I realized something today,
Something truly magnanimous:
There is a difference between alone and lonely.
Alone is when you sit by yourself with nothing and no one.
Lonely is when you are alone sitting next to hundreds laughing and cheering.
I realized something today,
Something truly magnanimous:
How lonely I have become.

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Life goes on and we move on.
But do we really get over anything or everything that happened?
I can't. It's tough to accept the fact that the people with whom you had the best lunch or with whom you had the best night under the stars, the best long talks with, one of the best trips with and finally, one of the best times with, is not with you anymore. It hurts. It pains a lot. Especially when you know that there are no chances of them coming back or you going back to them ever.
I'm happy right now with all the people that I have at the moment in my life. But each time a person leaves, the part of me which so purely was in love with them turns into the most maligned part which can never be of anyone's anymore. And if I was to write an open letter to all the people who left, there's just one thing I would love to say in it, 'You gave me a lot of happiness and we had the best of times, then.'

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As soon as her euphoric voice greeted over the phone,
Thousands of melodies jingled together,
Striking the right notes;
It composed a perfect music.

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Soulmates...
They are always meant to be together.
A lucky few find their mate very early on in life. Then there are those, who takes few heartbreaks to realise each time they were with the wrong person all along. Sometimes it takes a parallel universe for them to end up together. Once found, nothing can tear them apart. They find their magic in themselves and together they light the way for the rest of the world.

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What is love?
It isn't always who we wake up to every morning.
It is who we think of every night before we sleep and the first one who we remember every morning.
It isn't about a physical relationship, but a connection of two souls that is bound through eternity.
It is reliving those bittersweet memories even if it means that our eyes gets moist.
It is always who we care and pray for silently despite us being a non-existential character in their lives.

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You and I are not easy.
We struggle and rise,
Wallow and shine,
As we abandon the old pasts,
Heal each other's scars.
Fill our emptiness,
With soft melodies and passionate kisses,
Warm embraces and everlasting promises.
For you and I are not easy,
But we have learnt to walk past the storms together now.

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Somewhere in between, when the waves of reality and the race of life pushed you with its invisible hands, with the high tides strangling your body in a way that if you don't catch the pace of the running world, you somehow had to walk faster, leaving the world you lived in. The world of innocent love, small fights and reconciliations, irrelevant irreconsilable differences, the world where you once lived in, vanished in the speed of the days passing. You started smiling again leaving the weight of your past. Your life was on track again. You started savouring the taste of having a tea watching the rain again after a very long time.
After a while, when you realise that there is no point in being a part of this race which led to a nowhere land, you look back to the destruction, the pain, the love and above all the memories.
They say that time heal, maybe it does but humans don't forget things easily. We wouldn't know what we are gonna lose unless we do once. Maybe you cannot go back to it either, and anyhow you are also not the same anymore but, it always remain. And you will believe maybe after all, love happens only once and in reality
you never moved on.

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In this world,
Aren't we all broken in our own ways.
Desperately trying to fix things,
Heal our broken wings,
Mend our hearts,
Searching for that lost smile,
Or the time when innocence glittered our eyes.

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And as the sun sets, I start realising that at the end of the day I would be left to myself.
Sun sets and it sets a romantic melancholy over the sky and I start pretending merry as if the sky is my home.

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I left.
I paused on the moment, the place, the people into my past.
I will forever remember the way it was.
But, they are no longer real. My parents are a bit older, my neice is learning, I'm my friend's "old" friend.
They remember me in a past. Newer memories to replace the moments, the places and the people.
How can I be homesick when I no longer know if it's my place anymore?
How can I come back to you when people have learned to live without me?

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