Perfect Stories

That gruesome scar on his face, Suddenly becomes so much more desirable when you come to know that he got burnt trying to save a child, Those chipped front teeth You find funnier when she tells you she fell on her face drunk dancing, That hideous wristband on someone Becomes much more than a rubbery…

Pick effort. Pick yourself.

What takes effort is love Patience Generosity Gratitude Forgiveness Anger Jealousy Impatience Hate, are easy. It’s super easy to do the easy thing. We stick to the hard things as long as they are easy. The moment it gets tough, you ask – is this worth it? That point, precisely then is the tipping point….

Disproportionately YOURS..

You have all my pics Even the ones that I am tempted to hide I don’t know why you collect mine! You can see the dark circles The double chin The open pores The growing eyebrows The smudged Kajal And you ask for close ups! Then you say “Wow”! I can’t find anything wow like…

Walls- only keep you in

Sad eyes on happy faces, So much hunger in round tummies, That thirst on wet lips, Driving by yourself in a long long car, Unlocking the door to a huge huge apartment, Curling up on the couch, To look at others do the same. Something is wrong somewhere. When did we start being so scared…

Infinitely Finite – Us

There is no shame in asking for help There is no shame in asking “silly” questions There is no shame in not knowing what to do all the time. It is shameful though- If you choose to ignore a plea for help, If you laugh at a question to which you clearly think you know…

Relationships are so much work.

Relationships are so much work. You’ve got to listen To understand To care To speak with love And then do it all over again. In between all that, There are those “I am crazy about you” moments. When you feel that this. This is what the universe had been planning for you. That kiss. That…

How does it matter?

I love you. You can say as many times. It means nothing. If you don’t do anything about it.

Of Love and Loving

Love will come, because it will. Love will cherish you. Call you precious. Love will love you. Love will hurt you, but it will not mean to. Love will hold you, warm you. Fight you and let you. Love will ask “who are you” And then will find the answer with you.

Did you wake up like this?

Did you wake up like this this? Was skinny jeans and crop tops really your thing? That mascara and ruby red, is that really you? Or are you hidden behind the cellulite That beautiful bountiful heart of yours When it goes out to another who’s being judged for fat arms But stays silent because only…

Love- is simple?

You play with my hair, and my soul starts to sing; You brush away a tiny bit of food from the corner of my mouth, and I can barely wait to put mine on yours; You take in my cold feet at night, warming them with that look in your eye; When I run my…