He loved me the most when I was too consumed with guilt to love him back.


Secret love

No, you must not expect.
Inhale the beauty of his mind
while it rejuvenates your soul.
Fill yourself with the air of his love
and you shall be whole.

No, you must not demand.
Sip his intellectuality and perfection
while he showers you with his gifts of understanding and patience.
You shall be amazed with what you get without asking.

No, you must not complain.
Understand that your story is but a fairy tale
and it cannot be true except the love that you share.
He will give you all that he can-
his time, affection, support and care.

Yes, you must love.
Because it gives you joy, hope and strength.
Love him deeply, and rise in his love.
You were not meant to be together
but your souls were, nevertheless.


The Happy Flower

Once upon a time, there was a garden full of flowers. Everyone seemed to be fond of one particular flower which stood out from the rest. It had its family and a few friends staying around. But not all that is good is liked by all. Few others were envious and troubled it every now and then. It had its own way of dealing with everything.

Our dear flower was jolly and cheerful. It worked very hard and did not like to waste time. But it was also very kind and caring. It loved its near and dear ones with all its heart. It was also sensitive and considerate towards the problems of others. It was always willing to listen and help them in every way it could. It was not an ordinary flower; it was special in several ways. It was beautiful for what it was, with its own virtues and imperfections.

But it also too had its limitations. After working so hard for itself as well as others, it often felt exhausted. It was always enthusiastic to think and try something new. However, it is a well-known fact that it is never easy to ride on a less travelled path. While some took undue advantage of its goodness, others simply did everything they could to plant obstacles in its path and let it down. But our flower was as strong as a fort and always fought back valiantly.

Due to these troublemakers, it could hardly sleep well. There were days it looked woebegone and its sadness was contagious. As soon as it became gloomy, the entire garden would follow suit. Every flower would begin to look withered and the weather would immediately become dull. When the flower would not smile, those who loved it too couldn’t be happy. It would ask them not to worry but they could not see it sad.

One not so fine day, our flower was tired and upset about something. Everyone tried but nobody could make it happy again. At night, when it was struggling to sleep, a butterfly dropped a letter next to its spectacles. It woke up and read it first thing in the morning.

“Dear friend,

I have met millions of flowers but none like you. I lead a busy life, flying from flower to flower to nourish myself. But I keep returning to you because you fill not only my stomach but also my heart. I see all types of flowers with their vanities, silly thoughts and attitudes. Believe me, you are different from everybody else. You are magical.

There are some odd days when the only smile I get to see is yours. You help me feel better about myself. I am sure you do that to so many others around you. I want you to know that it is okay not to be okay at times. You have as much right as us to be sad, angry, upset, tired or frustrated. But remember that you are fortunate to have so many who love you and will stand by you. They will do anything to see you smile again. It is for them that you must not stay disturbed for long and return to your usual cheerful self soon.

Work, challenges, new tasks, and deadlines will always be there. But you already know you are strong enough to handle it all. You’ve got to do what needs to be done, so why not smile and set it right?

Just in case you have forgotten, you have a beautiful smile. Don’t forget to wear it all the time!

Your friend with wings.”

That day, our flower realized how its happiness mattered to others. It became a happy flower that smiled no matter what.

You must be one too.

Happy flower
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Some more time

It is never easy to accept that good times shall be over quickly. It is more painful when one realizes that there are fewer days left than one imagined.

I feel so bad for myself. It took me long to accept this place. By the time I began to love it, it is time to go back. The happy times, warm welcomes, greetings, smiles, games, jokes, laughter, excitement and many more emotions will now be memories. I shall probably never see some people I love so much ever again. The kids I play with daily will forget me when they grow up. It will soon be past, no matter how golden.

Yes, I will move on in life. I will embrace new beginnings. I will usher another phase of life, probably in a different country miles away from here or home. I will meet new people. But will I ever meet people as lovely as these? Nobody can love me as they do. The very thought that I have only 60 days left gives me goosebumps. The happiest times had only just begun. I had just started to live my life to the fullest. It now dawns on me that this is only a matter of few days. It will be over in a jiffy, once and for all.

Love is our biggest strength. It is tragic to part with our loved ones. I wish it was easier. There were times I wanted it to end too soon. Now, I would give anything I have in order to make it last longer. I don’t want it to get over. Time, please stop. Please. Let me live these moments before they become memories.

If only I got some more time.

Unconditional love

She missed him so much it hurt. For her, he was hope, love, happiness and courage. She did not know how they were related and she wanted it to be the same way. It hardly mattered because she loved him and that was enough.

No, they were not dating each other. He was an important part of his life. Maybe he was her best friend, father figure, confidant or all of these. She trusted him. She liked being around him; he was her only shade in a sunny land. He hadn’t been around for ten days and she waited for him to return desperately.

She would often go to meet him. They would laugh and joke. He would know when she felt low. He always asked her to express her feelings. He would always listen. There was something magnetic about his personality- everyone would be dazzled by his aura. But he was different. He would never give in to flattery. He had a knack to know people for what they were. He also knew how much she liked him. He had his own indirect ways of expressing his affection.

Over time, she felt she had developed a special connection with him. Coincidentally, they would bump into each other at some random place. Those were the moments she wouldn’t know how to react. Once he asked her why she looked so happy. She innocently told him that it was because she met him so unexpectedly. He would smile and go ahead on his way. She would then recount the tale to her diary. She wanted nothing from him. As far as he smiled to her and met her frequently, she was the most contented person on the planet.

His opinions and ideas mattered a lot to her. He had made her quite strong and confident. He advised her because he was concerned about her. She too tried to make him proud. He rarely asked her for help; but when he did, she would do anything to help him out. At the end of the day, they knew they were like best friends who can always count upon each other. They teased and taunted each other but could also be serious when it was required. They understood each other well. She couldn’t be at peace when he looked worried, troubled or tired. They cared a lot for one another.

His replies to her texts made her happy. All she wanted was to see his smile once a day. She would feel incomplete on the days they would not meet. She would stalk his Facebook profile or stare at his pictures, in the hope that she’d see him again soon. She was young, at the threshold of her lovely days of youth. She often wrote to him despite knowing that he would never reply. He had a complex persona. She was a waterfall overflowing with love; he was a tap giving only as much water as needed, sometimes less but quenching thirst like no other. She was the sky; he was the full moon that alone mattered on a dark night.

She loved him for what he was and what he did to her- he taught her to survive when she felt there was no sign of life. When she was with him, she knew she needed nobody else. Perhaps she was crazy to waste her time behind someone who was more or less the same to everyone dear to him. At the moment, she didn’t bother. She was happy and the memories she shared with him, infinite.

Diminutive diaries- Library

“A library has much more to it than a tete-a-tete with books. It is a place where like-minded people get acquainted with one another. It is an abode of divine silence; the cradle of intimacy and the inkling of new relationships. Love and life blossom in a library.”


Let's get lost in a library..
Let’s get lost in a library….

Source: Library, Roorkee College of Polytechnic. You can find the image here.

Live, love and grow…

Life is not about surviving
it is about growing
It is not about capturing the most attractive view
rather it is about learning something new

It is more than the promotions and pay hikes one gains
it is the little things that matter
It is the joy of drenching in the rains
or a cup of coffee with a partner

It is finding time for the people one loves
it is introspecting and communicating with the self
It is being aware of what goes on around
it is not whiling away like a dusty book on a shelf

Yes, life is work
but only work is not life
Life is sharing cheers and smiles
it is about making it worthwhile

Years later, lost moments return as regret
but happy ones linger forever
They reinvigorate lost hopes and spirits
they help one feel stronger and better

Life is not a race to be won
it is a quest to find oneself
It is not drowning oneself in a sea of responsibilities
but learning to swim towards the shore of one’s dreams

It aims at success and wealth
but not at the cost of happiness and health
It is about kindness and companionship
Care, empathy, love and friendship

Don’t miss the moon while counting the stars
don’t miss the train you’ve always wanted to board
Be the flower that bloomed its best before dying
Be the bird that higher and higher soared

Embrace your passions, challenge your fears
be the one you want to be
Love yourself and explore the horizons
make it the show you’d love to see!

Without you

As I ascended the stairs
of the place we first met
It was like flying alone
in the world’s fastest jet

I was in my dream land
but without your hand to hold
It was like a plot without characters
yet a tale to be told

I sat on the chair I was seated on
the day you asked me out
The chair remained where it was
but you weren’t anywhere close about

I peeped into the class I first saw you
The benches were empty, you absent
The fantasy false, solitude true
you were past, not present

The place seemed so incomplete without you
a jigsaw puzzle with the central piece missing
Is it a dream to good to be true?
Being together where we were usually meeting?

I am never going there again
your absence haunts me
I am never going there again
this distance taunts me

What would I not do
to steal one last glance?
To say what you mean to me
to get one more chance

To spend another day
with love, smiles and care
To talk to you uninterrupted
without you having to go anywhere

To do crazy stuff together
to enjoy once more, together
To become kids again
never to bother again

It is good I’m not here on your big day
I’d be filled with grief that I couldn’t see you that day
Being away mitigates pain
offers an excuse not to be sad once again

I wish we could spend more time together
no gift can equal that
I wish we could share more smiles and happy tears
no moment is more special than that

I don’t miss the memories
I miss the one who gave me those
Growing up has its own miseries
it closes lovely doors

It gives work but takes away love
it gives money but takes away your honey
It gives powers but takes away happy hours
It gives rewards but takes away freedom

I wish we never grew up
I wish we stayed sixteen
I wish we could get back those years
which now only seem a dream


Have you lived today?

We wake up to the bellowing alarm,
Frantically scrolling the screen of our dumb phone.
Its radiations having done all the harm,
A sick future is all we own.

We sprint for the train,
to encounter the Hitler boss.
But we’re always late like the rain,
So we’re in search of Santa Claus.

We are not working, we are whiling time;
Watchful of the distant via networking.
We don’t care for the neighbour,
We are too busy multitasking.

We are not clicking memories while having fun,
Having fun is now clicking memories.
Ten minutes and a hundred selfies done,
No words uttered, except “Cheeze”!

We are busy stalking people,
Our lives wasted in adding and blocking people.
A thousand virtual friends, yet lonely,
We add another one, boldly.

We eat while our fingers dance on the keyboard,
We text when we are and are not bored.
We want a new status- for society and our profiles,
so that we have followers from away miles.

We don’t take stands, we ‘like’ statuses,
To avoid oblivion during hiatuses.
We don’t talk, we only communicate,
Because smileys can both aggrieve and celebrate.

We want upgraded devices and recent apps,
Even if they divide us and widen gaps.
We judge people by their possessions,
We can’t rise above petty obsessions.

Slaves of machines, slaves of things;
Oblivious of the joys that nature brings.
Closer to strangers, away from ourselves,
Like unread books dusting on shelves.

Have you spoken to yourself lately?
Have you thanked God greatly?
Have you got your goals set?
Have you rediscovered your talents yet?

Have you dined with your beloved lately?
Have you narrated funny incidents animatedly?
Have you discarded what you can do without?
Have you laughed your heart out?

If not, it’s not too late!
Grab the opportunity at any rate.
Don’t wait to apologize or express gratitude,
Love takes us to the highest altitude.

Know yourself better today,
love yourself each day.
Live in the present; life is a present,
Together let’s begin our ascent!

The prince in red

There he came, ascending the stairs. Her heart was pounding as she saw the most handsome boy in the world, barely eighteen, in his red shirt and black jeans. His eyes were enhanced by a pair of sunglasses; his hands by a watch his beloved aunt gifted him. He looked so young and charming, she had an immediate urge to kiss him, but she resisted. She felt embarrassed; she had dressed too informally today. She looked so mediocre in front of him.

He followed her till the cafe. They sat opposite each other. She could not take her eyes off him. At times, she marvelled at her own choice; more so, at his choice. How did he choose a mediocre girl like her? Yes, she was talented and outspoken, but she was not so beautiful. He was a prince charming; his looks getting better and better year after year. He had a magnetic personality.

He held her hand. She kissed his fingers. He kissed hers too. They kept talking and chuckling. He was so naughty, she could barely resist him. She fell in love with him every time she met him. He looked like an angel and angels are not supposed to be judged. They are supposed to be believed in and loved. She loved him like someone loves an angel. He was not far or near, he was omnipresent in her memories, eyes and her heart.

He kept kissing her till he went. She wanted it to last forever. She kept staring till he went.

After he went, she wondered- had it been a dream? It could only be one. Princes aren’t real, are they? He was too sacred to be real.