguely.


We share our hearts
Sometimes
Truely,
Sometimes
Fakely.


Yet,
Here I am unable
To understand
Whether it's
Real
Or
Fictious.

Open was my heart,
Golden was my love,
Broken  is my everything...

~They say the opposites attract each other.
So did they.
He proved his goodness everytime she smiled.
She proved her cruelty everytime he was in pain.~

How is he a father?
When he sold his daughter for money.
How is she a mother?
When she got her married shattering her dreams.
How is he a husband?
When he took her freedom.
How is he a friend?
When he left her in her hardest times.
Finally,
How will she survive in this selfish world?

Wish we could fly high,
over to the paradise,
and make an ally.

Who would that be?
Birds, Planes, or Clouds?

Clouds would be our homes,
in gleam and gloom.
Birds would sing to us,
at every phase of life.
Planes, do we
really need them, when we
have clouds to sail on?

Flying; sailing; ignoring the fears
and insecurities.
With the sun next door, and
rain in the soil of clouds,
It's such a beautiful day.

Lying down on the fluffy clouds,
We wonder,
if it is real, or a dream?

Under the bright sun and
the shimmering moon,
fighting for our attention.
We forget how the real world felt.

Amongst the thunders,
we sail through the challenges.
The adventures
experienced everyday tell us
that we aren't ghosts,
but humans who feel.
The tough sails remind us,
that we have each other.

That smile when we see an
island to rest,
Is so immaculate and real.
We fell in love with this surreal dream
Of clouds, of life and of sailing.
Holding on to how it felt,
was the promise we made.
We woke and then,
we lived the dream.

You know how a rumor starts?
When you decide to share your feelings with someone, and they decide to turn it into juicy story and not to console, or relate to your feelings and advice you.

Love is something we have
no luxury in giving or taking.
All we can do is surrender to it.

The most complex things have
The most simple solutions...