Good hearts

A person with a good heart, will always stick by your side when everybody else leaves.

A person with a good heart, will always take a stand for you, if others ridicule you in your absence.

A person with a good heart, never gets bored by listening to your problems and solutions to each one of them.

A person with a good heart, will pick up your call even at 4am in the morning, because he/she knows that you need them.

A person with a good heart, will never spill your secrets to anyone and instead keep them safe forever.

A person with a good heart, never sees bad in anybody.

A person with a good heart, forgives. Even the ones, who have hurt him/her the most.

A person with a good heart, will never hate the one, who they once loved the hardest.


Never letting you go

“You can’t let me go”, she said in her soft, mellow voice and tears in her eyes. I stood in front of the window, frozen and stoic, but my ears could clearly hear her whispering sobs as she cried.

There was a wave of deathly silence in the air and between us, hurting the ears. Minutes later, the door banged and she was gone. Outside, the sun sank into darkness and the russet sky was slowly turning into grey.

Suddenly, my mind shifted back to the day when I saw her for the first time. She had unbridled hair, wore out of fashion clothes but had a heart-warming smile. She laughed unabashedly, not caring of what others might think about her.

She was a girl with the heart of gold who knew nothing but love and kindness. A girl who would always appreciate even your flaws and never make you feel bad about them. That girl, she was gone.

I let her go. The one person, who I love more than anything in this world. I let go that person, who loved me when I couldn’t even love myself. At that moment, I realised what I had lost. I lost a star.

A car shrieked outside and I woke up hurriedly, realising that I had been sleeping. Somebody opened the door. It was her, with her ever beaming smile.

“Honey, did I disturb you?”, she asked and I quickly stood up to hug her tight. She was startled with my sudden showing of love, but gave up anyway. And I could only whisper, “I love you. I am never letting you go”.

Image: Silver Linings Playbook


The day you left was like a apocalypse waiting to happen for a long, long time.

My entire world came crumbling down, the moment you said goodbye.

As you left, a part of me also went along with you.

I craved, not for that part but for you.

But, I don’t regret letting you go.

You wanted to change my individual existence. You wanted to crush my identity, that I had established after eons and eons of toiling. And this, wasn’t possible.

I know, only magic can help me to forget all your memory.

But one thing that I could be always proud of is, I don’t regret letting you go.

You don’t deserve.

You don’t deserve to get lost, in the sea of obscurities.

You don’t deserve to be hopeless, with your wounded wings.

You don’t deserve a soul, that is complete shattered and tattered.

You don’t deserve a heart, broken beyond the imagination.

You don’t deserve to be the prisoner, of your unmemorable past.

You don’t deserve the rueful eyes, of the people that never cared enough

You deserve something more, something bright.

You deserve to fly high, above the mighty clouds.

You deserve the spring as well as the rain.

You deserve the soothful winter mornings. 

You deserve the colourful skies of summer evenings.

You deserve to be loved, immeasurably.

You deserve everything beautiful

You deserve the peace of your soul.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

You have been my constant company since the day I realised that, no human could ever be able to bear with my countless emotions. 

You have been a part of my brightest mornings and suffered along with me through the worst nights. You were there when I was falling apart and still here when I am no longer fragile. 

I wrote pages and pages of, happiness and sorrows, laughter and tears, hopes, dreams and what not. You know when I was the happiest and also the day I cried thousands of tears. 

And you embraced all of them with love and openness, without even judging or criticising me. 

Sometimes, I would even tear apart your pages in a fit of rage, still not a word of complaint from you. 


Why don’t you ever respond? 

It’s difficult for me to cope up with this unbroken silence of yours. The silence feels so deep that it hurts the ears. 

I want you to comfort me, like a friend does. I want you to criticize me, like a friend does. I want you to hug me tighter, like a friend does. 

I want to hear you laughing when you know that I am happy. I want you to put your arms around me, when you see me break down. I want you to promise me that, no matter what, you will stay by my side. 

Anyways, I think that’s the thing with the diaries. They listen to you but can’t take away your loneliness. 

But, I still love you and will always do.

Love always,

Your loner.


There is something about the way you talk. Your husky masculine voice bewitches and comforts me. Your words glide through my ears and pull every strings of my melting heart.

There is something about the way you walk. Your athletic body always makes me go weak in my knees. 

There is something about the way you smile. Watching your soft lips take a curve is the most captivating thing to be ever seen by me. Every time you smile, I fall for you, harder.

There is something about the way you hold me. Whenever you entwine your velvety hands around my waist, it sends a quiver through my every vein.

There is something about the way you sleep. When you close your deep brown eyes, resting your head on the pillow, my heart races faster seeing you that way. While asleep, you still look beautiful and perfect.

All this makes you just so irresistible!