Word of the day- GEZZELIG
Meaning- togetherness after a long separation
__________

It was a trick of time
when after all these years
I met you,
everything was as I left.
It was a trick of light
when I saw you,
you looked like a goddess
wrapped in silk.
It was a trick of hope
when I left,
I knew
there will be no “us”
to look forward to.
It was a trick of love
when I saw you that day
after four years
all the memories
and the rush
came flowing back.
Bones went shaky
Knees bent
Eyes locked
Mouth parted
kind of love.
When I looked at you
and laughed at your face
and left you at the altar,
I also left behind the hope
of getting back together.
But that day
on the side market in Cleveland
where we bumped into each other,
along us was that lost hope.
It was still intact,
it only needed me to come forward
and swipe it away,
so that’s what I did.
And, time was tricking us again
because it played our song
right at that moment
in that small cafe where we sat
and ate pancakes,
that song blared into our ears.
And we found bliss in this reunion.

Word of the day - FILIPENDULOUS
Meaning - hanging by a thread

Just one blow
and I will break.
Just one swish of wind
and I will be carried away
to a faraway land.
Just one push
and I will fall.
There is only
one small thread
between me and life
and it’s been years
since I am holding it,
and it’s getting weak.
Anytime I see someone
with scissors or razors or knives
I have two thoughts.
One, I get scared
what if they knowingly
or mistakenly cut away my thread
and Second,
I deliberately invite them
to do the honours
of releasing me
from this world.
If I trip, I stand up again
because I still have
one last hope.
If I stumble, I gain my composure
because I still have
one last chance.
If I fall, I do get up
because I still
want to live again.
But somedays,
when I trip or fall or stumble
I don’t get up, I just lie there
protecting my thread
which is keeping me alive.
Because somedays
I want to live.

Word of the day - ECCEDENTESIAST
Meaning - someone who only pretends to smile
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It’s just my lips forming a shape
Like pout, duck face
It’s just smile.
No deep meaning behind it
No witty reason
and no muse.
It’s just a crease
on my face
to show
that I am happy.
It’s a mask
I put on
when
I am surrounded
by smiling and happy
human beings.
It’s all a pretend.
This smile,
which you all think is pretty
is just a fake one.
Behind it,
lies the real me,
the one who stare up at the sky
not to look at the blinking stars,
but to admire
the blackness of the sky.
It’s all a facade.
Not only looks can be deceptive
smiles can be too.
The secrets I hide
the cries I have subdued
the tears I have controlled
the shrieks I have kept inside me
all are hidden
behind this smile.
And only one person
can see behind it,
only one,
you, my dear !
You are the one being
who saw straight through it
and said,
“That sadness behind your smile matches mine”
and then I smiled my real smile.

Word of the day - Datsuzoku
Meaning - an escape from your everyday routine
_________
Waking up at five
to stay fit
and look young
at an age of thirty one.
Taking a bath
just to wear the same uniform
again, which I wore
yesterday too.
That blue striped t-shirt
and black pants
with a black tie
which is just like
a noose around my neck.
Eggs and bread and milk,
no variation
even when it comes to food.
Exactly at 8:15
my feet are outside
my apartment
and out on the road.
A five minute walk
to the subway
and the same routine there too,
reading newspaper
for the first fourteen stations
and for the next two,
just sit idly.
Working from
nine to five
sitting tightly in a cubicle
with just half hour break
broke something inside me.
I wanted many things in life,
success, money, fame, love
etc etc.
But when I found
that I still have a choice
and a super wish,
I didn’t chose any of this,
I chose one escape from reality.
Just one day
of not waking up at five,
working out, eating boring breakfast,
commuting like a 60 year old.
For one day
I wanted to be twenty one again.
For one day
I wanted to live like before.
For one day,
just one day
I wanted to taste freedom.

Word of the day- collywobbles
Meaning- butterflies in stomach

The first time I talked to him
Not through texting,
where your emotions
are to be deduced
by the emojis you use.
Not through Facetime,
where your pain
and happiness,
all hides beneath the fake smile
you wear just for them.
But when
I met him in real,
after one whole year
of texting, video calls and letters.
Our long distance’s sun finally rose.
And when we sat together,
our shoulders touching,
heartbeats matching
and the excitement of it all
hanging mid air,
that’s when I realised
all these jitters I felt
for the past one year
was nothing but the butterflies
tickling me in my stomach
and making me blush.
Because when I met him
I discovered
I could be anybody with him
there were no bounds
no formalities exchanged
no strangeness
no awkwardness,
I was me and somebody else too,
at the same time
and it was exciting and challenging.
And somewhere
we didn’t realise
that
my butterflies and his butterflies
were sitting in a garden full of roses and lilies and orchids and what not
and partying hard
on being cupids for once in their lives.

Word of the day - Balter
Meaning - to dance artlessly,

Her hand went high
and his feet went high too.
Wearing a blue skirt
with white top
and white sandals,
she soar high in the sky.
In the black pants
with a black jacket
and slightly less black shoes,
he flies like a bird in the sky.
Both of them,
dancing mindlessly
to the tunes of nature.
The birds
The honking cars
The chitter chatter of people
The sound of wind
becomes the music
to their steps.
They do not coordinate,
but they dance anyways,
one hand touching each others’ face
and the other one reaching for their back.
Without any care
without any music,
leaving their worries behind
they lose themselves
in the ecstasy that is dancing.

I am wearing a pink plaid skirt,
but I think it’s too short,
maybe my huge thighs are ruining it.

Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the ******* beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd.

People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body.

Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out.

“NO”
Just two words-
APPRECIATE YOURSLEF

This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.