Firstly, I am really sorry that I haven’t been able to stay regular despite having promised the same.
Just been promoting my book and hence, I have been a bit busy. So I have decided to do a short question answer session for the readers.
A short poetry on a closure I got. What is your take on closure?
I had been clinging to false hopes,
Despite knowing the truth,
I stayed wanting to bind him with love,
A love to which he paid no heed,
He fell for another and I was left alone,
Many nights I spent crying myself hoarse.
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He and I were a story I wanted to tell,
And as I began penning it down,
Somewhere through those pages I found a closure,
Not all stories conclude themselves,
Not all stories are happily ever after tales,
Sometimes it’s necessary for us to give ourselves the closures we seek,
We deserve it to thrive again, it’s the Soul’s need.
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When I saw the author copies of my book and went through them, I had sighed. It was my closure to a beautiful chapter in my life and I was really glad. Sometimes we get closures when we least expect them and that’s what happened with me. It brought me a peace I hadn’t experienced in ages. My first book will remain close to my heart, for many reasons and this is one of them.
What are your thoughts on Closure? Let me know in the comments section.
“Because there was nobody like you, there is nobody like you. Nights I have spent thinking I don’t deserve you but as time passes our souls come meandering through. Love for you was preordained, destiny never gave me a choice when it came to you.” . Vanessa, the protagonist of my story is an inherent part of me. After all she is partly inspired from me. You We is her story, a paradox of sorts, a Manizer as well as a hopeless romantic who is immensely in love with her hometown Dehradun and has refused to leave it despite the opportunities. Many do lust after her but will this woman find true, eternal love is the question? . I had always been an avid reader and I have so many books that at times I wonder if I should open a library. Infact, I sell books each year just to make space for more. As a child I grew up on Ruskin Bond and Enid Blyton. Each time I visited Landour (Bond’s abode), I often wondered how it would feel to stay there and write. I always imagined myself sitting on one of the benches in the lap of nature and write my first book. That had always been my dream. . Unfortunately, the experience of writing my first book was quite an unbelievable one. My mid life crisis was a global pandemic but yes, fortunately it gave me time to follow my passion and my parents supported me so I did. After all ever since I started writing my blog (link in bio) they wanted me to be a published author. And I love them for that! Also, funnily enough, I am an ardent reader of Classics and I pride in my classic collections but I ended up writing a youthful romance in the most simplistic language (probably for the younger generation of millenials and the 21st century kids) Haha! It took even me by surprise as it is quite different from the poetry I write. . I just hope people read it and like it. And to all who read it do leave your reviews!
I hope people read it. And if you like it do leave a review!
Also I would love to interact with people who visit my blog and know more about you. I might be SOCIALLY ERRATIC but I love to converse. Haha! I am trying to be more interactive on a daily basis now. So, Do comment, mail or text me!
“A Tale of a Woman who has promised an Eternity to only one man in her Lifetime”
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Each time I talk to you,
I am filled with a warmth,
That words fail to describe.
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Each moment with you,
Brings time to a stand still,
My emotions an open book,
As I delve into their depths,
Everything, Only makes me realize;
There can never be another,
There is no other safe haven,
Not for me.
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I can’t promise an eternity to someone else,
Not in this lifetime,
Even if I failed to be your light,
The place you find peace,
Or your home.
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And as the tears flow down,
I just want you to know,
When it came to you,
Destiny never gave me a choice,
Love for you was preordained,
And ever since that happened,
Never once have I wanted to leave its snares.
“Tale of an Innocent Inspiration, A Forever Bond, one that makes you feel cherished for a Lifetime”
Do you ever wonder why you rarely become my muse?
It’s not that you don’t inspire,
You have always been there,
Inspiring me more than anybody else.
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The journey with you has been way too long,
From the days of yore,
When we were innocent and naive,
To getting entangled in the snares of life,
That changed us slightly and then some more.
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Over the years,
You are still as honest as the time we were kids,
Me, Maybe not as chaste,
Time and tide have taken a toll,
I am not even an ounce of what I was anymore.
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Yet through it all,
Having you beside,
Has been a blessing in disguise.
You are a man who has always made me believe,
That maybe, just maybe, forever is not a lie.
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The times have been many,
When without any intention,
In one blissful moment,
You have made me feel cherished for a Lifetime,
And trust me,
It’s an emotion even words fail to describe.
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P.S.: To that one childhood bond that went from an innocent friendship to something way more deep. To An innocent, honest, insane yet logical man with a golden heart. One who has always refused to leave no matter how crazy life gets. Here is to almost 10 years of illogical conversations, senseless fights, misunderstandings, the long dry spells of not talking and the lifetime kind of bond despite the distances. I love you, Anchor Boy. Stay the same, never change.
“Tale of an Innocent Inspiration, A Forever Bond, one that makes you feel cherished for a Lifetime”
The Soul's Urge 