“LOVE”: an overrated crap... isn’t it?

I think my Love is lost. I searched Him in your eyes, I searched Him in your touch, But nowhere He was found, Neither in your heart, nor in your words. I thought He must be hiding behind your truthful soul, But the path to your soul was not open for me anymore. And now without Love my life is not the same, As gradually one thing I came to understand:
The “Love” that I lost is an overrated crap, Whose “fairy tales” & “soulmate sagas” are just here to trap. And behind these traps, lie an unknown fact, That “Love” is an eternal soul with feelings intact. And just as any other soul, it just exists, And once in touch, it’s hard to resist. So, this soulful Love is without any form, And for our human mind it’s beyond the norm.
So here’s a paradox,  That the  “Love” I lost,  is actually a hoax, Been fed to me by the minds of all those love defining folks. Cause “LOVE” can neither be found nor can be lost. It can just be invoked by a pleasant feeling or a thought.

From Innocence to Maturity...

When I was young,
I had been told, several times to be matured.
They warned me that time is fleeting,
You need to win in everything you are competing.
But I was just an average child,
Who lived in clouds & danced with smile.

But as been told, time did changed,
And everything turned out to be really strange.

The things were alike, the people were same,
All of them still existing with their new quirks & vain.
The petty thoughts & things were all around,
While soulful notions were hard to found.
And whims & fancies were still there,
May be it was me who they were not able to lure.

So how it feels to get finally mature?
And all that I could write & be assure:

My feelings are numb & the pain is all gone,
My heart stll beats, in this city of stone.

So what you think?

I am not what you think I am,
I am neither black nor white,
I am neither fat nor thin,
I am neither a “form” that can be defined,
Nor an “item” that can be possessed.

You can either say good of me or say bad,
Your words can neither change me nor yourself.
You like to judge me & love the harm they do.
Yet your words can never stop me to get it through.

I am a fragment let loose by the universe,
A fragment that embodies a human form,
A form that can get me back to my reality,
A reality that you are also a part.
And as parts of the same thing can never be alike,
This alikeness is what makes me “ME” & so do “YOU”

So, I am not what you think I am…

My warning letter to 'Stress'

Dear Stress,
Hope this letter does not stress you more. I need to tell you to stop stalking me from work to home and back. I think you have become obsessed by me otherwise how it would be possible for you to follow me even while I am brushing my teeth. 
Weird though it sounds yet you are everywhere. You end up making me confused & scared. Scaring me for what I am, how I look, walk or speak.  Nagging me to do things in the ways you like, preaching me your own cynic ways of self-help, yelling at me for not compromising for favors. Mocking me for trying something new even something small like a new dish I try to cook, you are there to spoil it. Are you crazy or vying to become the omnipresent God?
Kindly stop trying to befriend me although your tactics have garnered you many followers and many have even given their life for you yet be sure I am not one of them. Though earlier I had a fling with your elder brother “Depression” who, I must say is more attractive than you are.  And I …

The Soulful STRANGER

Have you ever met a "Soulful Stranger"? A stranger whose eyes met yours while crossing the street, or someone who just gave back something you lost mid-way, someone who brightened your dull day with a beautiful smile or someone who complemented you for something you really needed to hear that day, an encounter that felt a little weird as if you have known that person before. An encounter that was brief but intimate and your heart knew that it meant something even if you would never see that  person again.

If you met such a stranger than I am sure that the below lines would really connect with your concealed thoughts...

His eyes held me for a moment, And that momentwas quiet long, So long that everything came to a standstill, And stillboth of us were just strangers. Strangerswho just saw each other in a crowded place, A place we must have crossed many times, But that day, time itself chose to halt a little, And little did I know anything about those “soulful connections” before, Unti…

The Irony of MARRIAGE

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My Ignorance...