From my previous post, I’m guessing that many of you can roughly know that my dad has been pretty sick. Saturday morning, the fateful day that I forgot to wear my watch. And I truly wished that time stopped. Doctors informed us that there was no positive brain activity, and he was totally reliant on…
Tag: #love
Day 8.
Papa, its been a while since I heard your voice. Everyday and night I come to be by your side. I wipe your face, balm your lips and comb your hair. I have never held your hands, or kiss your forehead. Quickly realised that I shouldn’t have stopped doing so. I think you’re too…
Scrambled brains.
Sometimes I wonder, why it is so damn difficult to just be. To just accept things without reasons and explanation. Is it because we are eager, or because we are way more educated. If its because we are more educated, then why the questions people ask sounds so much more, less and less smart. 2)…
One Big Wave.
This and this Makes every molecule in my body vibrates. Melancholic. Telling me a story of its own. Reminds me of dear times. And beautiful moments. Warm hugs, pretty smiles. When my skin feels the rain. Wind in my hair and no worries in my head. Breathing in happy air with arms wide open.. Watching…
He;
To him whom makes my doubts all go away. I’m starting to see the many faces of you. And I love all of them, even those I do not like, I love . I accept. And sometimes I see the tenderness and gentleness in your eyes. Once in a while I see pain. Most of…
Falling in love.
I’m lying on the moon My dear, I’ll be there soon It’s a quiet starry place Time’s were’s swallowed up In space, we’re here A million miles away There’s things I wished i knew, there’s no thing I keep from you It’s a dark and shiny place But with you my dear I’m safe and…
Finishing Line.
Writing has always been an outlet. To outpour the chaotic feelings and thoughts of my daily ups and downs. Sometimes it literally feels like I’m talking to the wall, but I love that. Every now and then I get an encouraging statement on the topics,how,what and they way I write – which is splendid too….
When the inner stuffs really matter.
Those who are broken hearted are the real lucky and blessed ones. Heart beats fast, colours in the sky and promises. All of my doubts go away somehow when I’m with him. Or – its just because I’m preoccupied. No – he makes all my doubts go away. Occasionally, now and then, I find myself…
Him and I.
Today is his 2nd birthday, and I’m not there with him. Last year this day, I let him run around the house, i took him to the playground and I walked him where ever he wanted to go. Because I love him. This post is extremely overwhelming for me to write. My love for this…
What love is.
I’m wondering if you know the consequences of being a responsible person? Yes people look up to you and they know they can count on you. But the ugly side is that, you have to be responsible for yourself, and not to mention for your loved ones around you, and then there’s the people who…