Gibberish

The dead are buried, sorrows forgotten
Flowers withered. Lost and gone
Trees chopped down, cities built
Life goes on; no remorse, no guilt

Emptiness sweeps, silence creaks
Once green forest now a barren land
Cries aren’t heard, smiles aren’t seen
Nobody’s worried, the world’s mean

Memories fade, visions blur
Flash back holds no meaning anymore
Paradise seen, walked through hell.
Actors in place, curtains unfold
Words withheld, Stories untold

Arms were strong, respect was earned
Wingless bird travelled all around
Friends were made, laughter shared
Welcomed, fed, loved and cared

Another day, another place
Another story’s taking shape
Bridges crossed, trains missed
Forehead kissed, laid to rest.

Possessiveness in a relationship

When we talk about relationships the word possessiveness often brings a chill down our spinal cord. It’s not a nice word to use especially when it comes to a turbulent relationship. It says a lot.

But, is getting possessive a recipe for disaster?

I don’t know about the experts but I would say getting possessive to a certain degree is indispensable. It is an indication of much you care for each other. It shows your spouse that there’s someone they could to count on, someone that’s there for them, someone that cares for them. It’s a factor that makes the bond stronger.

You can’t take a happy-go-lucky approach in a long term relationship. If you love freedom then you better be alone. Relationship is for serious people.

Let’s say, in a metre of 100 I would go for 40. Remaining 60 is for ‘trust’. What’s your take on this? Do let me know.

That said, it is equally important to provide for a breathing space to your partner. Try to read your partner’s body language to avoid petty arguments.

Sticking on to my metre, if you go beyond 40 you might feel the boat shaky. It gets much worse afterwards as your possessive nature turns into you being suspicious of every little thing you see or hear. Connecting dots of your choice wouldn’t be much of a trouble. When that happens then you must understand that you have reached a point of no return.

Over Possessiveness leads to suspicion coupled with jealousy and that leads to crime.

Destiny – Life lessons

With age comes experience, with experience we get more practical and by being practical we realise the reality of life.

Whatever you experience in life is not by sheer chance. I strongly believe that you are destined to take the path you are taking, meet the people you are meeting, help the people you are helping. It is not a coincidence.

Everybody has a different approach to life. Perhaps some of you might disagree with the way I look at it.

If you are destined to reach the other side of the tunnel, you will reach there anyhow: the easy way or the hard way. If you get some cuts and bruises along the way – sorry to say, that was meant for you and if you get a free ride across it isn’t because you are lucky.

It doesn’t matter how many doors you knock. The door that opens for you is the door that you were destined to get in!

Day : 2

Her drowsy eyes locked horns with a pile of papers stacked neatly in the book-shelf. The strong aroma of coffee from her mug had filled the tiny room that overlooked a magnificent lawn. She took a deep breath before sleepwalking towards the book-shelf.

‘Magazines…’ she murmured pulling the displaced one out of the stack. ‘The M00N-Landing hoax – Page 18’ caught her eyes instantly. It wasn’t news. She had read about it before; the exhausting great deal of time she had spent to conclude if the critics had a point to prove, arguing with her favourite professor for lengthy hours, debating with friends… Then there were various other conspiracy books dealing with the downing of the twin-buildings and the hunt for WxMxD that was never found and the aftermath that resulted in the downfall of heads (of states). ‘Huh!’ She sighed, traveling back in time.

The coffee had turned cold killing the aroma it had carefully contained. She took a sip, reluctant, lost in thoughts. ‘How silly was I’ she thought, casting a smile across her gorgeous cheeks.

As she was placing the book back in its place, a rather dull front page caught her attention.

‘Not again!’ she exclaimed. Returning the magazine that slumbered in the warmth of her hand was as painful as saying goodbye to her high-school sweetheart at the subway station.

The engine roared through the window snapping her back to life. She took a quick look at an antique wall-clock that was monitoring her every move before rushing through the door.

Writing tips – the cheat-sheet

Writing is an art. Expressing emotions through words is not as easy as it sounds. It takes an arduous journey to leave a mark as a writer. Many a times finding the right word could be challenging which is why many of us might consider giving up midway.

An extensive research through internet might yield greater results but yet again, right choice of words or key words are quite essential.

Let’s cut to the chase. Couple of days back I found this interesting cheat-sheet which might be of some use to the budding writers. Much as I hate to live by the rules when it comes to writing some of you could most certainly make use of it. It’s a wonderful guide in your attempt to personify things or make it look more realistic.

Let me thank the one who drafted this easy-guide on behalf of all my writer-friends.

If you have any additional tips/inputs in this regard please feel free to comment below. Your experience might aid others.

Happy writing!

The Game-Plan

Their ruse worked and nations fought
but they are coveting the kingdom
Muscles flexed, accomplices sought
the game-plan wasn’t at random

Prophets sent, books revealed
but they heed ‘em not
Evil lurks, faces concealed
for how long before they’re caught?

Coffee break!

100 Posts! Where did I start…Where did I reach…It all seems so yesterday. Many of you might have already reached a much higher mile stone than this. But this is where I am! I wouldn’t call it an achievement, it’s rather an indicator of how attached I am to expressing myself through my new found niche and how comfortable I feel telling you bits and odds of my life and the world that I see.

I embarked on this journey with a rucksack full of poetry, photography, a diary and a snack box full of simple English. Along the way I met other travellers, hitchhikers, mountaineers, cyclists, joggers…all had their own tales to tell. Many were touching and the rest I chose not to touch.

Way back when I started this blog, I had no clue that I would meet so many wonderful people such as you. I simply wanted to pen down the voices that I heard from my heart and the sage that spoke from my mind. Sadly enough, in my case, the uphills always outnumbered the downhills. But that’s what brings the best in you. At least that’s what I believe in. it’s an essential ingredient in creating a masterpiece.

Anyway, “Here I am, this is me. There’s nowhere else on earth I’d rather be”.

Thank you for all you love. Thank you for being a part of my life. Sometimes all we need is someone to lend us their ears and listen to our stories so we could go to bed and sleep like babies.

…and thank you for stopping by to read this bit. By the time you finish reading I would’ve already gone. Life is a journey and we are all travellers…

Take care!

Remember: The world is round! Looking forward to meeting you again,

Much love,
CoffeeLander