YES. HE WAS MY SUN. MY ETERNAL LIGHT SOURCE.
YES I WAS HIS MOON. DEPENDANT AND VULNERABLE.
YES WE HAD OUR FIGHTS REGULARLY.
WE CALLED THOSE DARK GLOOMY
DAYS AS "ECLIPSES"

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As i sit by the window and i sit each day
watching the white clouds play a race.
Naughty blighters, they mimic the earthlings
At times, each other they chase.

On some days come an older bunch
All too dull, grey and black.
Along with them they always bring
an army of winds in the back.

The elder clouds pick the young
and send them far away.
The winds, on their command
make the trees and throngs to sway.

The old finally find the place
to drain their soul beneath.
They fall in drops on blessed land
adorning earth in wreath.

As i sit by the window and i sit each day,
watching a new billow of white.
In their usual blue ground they play
until the start of night.

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The birds flying home, might wonder what is going on.
Wonder what carried away all that hustle of the city.
Why is there peace and quiet everywhere all of a sudden.
Those monstrous metal beasts which filled nearly every gap on roads have disappeared..

No more eye blinding lights.
No more loud noises.

“Even the air is clear now!!”

They might be overjoyed..

The dogs and cats might happily run on the streets and play, without the fear of getting hit, pelted with stones or shushed away..

The young ones might even ask their mothers, “is this it? Have those lousy humans finally learnt their ways? Is it finally the “happily ever after” ??

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You will miss her.

You will miss her when you reach home late and hungry after a long tiring day and a cold kitchen invites you.

You will miss her on those days of the month when you wake up crying with pain in the middle of the night and a black void consoles you.

You will miss her when you and your dad are mad at each other and there’s no one to break the rift.

You will miss her when your friends talk about how they went for shopping or spent the weekends with their mothers.

You will miss her when there is no one to listen to your rants when you are upset.

You will miss her at a mere mention of her name by someone who knew her.

A mother’s love is the best gift one can receive in their entire life.

Lucky you are, if you have her by your side today. Hold her, hug her, listen to her, tell her that you love her and will keep her happy and please do keep her happy.
Because one day, you will miss her and it will be too late.

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The birds flying home, might wonder what is going on.
Wonder what carried away all that hustle of the city.
Why is there peace and quiet everywhere all of a sudden.
Those monstrous metal beasts which filled nearly every gap on roads have disappeared..

No more eye blinding lights.
No more loud noises.

“Even the air is clear now!!”

They might be overjoyed..

The dogs and cats might happily run on the streets and play, without the fear of getting hit, pelted with stones or shushed away..

The young ones might even ask their mothers, “is this it? Have those lousy humans finally learnt their ways? Is it finally the “happily ever after” ??

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There.... you stand,
You stand, amidst all odds
You brave, against all wars
You show out, among all reluctance
You live, around all the dead
It's not for beauty that I behold you.. it's because YOU ARE SO MUCH MORE.

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There is so much in life. There are cafes on cozy city corners with vintage chandeliers and that waiter who always smiles at you when you order a chain latte. There are Christmas trees that shine through apartment windows and that seventy year old couple across the road who walk around the park at 9:30 every morning. Rainy Thursdays when you're awoken by the patter of rain on your roof and Sunday nights when the week is yours to conquer. There's swimming in the ocean at dusk when the sky is pink and the water is warm. There's coffee to drink with best pals and kareoke songs to butcher with any willing participant. There are bubblebaths and hot showers after a long day and a clean bed with fresh sheets. There are adventures waiting in some far off country just for you.

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I am rather a soaring kite.
I vanish admist the sky of everyday chaos,
Too very often.
But with your grip,
gentle enough,
with the bond,
strong enough,
with the strings
undamaged,
You can always pull me back,
to yourself.
And I'll come, most willingly.
#icare

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ಕಾರಿನ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಿಂದ ಪುಟ್ಟದಾದ ಕೈಯೊಂದು ಒಳಚಾಚಿತು. ಕತ್ತೆತಿ ನೋಡಿದೆ. ಪಿಳಿ ಪಿಳಿ ಎನ್ನುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಆ ಕಂಗಳಲಲಿ ಹಸಿವು ಎದ್ದು ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಒಂದು ಗಳಿಗೆಗೆ ಏನೂ ತೋಚಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅರಿವಾಗುವುದರೊಳಗೆ ಗ್ರೀನ್ ಲೈಟ್ ಚಾಲು ಆಗಿ ಗಾಡಿಗಳು ಸಾಗಲು ಮುಂದಾದವು. ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ನನಗೆ ನಿಯಂತ್ರಣವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನಾನು ಮುಂದೆ ಗಾಡಿ ಚಲಾಯಿಸಿದೆ. ಕಾರಿನ ಕನ್ನಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಿದಾಗ ಆ ಹಸಿವಿನ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಕಂಗಳು ಮರೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದವು. ಆದರೆ ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಅಚ್ಚಾಗಿದ್ದವು.

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Snuggling deep into the soft shawls of granny on cold nights and thinking of the times when she used to hug you warmly to sleep is one of those feelings which makes you sad and happy at the same time.

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