all that i feel about marriages

oh how even just the utterance of this word, fills me with oh just so many emotions. oh how since the very beginning, of my journey, i’ve but subtly dream of getting married to the one that oh i’d love.
oh how even without ever getting close to live this dream of mine, oh I’m able to imagine far and beyond it; as if it was my reality that oh i lived; from rise, until set.

oh let me walk you around it; as oh i tell you, all about what I feel about it.

anyone who has pursued or is pursuing some form of art, knows as to how as to how the process is more beautiful than the destination itself.
the path that led to ‘create‘ something beautiful is oh just more valuable.

similarly, the path that may lead to your marriage, oh the journey until that would be of much more significance.

oh it doesn’t matter how embarrassing and subtle the beginning of your love maybe, in the end, oh it’ll become just the most sweetest memory as oh you’d reminisce how it all began.

oh all that you may have lived together, will be what holds you as one.

oh the way, love brews itself as time passes, is oh something you’d like to witness unfurl. oh there’s no lovelier of a feeling than to feel her as oh she confides in you more, after having being too blunt about being not interested.

oh it is important to understand, that oh if you’ve genuine feelings for someone and if feeling her beside you for the rest of your life, feels just right, then oh it is you who will have to sacrifice for oh the two of you to become one.

oh there’s no love, without sactifice. for oh somewhere within, she still maybe carrying, the burden of her past that oh will affect the choices to her, that oh she makes in the present.

oh you’ll have to be patient with your love. oh you’ll have to be able to understand, what all she means and what all she doesn’t.

with time, she too will realize the feelings that oh you have for her.

and oh then will come a day when oh even she would feel the strong emotions that you’ve felt for a while now. oh she too will be able to imagine.

oh it is but all the experiences that oh you live together, is what that oh really brings one closer to other even when they were never meant for it to happen. oh no memory that you both write in your present is small. it all is important.

let go of the ill feelings for oh if you don’t; they will end up destroying you and her.

and when all of this said and done; oh the most blissful day to your lives, shall come to life.

for oh how can two people in love not; help themselves but flutter at the thought of waking up next to the one that they love, after having to have longed for oh the most simplest of gestures.

oh tell me that oh you won’t like to have her beside you as oh she’d smile the most natural to her, as oh she would try to open her eyes, early; only to have you pull her closer.

oh how beautiful would be the feeling, when oh you’d cuddle with her; the first thing in the very morning. oh to whisper a few words of love, only to feel your lips entwine on hers is a feeling that oh shall always feel evergreen.

oh how precious is the life of the married one’s, for oh it is not everyone who gets to feel such comfort. who oh feels this safe. who oh feels this loved.

oh it is rare, but oh it exists. this isn’t a tale that you only read in stories.

oh how i can imagine, as oh she’d resign on my lap, after a day oh so tiring, only for me to feed her as oh she just chews and be the cutest of them all.

oh i can’t stress as to how beautiful such moments are for me, really.

oh how full of giggles would it all be, to see her all mad at me, as oh i’d tease her and prank her in my own ways.

oh how i can imagine me being all goofy. oh how I see myself, leaving a toy cockroach (from my toy insect collection that i specially bought to prank her) on top of her phone, only to then turn to the most innocent creature as I ask her what time is it?

oh how she’d freak out and oh i’d lay there, laughing just so hard. oh I’m rather kind so I’ll be sure to record this exchange and share this with all our friends and family. oh it’ll be fun.

there are a million more instances of such moments, that oh i can write.

love isn’t short, in it’s reach.

allow yourself to be loved. and the rest of it, shall fall on it’s own place.

oh i cannot wait to get married, but i guess, all i can do at this point is wait for someone who would feel a lil different than rest.

i personally know myself and so i probably would go for a live in, for oh i won’t require me and the girl I’d be in love with to be married, just so i could be there for whenever she may need it.

oh i do not care for the society or the people around.

oh no one will stop me to love her in a way, that oh she deserves.

oh no one will stop me from doing the smallest of things for her.

oh i cannot wait to be goofy. oh i cannot wait to love. oh i just cannot wait to be, ‘together’. for once.

this is what a married life should look like.

if you cannot be your most goofiest self, then what’s the point of loving anyway?

oh tell me, where’s the comfort in oh such a marriage?

oh how will you love, if you live in an constant fear?

oh what is the meaning of a marriage, wherein you’re just there; caring not, if oh you matter or not. if the feelings to you, matter or not.

forget marriage.

the same applies to all those who are in a relationship.

do not indulge in any bond, wherein you’re denied the respect, the love, the care and all that you desire for.

confront and if all you still hear are excuses; oh just let go.

let go, caring not how painful it all is.

to all those parents who seem to revert to arrange marriages without even caring if the pair that they want them to spend the rest of their lives with is in sync or not; oh you should reflect on the choices that you make.

marriage is no light hearted matter. many lives has been lost because of a few bad decisions.

relationships cannot be forced. nor they should be.

love naturally. synthetics in your emotions, will only pollute.

to all those women, who don’t feel as confident, because of all the rejections; oh do not, blame yourself or look down on yourself.

learn to say no, when it’s needed. and stand up for yourself.

it’s okay to be naive. but if you’re just fool, then it is you and only you, who has to make the effort and clear the mist, that the innocence to you has caused. do not be fooled.

you are all strong and capable.

you’re all beautiful.

love right. love honestly.

to all the guys; be sensitive to her emotions; of the one that oh you’d like to marry.

be true to your own self and do not act as if you come ‘above’ them in anyway. you do not own them.

do not love, if you cannot maintain it.

keep in check; the lust to you.

to all; please oh please, do not pollute this idea of marriage.

amidst all the pain, that exists today, this is something, that oh is the hope and dream, for many. do not ruin it for them.


with love

the stranger who felt rather beautiful

i closed my eyes, in wonder
peeking within my imagination
so as to decide, what is it really
my love, that i seem to find the most beautiful

was it the sunset sky?
or was it where the land and water met, at a stretch?

until oh my love, my eyes stumbled upon the thought of you

and the words that you write

realizing how it all begins, only when i’d feel you beside me

under the same sky, walking against the; path of the breeze

caring not for where i’m, but only for the jewel, next to me
that oh i’ll let no tide, drift away

oh how my love, you seem to adorn
all that you visit;
all that you gaze at;
all that you hold.

oh how i seem to have felt, the sweetness in you
along with the wisdom and innocence

that you no longer have to carry

for these words, that i write today
will sketch all that and more

that maybe,
only i could see.

oh how my love, i seem to have lost myself

as your rosey lips, smiled at me

on the day, when the dark skies in this city of mine

and oh your eyes; looked it’s prettiest

with colors oh my love,

that you gave birth to

on the day, you wore that white dress

only to whisper shyly; looking into mine

‘i do.’

well, i stumbled upon this lady, who just felt rather warm and sweet. there was just something about her, that felt rather beautiful to me.

this heart of mine, couldn’t resist, but write for her

i wrote whatever that came to me, as i closed my eyes and thought of her

unfiltered; raw

for you. :)

with love

you are not alone; anymore

oh no women should be left alone in the process of giving birth or raising a part of her.

oh the pain to their stories; i feel it even when they never express it to you

oh how she feels just not the pain to her but also of the child

mother; towards

why is dad not home, ma?

ma, will dad come this time for my birthday?

ma, am I bad child? then why doesn’t dad call me or meet us?

ma, i came first in my class. will dad come now, ma?

ma, can we ask dad if he could come this time at our picnic?

mother; itself

if only someone could take me to the hospital. she has been moving a lot within me and oh i just don’t seem to have the strength to do it on my own

i wish i could dress my awaiting one, in those pretty cute small clothes, i saw the other day at the mall

i hope i could sleep a wink tonight. only if i had someone beside who could go check up on her

i am a lil hungry today. but at least he ate well.

he has been asking for a new pair of shoes for a while now.

it’s rather cold today. at least i’ve my lil ball of joy. but i just wished, i had someone to… nvm :)

it is but a mystery as to oh how a few can let go of the people, they travelled so far with, in the name of love; on their own to survive as if they were never a part of it

whenever i come across a lady such as that, oh i envision myself in a dream

a dream that oh i shall live

oh how i close my eyes and imagine myself, sitting on the couch, near the fireplace. oh how a few candles near, adorned all around us, with light. oh how my hands were around a lady, who oh was but the one i fell in love. oh how warm did she feel, as oh i felt her on my lap, laying oh so sweetly, whilst burying her head on my chest.

oh how the lil one, whose welcome was not something I could share; but oh she still belonged to me since the day, i met with her; unrehearsed.

oh how loving, made not one but so many of my dreams come true and oh i couldn’t be more happy

oh how this is but one of the many dreams

that oh my love, we will live

for indeed there way many incidents where you felt hurt

but oh there are many more ways in which oh my love, i shall love you and that my love is one promise, that oh i wouldn’t even break in my death, for all that i create today will be there still; just for you.

oh let this society label, all it wants. for it still would be no one to decide, whose perfect and whose not

i shall love, whoever it is i fall in love with. the past to them, won’t and oh just shouldn’t matter to me.

especially when it will be you on the other side, for the one i love need not be ‘perfect’

with love


i read this really well written thing, by a lady, whom oh i do not know and oh how she reminded and made me realize something.

in 4th

i was always a rather shy child. and just really sensitive. oh how now that i reminisce, i recall crying so many times, whenever oh i would lose a pencil or a rubber.

or when this guy would hide my stuff, for his own fun.

oh my tears had no end. for oh losing something that oh was familiar to me would always break me and oh i was never taught as to how should one cope up with a loss that oh may seem small, but oh it meant so much more to me.

i come from a very lonely place, whilst in school

and that’s why, i guess, these inanimate objects were the only friends i had wherein i was in my most comfort.

oh how I’d cry, when the teacher would ask me to switch places, after i would have in my own childish ways got oh just so close to the one sitting beside me.

in 3rd

oh even then, i seem to have loved being alone, for oh i remember as the kids were chirping and having fun, i chose a seat next to the teacher.

for oh no one wanted to be my friend, nor oh i knew how to befriend one. and oh i still do not.

in 8th

i remember being in tears later; i told my sister that oh i had no friends. oh i remember telling her, how no one ever talked to me or played with me. oh how i told her a few things about my loneliness about which even I didn’t understand anything

and so it is indeed true, i come from a rather lonely place

oh i was not in the wrong, yet oh i had to suffer

oh was it my fault that oh i was sensitive to the smallest of things

oh why. why was it me who was taken advantage of

just because i was innocent to the ways of this world

oh tell me, why

make my childhood feel blissful and not as the time when i was the most insecure

oh this however was just the beginning of the exploitation of the innocence in me

for oh i lost so much more after that

and oh yet, here I’m today

talking and dreaming of love, all the time

for oh it is indeed true, i do not want anyone’s innocence be stripped of them

just like it was for me

oh i can only love one, but oh let the way i love

set an example as to oh how should you love

for oh i prefer to remain a fool, who believes in love and all stories fairytale

for that is the only truth, my pain taught me

and that will be, all i ever preach

love away.

especially you, eve.

with love

peek at how i create

i’ll be sharing rather lucidly as to how do i go about writing something. everything that i write or have written has it’s own process and a form of inspiration behind it. it could be something that i saw or felt. it could be a lady, who I like or have feelings for. or something in someone whom i do not know, but oh it intrigued me.

i do put a lot of thought before syncing the words one after the other. every word, every line and all to it: symbolizes something. it has a meaning behind it, which well may not be visible as clearly as it is to me but oh it is there.

however, today i’ll be particularly talking about this post of mine, that i wrote rather recently. the stranger who felt rather beautiful.

the beginning is rather self explanatory. the inspiration behind these words, was indeed a stranger to me, but what i felt in her; wasn’t.

while just strolling around wordpress, i stumbled upon this lady, who had just so much to her that intrigued me; that just felt so really beautiful to me. the innocence and a sense of sweetness; belonging to her heart. oh these were just one of many, that oh turned me into a poet, for her.

i ccouldn’t resist, but express. it was rather late, but oh the emotions that oh i were feeling after this encounter, made me write.

the poetry began as follows.

‘i closed my eyes, in wonder
peeking within my imagination
so as to decide, what is it really
my love, that i seem to find the most beautiful

was it the sunset sky?
or was it where the land and water met, at a stretch?

whenever I’m feeling, the most romantic and oh just full of love; to write something. to create, oh i close my eyes and imagine it all, as to how would it feel. as to oh how would i feel, before inking it within paper. and oh I wrote just that, to begin this.

this lady, who felt just oh so beautiful, had a picture of her, amidst the sunset, near a seemingly beach side.

and oh to that, i pondered, which one looked more beautiful between the two of them.

“until oh my love, my eyes stumbled upon the thought of you
and the words that you write

realizing how it all begins, only when i’d feel you beside me

under the same sky, walking against the; path of the breeze

caring not for where i’m, but only for the jewel, next to me
that oh i’ll let no tide, drift away”

oh how i didn’t have to ponder on that thought anymore, after oh my gaze caught a sight of her and oh i realized as to how, oh all that lies around me, could feel beautiful; only if oh she was there with me. for without her around; i wouldn’t be able to appreciate the beauty of this nature as much that oh i did, when she was there.

for oh to walk under the same sky as her, feels much more beautiful to me, than walking alone under the same sky. the presence of someone; you’ve feelings for, just turns all things bland into a magical experience.

oh if I were to be very honest, during this and oh just in general, it is never really the nature, that oh i care about. it is about the presence, that oh i really want beside, for that is what i really care about and not really as to where i was. it is the love and bond, that i share, is what that matters and just adds up a lot more, to the beauty with which we perceive things. that is what I tried to portray, in the lines “realizing………me”.

the word jewel has many meanings hiding within it. jewels are referring to the sunset, that oh i saw in the sky and as well as this picture of her, where she was wearing, ornaments oh so traditional.

keeping all these in my mind, and the fact that oh i just really cared for her, for she was the only amidst all that i was around, that oh felt like a jewel to me. out of all the jewels, she felt like the one and only for me.

oh how my love, you seem to adorn
all that you visit;
all that you gaze at;
all that you hold.

i personified ‘jewel’. with the same residing thought; i expressed as to how she adorned me, in various ways.

oh how i seem to have felt, the sweetness in you
along with the wisdom and innocence

that you no longer have to carry

for these words, that i write today
will sketch all that and more

that maybe,
only i could see.

her words, her eyes, the tone in which she wrote; had glimpses of her innocence and the wisdom, that oh she had in her.

my words shall store all these sides to her and all the pain, that she carries so as to lighten her, just so she could fly again. the pain to her may not be visible to all. but oh I’ve always felt a lil too much, so i may not miss it, no matter how vaguely she expresses it.

oh how my love, i seem to have lost myself

as your rosey lips, smiled at me

on the day, when the dark skies in this city of mine

and oh your eyes; looked it’s prettiest

with colors oh my love,

that you gave birth to

on the day, you wore that white dress

only to whisper shyly; looking into mine

‘i do

oh I saw a picture of her, with red lipstick. and oh all that came to me after was ‘rosey lips’. also her eyes had mascara on them, which oh outlined them and oh they resembled petals.

just like pain is reflected in one’s eyes as and when they tear. so does their smile. her eyes, looked just so pretty. oh I couldn’t help but get lost in them.

as I started earlier that it was rather late, when oh i was writing this, hence that’s how ‘dark skies’ came out to be.

also dark skies, look rather pretty with clouds scattered and a moon peeking amongst them.

she also had a picture of her in white. white basically is an amalgum of all the seven colors. so, ‘the colors that she gave birth to’, for she was dressed colorless.

also white dresses are what i like to imagine, my lady would be wearing on her wedding day. and so, ‘I do’.

so well, briefly this was all that was in my mind and heart when i was writing this poem. i probably may have missed a few here and there, but you may have got a slight idea.

i wrote sequel to this. it has it’s own journey.

anyway, i really loved writing this. and this was the first time i added pictures, that were true to what i wrote. it sort of was what may have been lacking all along.

i generally don’t write and tell, but in this case i did. although, i didn’t say anything apart from that. was just feeling shy. still do. but yeah.

thank you for reading.

with love

the memories to you; became what gives life to the dreams that i bore

oh my love, i can see through it all. this is where we shall end up, after all that is sour, has come to an end. a sky oh so clear, with a wooden cottage, that oh my love, was our home.

oh do not fear, if the electricity to our house was cut, for oh my love, we can always instead, under a moon and talk about all things that oh are dear to us.
about all things, that oh my love, we dream of.

oh my love, share the fears to you, that you chose to hide. let this land; away from all noise, feel the salt to your tears, as you try to hide them, while confessing all that you had to go through.
oh my love, i promise you, no one else will ever, step over them again.

for oh you and the love in you shall rise again, for oh my love, this time; i shall plant flowers every where; you’d shed a tear. oh let us add more gardens to our home, for oh my love, this is how i tell you, as to how your pain, gave birth to something just oh so pleasant.
oh you adorned me, my love. you adorned our land. and now, someday when we shall hear her first cry, oh you will but again, adorn our home.

feel the love again, my love. feel every side to it. feel all that you didn’t feel for oh just so long.

for it was a part of you then. it is a part of you, still. oh i feel it.

oh the romance to me doesn’t seem to mind for any season, for oh it blooms, across the year, caring not, for the extremes, for the love to me, will always find a way on it’s own, so as to love you.

oh the love in me, only seems to grow more passionate each second, and oh my love, i seem to love it just so much, as and when i involve myself with it; oh so deeply.

the snow at it’s edges, oh how it adorns this grassy land. oh i glanced at this picture, which oh my love, was oh a memory, for the one who met with;
but oh how it still fit perfectly, in this really simple dream of mine, that oh i would have lived, if oh my love, i was there, when oh you were meeting all alone.

oh how i can imagine, after strolling for miles straight with the one i love, i’d want to sit and just gaze; softly.
at her and all that surrounds us.

oh how beautiful would it be, to pull you close in my arms, as i lay on this grass; oh how all of it, feels just oh so exquisite.
oh i can feel my back brushing against the grass, as i hold on to you tightly, telling you oh how this is so much better than all the places that felt just so urban to lay on.

oh let my clothes get covered with dirt, i do not care for it. for oh the love that i feel, as i tease you amidst this breeze, is of much more value to me.

oh feel as i kiss my way from your forehead to your lips oh so soft.
oh feel my lips breeze through along the path of the breeze, that kisses your lips and oh the most tender parts to you; alike.

oh my love, let me tease you a lil. let me hold on to you for a lil more longer and oh my love, let me just love you, in ways such as this, time and again.

oh my love, you will wake up to me; during the sunrises
oh close them with you on my lap; beside a sky, that’s about to set

everyday; from the day, i sworn to be by your side

in ways, that oh my love, may look different

but oh felt all the same

whispering this poetry

or some other that oh would come to me

with oh just full of love.

a tiny friend of mine, sent me these pictures. and well, they are her ‘memories.’ the title should make sense now.

i’m uncertain about a lot of things in my life. but oh i still seem to realize more of love.

let go. live the way you desire. love the way you like. love warm. love soft. love passionately. love kind.

and oh make love. it’d feel beautiful. and so shall the lady, who’d be w you.

that’s how it is meant to be.

love is not a chore. don’t let it become that.

with love

i shall love you in pauses, until oh my love, i can love you whole

oh my love, your eyes are the most eloquent of them all, for even a mere utterance of affection in them seems to revoke the feelings of love and romance that oh i paused within, for all that you do, my love
even when you never meant for it to happen
is oh but mesmerize.

oh my love, loving feels like a journey to me. this journey that is but oh a dream come true, since you

a dream; never heard of; never really seen before

but oh was what my heart sought for
the most within

love seems to be ethereal, and oh my love, so does this thought
of being with you

for oh nothing is more pleasing to my eyes, than gazing at a tryst; between two in love;

such as us.

for oh my love, i may have heard many stories

but my favorite was the one
that oh my love
i was destined to write w you.

oh how i hope to begin
to walk with you.

oh if only i could, oh i would

oh my love, i would
speak the love, that sparked in me, since the first day, that oh my love, i stumbled upon you

oh my love, i handpicked a few phrases
that oh were in my heart

for a stranger who felt rather beautiful

knowing not, my love

those phrases

lived to became; a few notes and chords alike

and oh how all, who heard distantly, termed them as music

while all it was really my love

was me, reciting what oh i felt so deeply about you

oh how you adorn, all there’s to it
oh so softly;

fitting but perfectly.

oh i wish, my love, i could speak fluently
about the beauty that oh i see in you;

the beauty that oh you make me feel

for opening my eyes, whilst in love
with you

feels like waking up against the sun
with you wrapped in my arms

our gazes sync; so does your hand in mine

and oh how really beautiful is it all, my love?

oh i wish to love you and walk on this journey
that oh my love

for oh this journe, that leads to you, is oh my love
difficult enough
but i shall continue, until i reach you

for oh my love and all that i feel
is worth nothing
if oh my love, i could never love you

for this my love, is all i seem to know

this my love, is all i seem to want

with love

the loving truth

if the truth be told, it is no mystery as to how pain really overwhelms this world of ours and the lives of everyone, it comes across.

amidst all that one goes through; oh one might wonder

what is it really to have someone, you could love;

what is it really to have someone, you could rely on;

what is it really, to have someone you can trust,

oh there is a time, when everyone seeks the answers to these few and many more that lies within their soul

and so did i.

oh i shall share tonight, what i came up with

this is all i believe in and this belief of mine, will never waver, for it was once embedded deep within me, but now has become a part of me.

let me whisper the dream, that i saw with you, before oh my love, we begin to walk on this road

oh my love, i saw you looking into my eyes, only to softly graze my palm, by your eyes, asking you to close them,
and oh how so softly, they set; with you at it’s shore; smiling shy

oh my love, hear me whisper, that you’re safe, as oh i pick you up in my arms

oh you’ll hear no noises, but just the music, that oh my love, i’ve for you.
the music is but my love, all that i feel for you; as and when i see you
oh it is all that you’re, even when you don’t realize it
oh it is all that that you should have been told

oh hear it all, my love
for oh it all is but for you

oh how my love, as we walked on this selfish land, amidst streams of people

i was still smiling, for oh i was loving

oh it is and always was; to be able to love, that brought me the utmost joy

that is why, oh my love

glancing at you laying oh so sweetly, made all the thorns, i stepped on, worth it

oh my love, let me make you feel love; in a way, one doesn’t seem to think that exists; but oh it does

for that is the only i way i seem to know how to love and care for

oh my love, hold my hand, and memorize my touch

for that will be what i want you to always remember, when i’m not beside

oh my love, let me help you remember, this care and oh the way we didn’t let go

of each other; of your hand in mine

for oh my love, even when i’m not with you; and oh my love, you’d no longer

have to be at your toes; as you step in this world oh so big

for the memories, i knit for you;

the dreams, that oh i see for you;

and oh the love, that i’ve for you

will always keep you warm.

i found my solitude in loving. it made me happy.

to be loved, is your solace

you’re not alone.

with love