Heart Personified

She hated the way he blamed her. He hated the way she blamed him.  Both of them blocked each other.  She regretted for blaming him. He regretted for blaming her.  Was that Love for them? 

Whenever I visited her, in the noon time we used to watch web-shows together, sitting on a pair of vintage wooden arm chairs, at her place. We hung out like that almost every week. I used to be more alive on that one particular day than the entire week. To be honest I was least interested in watching anything when she stayed beside. Of course she was so engrossed into the screen, Korean dramas were her "thing".  I remember one such incident where I would push my chair back enough to disappear from her sight. I did that just to lean back totally and watch her from the side without her notice. I know how cutely she would get irritated when I don't watch the show with her. But how could I explain that observing her quietly was my favourite. I tried to learn every small detail about her like I was reading a book, so well if I just shut my eyes she happened to appear in high definition. Sometimes I would sulk the way I was being ignored completely. Then I would get close enoug

There was no electricity in the house, the Sun was about to set, it was getting Dark, the surroundings were still Cold due to the heavy downpour last night. As I was sitting in the Dark, lonely corner of the room, Spotify was playing songs on the bluetooth speaker that was kept at some distance, on a table. I was gazing outside the window across the room, quietly. Watching the trees, a distant lit street lamp and a small portion of Dark violet Sky. A song queued and started playing.  "Mere Bina main, rehne laga hoon Teri hawaon mein, behne laga hoon Jaane main kaise, Tera hua hoon Mujhe to lagta hai main shayad tere dil ki dua hoon,  Tujhko jo paaya, Toh jeena aaya..." Suddenly it felt that those lyrics and the acoustic tune of the song matches my mood perfectly. As the lyrics went on, it unfolded a lot of memories along with it. Memories that were once the most beautiful reality. Memories that were still crossing my mind everyday. My mouth dried up, e

Sitting on the bed, I was engrossed in my laptop. I had just finished my morning study routine. It was leisure time now, I went through the news, while music played. Numerous thoughts were being processed and stored in the mind all at once. It’s similar to the “Recent Apps” menu on cell phones. Several apps are running in the memory, in the background. Right now I was sure about three of them. One was the news, White House unfollowed six Indian Official’s Twitter accounts including the Prime Minister, the PMO and the Indian President. Second was Youtube, where songs were being played from 'Recommended'. And third was You. The song “Shayad” from Love aaj kal 2 was about to end, I went to hit ‘next’ to “Yeh Dooriyan.” I must say I disliked it previously, but eventually it grew on me. On the other side, they explained,"during the time of a presidential visit, the account typically follows for a short time, the host country's officials to retweet their messages

You are the breeze, during the month of June, to sooth the trees, the earth and the world from the scorching heat, you bring those cry of relief. You are first drop of rain, falling on the forehead, shifting the gaze up, while the lips widen to smile, you are that joy. You are the sound of a down pour, which could be felt under the skin, one could sit and hear your music the whole day, the calmness you bring, you are the peace. You are the smile of a child, when they are given a toy, the sheer happiness with which they widen their eyes, baffled with their new possession, you are the innocence of their face. You are the span between each second of time, as the clock tick-tocks, the world enlightens in that space, you are an experience. You are the strength of a man, the drive which would make him conquer his dreams with you by his side, you are the motivation. You are the memories, which pushes one to a feeling, unparalleled, indescribable, senses all heightened, you are that swee