Even if you react,
it won't change anything,
it won't make people suddenly respect you,
people won’t trust your words soon,
it won't make people care for you,
it won't magically change their minds for you.
Sometimes it is better to let things be the way they are.
Let people go if they don't want to stay.
You cannot expect people to understand you every time.
People always don't get to know where you're coming from.
Chasing for answers and asking for clarifications will mentally suffice you,
But what about emotional stability?
You must not stick yourself onto what is happening around you.
This process of not letting things affect you, is a very slow process.
There is no need to rush yourself in this learning because it will make you
not bother with things for time being.
If you want to be happy, let this be a slow process of learning.
- Aishwarya Kulkarni

out of the blue snuggles
conversations at an unusual hour
hard liquor combined with tepid water
warmth in the shelter
unlocked empathy
relevance between butterflies and glimpses
partiality for the odds
coffee and tea differences
self-assured soul
chilly winter, moist monsoon, hot summer
grip in sharing
meaningful tuning
vital veins whispering the tag
pecks while being asleep
devotion and passion
troth of a forever presence

A Poisonous Bliss!

As one villanelle can make us awake;
Where thoughts may not at all be planted,
Because dreams are never opaque.

Life saves us with sudden break;
Having the gut to take new chance,
As one villanelle can make us awake

Not every core needs to break;
And we fight with our own realities,
Because dreams are never opaque.

Midnights tempt you to create mistake;
But some live daytime like lifetime,
As one villanelle can make us awake.

Each day passed has no retake;
Facile is to fantasize while sleeping,
Because dreams are never opaque.

For once let us all not fake;
Agonizing is what we must accept.
As one villanelle can make us awake,
Because dreams are never opaque.

We are getting lost slowly,
As we embrace the sheets all over.
But I can still feel you,
As veil is the only cover.
The fragrance is however same,
And dreams are turning into tales.
No cessation can minimize the desire,
Why are we blaming this to be a barrier?
The await is existent,
Upon the effort of weaving.
Coming around and staying for a while,
Is what we are craving.
Putting back together isn’t an option,
For it needs to be shattered initially.
Surviving shouldn’t be a choice,
When you can live aesthetically.
Undergoing again and again through the skin,
Caring less for piling up the sins.
No we are not distracted from each other,
Because the bond is true to itself.
Although the paths are disconnected,
Who cares if we are detached by interval or death?
The soul will keep us ******* endlessly,
Sticking on the edge until the last breath.
We are blessed by Him,
Though we are not so near.
In the name of mizpah,
I’ll keep you always in my prayers.