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Messy

That’s the purity in messy people.

They touch you in places the world has left untouched.

They take your heart and senses on a road trip and hope to hell that you’re courageous  enough to never return back to normality.
After all, there’s no life in the mundane. 

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2a.m. 

You’re staying up until 2am for all the wrong reasons. Because you’re wasted. Because you’re  heartbroken. Because you’re bored and lonely and scrolling through social media until you’re forced to surrender to sleep. 

You shouldn’t be half covered with blanket with your head propped up on a pillow, daydreaming about how things used to be back when you were in a relationship. Or plugging your phone into the closest outlet, just in case that text you’ve been waiting for comes through. 

Find a better reason to stay up until 2am. Stay up because you had a great idea for a story or a song or a poem, and you don’t want the idea to slip away as you sleep. Stay up, because you’re on a creative streak and don’t want to ruin your flow. Stay up, because your passion burns brightest at night. 

And if your career isn’t the reason why you’re awake when the sun is resting, let love be the reason. 

Stay up- not because you’re in the middle of a brutal fight filled with ugly words. Not because you’re tossing and turning,  wishing that the argument never happened. Not because you’re crying your eyes out over the kinks in your perfect relationship. 

Stay up, because you have a million things to say without enough hours to say them. Stay up, because you want to set a new record for the amount of times you make love. Stay up, because you don’t want sleep to rob you of a second time with them. 

Stay up, because you found something that makes the yawns and baggy eyes feel worthwhile. Don’t choose existing over living. Don’t scroll through Twitter, then Facebook, then Tumblr, then back to Twitter again out of boredom. And don’t relive painful memories of your ex, because you have nothing else to think about when the silence envelops your bedroom. 

If you’re gonna stay awake until 2am,  find a good enough reason. Find your passion. 

Because, once you find something that’s actually worth staying up until 2am for,  you’ll find something worth living for. You’ll find your reason to be. 

Thunderstorms and Hurricanes 

We used our tongues 

like swords in a war.

Slicing through

the insecurities,

and exchanging 

breaths of revolutions.

We were hurricanes

curled up in a satin blanket.

We were the thunderstorms,

wrapped in mortal bodies.

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|excerpt from the poetry slam yesterday|

Playing The Lover’s Role

Those three little words I love you never meant much to me. I mean yeah of course in the beginning; how it feels so sweet to finally hear something you’ve yearned for is such a victory. But after a while, the thrill of hearing those words are an ending to a sorry conversation that lose its meaning .

It’s when I love you is said in such a tone as if forced. No one is asking you to love me darling. But if you’re going to play the lover’s role then make sure you’re saying those words to me on 2occasions:

  1. You’d rather claw your heart from your chest and feed it to the bears than to ever think about losing me.           (OR)
  2. I treat you as if you’re magic. I disappear into your body and dissolve myself into your veins making us one.

If it’s not intense, if it’s not skin ripping, soul bleeding, life shattering 
…then save that high infatuation you have masked as love. I want no parts in the mediocrity. 

Contentment

Finished reading this book I’d started long back ,  humming to Prateek Kuhad’s alluring music, and here I am,  taking in my surroundings,  stealing glances, noticing the beautiful people around me and wondering,  sometimes it’s the simple things that make for the richest gifts.
How does one negotiate the price of such simple pleasures of life? When will we overcome adversity in order to succeed and appreciate the things that keep us grounded? That truly make us happy? That give us back our lost peace of mind?

The morning dew,  that unexpected touch,  that one intimate look,  the laughter under the sun,  that much awaited call/message, the smell of old books, that tight hug,  the surprise visit,  that walk on the beach, hot chocolate in a cosy cafe.  Those lonesome nights,  hearing the crackles and pops of wood burning on a cold winter night.  

This is what we need. 

So tell me,  how do I live a less cluttered life? 

For now,  I am at peace with myself and everything around me, just content to be here, in this moment,  with the pristine water staring back at me, enticing me. For these simple things, I understand,  rejoice, for which my soul is alive. 

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Mahabalipuram, you beauty. Thank you for everything. #firstsolotrip