You, Me and The Bird

Beautiful Humankind,
We aren’t songs.
We aren’t stories.
We aren’t perfect.
We are humans. And we aren’t always strong.
Wait. I want you to do me a favour. Will you?
Pause for a while.
And then look around.
at the little birds flying, Could you see?
We are like the birds,
with dreams and wings,
with wishes and destination,
with hope and zeal,
But unlike the bird,
You and I aren’t hopeful.
We give up,
We give up on our dreams.
We give up on ourselves,
You see,
We aren’t perfect.
We are the lyrics of the song.
We are the characters in the story.
We are imperfectly perfect.
You, me and the bird. All of us. 


Beautiful Humankind,

“You know, it’s scary.”

“What?” Looking at the busy streets he asked.

Like, you know, how just like you and me, most of us work to make things successful. To have perfection in everything we do. Indeed, to love perfection. Where planning starts much before we’ve initiated any idea and you know, how stupid we’re to have planned everything, every now and then.

And then there are a few of us, a few like you and me, who enjoy the little droplets of rain. Who could make time to feel the hazy clouds moving in a uni direction during the busy odd hours of their lives. Who smiles even after knowing that they aren’t being photographed. Who enjoys the little something without “planning” and without thinking of “perfection.”

You know, it scares me to be successful and unsuccessful at the same time.


Of feelings and emotions

Dear Distance,

You weren’t something very meaningful for me until the last few years. To be honest, I didn’t really bother to think what changes you could ever bring. And who thinks about the changes until and unless you experience it, right? I thought you were a tiny one and you wouldn’t be influencing my life this easily. But as usual, I was wrong. Like, completely wrong.

I must tell you, you’ve a different kind of capacity. Capacity to crave for someone at 3 in the morning or to make someone lose forever is all in your hands. I want to ask you, how did you manage to incorporate such talents?  I mean, how did you happen to be so versatile, that you could either make or break.

Dear Distance, Thank you for giving that intense feeling of meeting your favourites after so long. I hope you understand that happiness in the eyes or that different feeling in your stomach. Yes, I’m talking about that kind of happiness. Or else I’d never completely known the value of a person and what craves you to meet them. You know, there have been days when I hate you to a different extent. Days like, “Hey! What’s up? Oh, okay, You’re busy. I’ll call you later.” And that later never came. Or days like, “I can’t manage time for you.” I also want to thank you for bridging the gap and letting me know that we could still make it after such a distance. You see, most of my best friends are long distanced. And we’ve managed it well. You were smart, but we went an inch more to overcome your smartness.

What do you call a person who loves and hates you at the same time? If you figure it out, let yourself know that I’m that person. But at the end will you mind being a little more flexible?

With love and hatred,


You and Me

Beautiful Humankind,

Unlike yesterday,
Let me fall in love with you today,
And when I tell you I’m in love,
I’ll love more of your scars
And less of your perfection,
And unlike yesterday,
I’ll love more of me
And more of you.
And we’ll call it a

What Idol looks like?

Beautiful Humankind,

Do you ever wonder what Idol looks like?

Come, Come along with me. I’ll slowly run my mind through the traces and will dictate you some key points you’d feel worthy listening at this hour.

  1. Your mom and dad will always be your mom and dad. I repeat, YOUR. Before you try proving them wrong, I want to tell you, they’ll understand and they’ll totally feel you.
  2. No matter how smart or how educated you are, you’ll always need your parents. Sometimes for the sympathy and most of the times for the love, care and the guidance that nobody else would try giving you.
  3. Even at the age of 20, my little problem is always greater to them than the massive issues they are having. No wonder, they won’t even mention about their sufferings.
  4. They tell you, “I know, this must be difficult. My girl, you’re struggling.” I want them to know that my grandma has secretly dictated me the stories of how you’d struggled. About dad being the superhero in that story.  At that point of time, I considered it as a story. Fairytale, you see. Today I came to know it’s wasn’t just a struggling painful story. It was one real struggling story of dad. I wish I could tell you how tiny my struggles are when kept before what you’ve been through.
  5. Through years I’ve learnt that you learn by observing. And when people ask me how you’d been so kindest, I don’t really know what to tell them. For I have seen my family members showering each one they meet with the kind blessings. I don’t know what Kinder or kindest is. I just know the word kind. Like some famous people say, “What you see is what you learn.” I learnt what I saw.
  6. I realise that it’s important, to be honest, and to make them believe that they are an integral part of our lives. I know that we’re all busy and we barely have time. But But, we do believe in priorities, right? Let me keep this straight, they’re your PRIORITIES. Believe me, they will always enjoy talking to you. ALWAYS.
  7. We talk about the time when we have no time. We talk about this era as one powerful era. What’ve we actually done to make it all worthy? I’ll suggest you something, let’s make some time to sit with our parents and discuss something you’ve always wanted. Your dreams, your life, your friends, your friend circle. Let them meet your friends. Talk deep. I’m telling you it’ll make sense. It always made sense to me. Trust me on this; they’ll always love being your listening ear. Tell them stories of how college was and how as usual you were late for the first class. Ask them how their days were. I’m sure they will understand you more than you could ever believe. And they’d love sharing what made them go long during the day.
  8. At last, on your every long/short travelling journey, you’ll always find your dad being overprotective and your mom will always pack some extra homemade food for you.
  9. When asked about blessings, I don’t know what form it takes. But I’m sure such family is no less than a complete blessing.

Do you even wonder what Idol looks like? Look around, you’ll find one.



And why not?

Beautiful Humankind,

When I was a kid, I used to look into the mirror and whisper something. I don’t really remember it well, but I do remember that it made some sense.

Remember those childhood days, when for every good task you did in school or at home someone was there to reward you? At times with some of your favourite words like, “You’re love” or “I told you, you’d done great!”  And at times with some materialistic love. Don’t you remember those mark sheets that detailed you about all your subjects and how you’d smartly boasted about it? Haven’t we all been through those days?

I’m in my twenties and as a sit in the corner of my bed with a cup of coffee, I wonder how’d life turned to be if we were still rewarded. I wonder if we had a score card of life instead of the mark sheet we got at school, would we still be able to pass in all the subjects. Had the scorecard represented everything you’d think about yourself, would we still be boasting about our results? In that case, we’d be more positive I guess.

Most importantly, how determined we’d be if we were to reward ourselves. I mean, no one is to prepare the score card. You prepare your own score card of your life. Sounds interesting, right? If for every day we had a small diary where we could record all the feelings we had today, and for every positive feeling about yourself you scored a double, would you still be so insecure of yourselves? What if even today, for every little task you’ve accomplished someone was there to tell you, “Yes, I was sure you’d done that!”, would you still conserve your mind with the negativity? For every time you lose confidence in yourself, you lose one important trait of your personality, would you still be less confident of yourself?

For every 3 a.m. night, when you feel low, how beautiful it would’ve been if you could convince yourself that you’re a sparkle. That you’re strong enough and no anyone could ever make you feel less worthy. If the securities came not from the locked doors of your home, but from the warmth within, maybe within we’d be more secure? If for every second you feel hopeless, you’d lose a considerable amount of score in the scorecard of your life, would you still be this hopeless? If you’d love your heart the way you want someone else to do, would you still think of hatred?

I wonder. I wonder. Sometimes, I look at myself and wonder I could be the perfect version of myself. That we could all do whatever we’ve ever wished to if we were positive enough to have not thought of any negative vibes coming around. You see, there is so much we could do in ourselves.

And like my childhood days, I looked at the mirror once again and I whispered something.

“Hope.” The vibrations remain the same since childhood.

The Kiss

Beautiful Humankind,

I slowly laid my mouth on her and we kissed for the first time. She tasted beautiful. Her mouth tasted of chocolate with a pinch of vanilla that I had hated until yesterday. I caress her back with my little fingers and she gave a very shy smile. The next second, we both look at each other and our eyes completed the talking in silence. I could feel her. I could hear her heavy breath which sounded like the rain slapping through the window. It sounded musical. Everything seemed musical.

I could smell roses. It felt like some tiny petals of roses are flowing all around leaving its wonderful smell. She smelt of soap. She smelled exquisitely beautiful.  I could figure out she had definitely used the rose body wash to have come up with such fragrance. Something fascinating, something that allures you, she smelt that magical.

I slowly plucked her hair behind the ears and I kissed her. I kissed her ears, her neck, her thighs, her hands. I kissed her skin. I made love.

She shivered a little. And then a little. And finally, she was trembling badly. You see, this is what we do in love. Knowingly, Unknowingly, We hurt the other person a little.


Beautiful Humankind,

I’ve always believed that we are a sparkle and each sparkle has something hidden, something pretty within it. When we talk about destiny, I don’t really know what it means. Or how important this is to how I am living my life. But I’ve always been inclined to believe that what is meant to be will always be. You’re here today, because it is meant to be that way.  You’ve this special bunch of people because you were supposed to have one. I want you to know that there is no point getting sad even if things aren’t really working in your favour. I’m sure if not this way, the other way but there definitely is something beautiful waiting for each one of us. And most importantly, a little beautiful sparkle is always mesmerizing. Destiny, the word seems big with its own sparkling role to play.

More Of You

Beautiful Humankind,

One day,
When you are stuck
in the middle of the road
and couldn’t find a way back home
I want you to know that,
You’re the only one who could find a way
You’re the only one who could help yourself
Because unlike you,
Everything else is temporary.

One day,
When you realise that
you are having some bad days,
and you really feel off-track
I want you to know that,
You’re the only one
Who could make yourself smile
Who could dance, sing, paint whatever
just to make you on track
Because unlike you
Everything else is temporary.

One day,
When you realise that
close friends are no longer interested,
and you couldn’t speak your heart out
I want you to know that,
You could speak to yourself
And feel the strength of a best friend
Because unlike you
Everything else is temporary.

At the end,
One day,
When you realise that
everyone doesn’t love you the same way
and you really couldn’t figure out why,
I want you to know that,
You could love yourself a little more
Because unlike you
Unlike your love,
Everything else is temporary

hearts and flowers

Beautiful Humankind,

They told me,
That this is the “best phase” of your life,
That it comes in the form of
A whole bunch of stupid class
That you would always cherish.
But I never really believed,
Until the day,

I realised
That the same class photograph
That made me feel nasty some years back
Made me hold a smile today

That this is why we filled the pages of
The dairy,
Flipped through the pages of the slam book
And scribbled in the white shirt on the last day
Of school.

That snap chat stories
Will remind us that they existed,
And calls and video chats,
Will make me miss them
To an undefined level

I never knew,
That we won’t rewind it back,
Until one day,
I realised that
Those days are gone.
And all I am left with is
Memories and memories
And memories.

With a pinch of nostalgia.