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Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
Seventeen I Was ! Much  Stupid To Be Called Sane ! Yes like every other girl I too had a dream world where I was “Marzi Ki Mallika” the very thought of being matured haunted me & being a teenager you just can’t avoid the driving crazy adrenaline rush that you get when you fantasise stuff of being in love. My fantasies resulted in prettily adorable pieces of poems and bits of stories where A Boy fell in love with A Girl. I had dated my dreams since forever & it was amazing & what justifies this statement of mine is that they never disappoint ! talking to people knowing stories making new friends and sharing memories with old one’s that was indeed perfect to me ! I always tried to describe that perfectly adorable moment of falling in love in the best possible way I could fantasise ! Not too soon I realized that moment cannot be emphasised !

THAT MOMENT IS A CAPTURED MEMORY

Turned 23 Yay ! Loads Of Birthday Presents ! Wishes ! Hearty Felicitations ! etc etc 6 years passed since then & I remained the same still much stupid to be called sane ! Maa smiles while she still wakes me up in the morning saying Kobe Boro Hobi (when will you grow up). I giggle and hug her knowing not when !! I see the beautiful stock of my soft toys which helped me remain childish when suddenly my mirror reported about how messy my hair was ! OH GAWED maaa… my instant reaction was !

I was told love happens when matured ! I herd the same but fortunately dared not to believe ! Th0 I knowingly knew that dating a girl like me a guy will have to fall in love with my messed up stuff he needs to constantly date my love for 3a.m coffee & my craziness for maggi accompanied with coke ! My idiotic obsessions with vampire & songs of Nusrat & Kishore & perhaps tolerate the constant humming of those part of songs which I loved ! Questioned my self quiet frequently about will my love accompany me while I trek through the mighty mountains will he accompany me in my best moments of life will he even accept me the way I am !?? such questions did nothing but made me fall asleep which ended up in GOOD MORNINGS with Bournvita !

Usual mornings and unusual days thereafter ! mobile rings I ran to pick up the call it was none other than my beloved going to be husband AASHIQ

Good morning ! come lets plan out something crazy  ! Adrenaline rush  What About A Trek At Ladakh ! Readily agreeing to the proposal I said yes ! We drove together as I discovered his playlist matched mine ! with each passing moment I got the answers to much awaited stupid questions ! while I was unanswerable to his lone question why I had smiled while he drove ! We got down  amidst green surroundings   he picked up a piece of sugarcane and nervously began to chew on it as he was humming one of my favourite songs, He looked at me like I was the only **** thing that’ll ever matter to him looking constantly into my eyes he blurred out ILOVEYOU&WANTTOMARRYYOU;

I always valued crazy memories but this was the craziest one perhaps ! I started laughing unwantedly pointing at his face ! His front tooth had broken! He had been trying to be a stud only to impress me he tried to peel the sugarcane with his teeth & somehow ended up loosing the bottom part of his front incisor !

I Blushed later ! My face betrayed two expressions – Amusement & Shyness !

I Fell In Love Unknowingly Without A Parachute ! much madness was added when I couldn’t resist saying ILOVEYOU

His eyes met mine with a sparkle of mischief  AKHO AKHO ME PYAR HOGAYA

Committed !  Not Confused !

Start Of A New Journey Hands In Hands We Start Our Trek ! !
Bits Of Crazy Life
In the world full of fake
I have you in my fate
Who surrounds me in my bad
The one by my side I always had
You are my smile you are my pain
You caught me when my eyes rain
You are with me unconditionally
Either I shout or I cry
You loved me...
I don't know why
U make my life special
Nd u r my only treasure
Mothers always stand by, no matter what...
In this house
Of toys
Built by Penn,
The gable never peaks

Higher, higher...

It soars from sand through air
And surging storm
Defying the weeping rain
And her ominous refrain

Pitter, patter...

The owls knew
But their sage counsel
Fizzled in the wind

Hoo, hoo...

Bulls bred on steroids
From Farm Fed
Rang the bell

Moo, moo...

Goring without prejudice
Matadors who didn't see red
Until their dreams bled
On the front lawn
Like lambs of lore

Maaa, maaa...

And the house
Of toys
Built by Penn
Crumbled in the sand
Levered string severed
By the red marching band

~ P
(#HouseOfToys)
1/4/2015
A Kallakuri Mar 2015
"Maaa," the bruised four-year-old cried.

Which one?
Tried a first.

#NineWordPoem
Mohd Arshad Jun 2019
Marriage
Is two pieces of ice,
Mingled then melted into a glass of whisky
Quando idealizziamo qualcuno stiamo dicendo molto più di noi che della persona stessa.
Nessuno è perfetto, sei tu che lo vuoi vedere così o forse hai bisogno di vederlo così.

Bisogna scindere ciò che racconta l'arte e "ciò che vorremmo che fosse"dalla realtà.
Perché soffriremo quando la realtà si scontrerà con le nostre idee.

Ma questa è anche una grande liberazione: non abbiamo bisogno noi stessi di essere perfetti per essere amati.



(Per chi legge: Io non sono uno psicologo, e so pochissimo di psicologia ma osservo tanto, quindi può essere che scrivo boiate, però ci provo lo stesso a scrivere ciò che penso, che deriva dall'osservazione di me stesso, da quello che leggo da professionisti, dall'osservazione degli altri e dal mero pensiero razionale.
Lo faccio più che altro per me stesso, per non dimenticare alcuni concetti che reputo fondamentali per la mia vita, perché il mondo è veramente grande e complesso e si fa in fretta a dimenticare. Inoltre è ovvio che mi fa piacere essere letto e criticato ;) )

E secondo me questo è alla base della nascita e del mantenimento di relazioni narcisiste: il narcisista mina la tua autostima (probabilmente già bassa?) e svaluta le tue azioni. Creando uno squilibrio immaginario tra te e lui. Dove lui è Dio e voi esseri umani che sbagliano e che devono farsi perdonare.("io sono migliore di te, io ** fatto così a causa tua, la colpa è tua non mia, sei tu che esageri).
Ricorda anche un po' le religioni, vero? Lol
Ebbene, questo è solo un appunto, nella mia testa il concetto è molto più ampio, comprende anche la filosofia dell'errore e altro, maaa per ora va bene così.

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Non voglio essere messo su un piedistallo, così come non metterò nessuno su un piedistallo, perché questa è la prova che o non ci vedono per ciò che siamo o che noi non vediamo gli altri per ciò che sono.
Ylang Ylang Nov 2017
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Geetika Jun 2020
The place where I born
The place to which I belong
Will always remain in my heart
From which I'm never gonna apart

The place where I found
Gods named - DAD and MOM
Who made me feel that
I'm not alone


Sitting on the shoulder
And roaming all around
Were the most dazzling days
With the most precious gem

That gem is my baba
Who always holded my hand
From the second I born
Till after life of his own

I exactly don't remember
The games I played
But still have that scent of soil
On which i wrote A

The day i left the house
For my studies
I missed it, baba, maaa and pa
And cried out loud

Now I'm here after years and years
Completed 4 months
And living every second
That i missed out

Feeling every single thing
That I missed
From chirping of birds
                   To the flowers bliss                      

Missing those pakodas from mum's hand
Those sweet kisses from pa on forehead
That rolling on the floor
And jumping on the bed


Love ❤ u all
Loving every moment of my childhood that i remember 😘

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