Happy Birthday Rohit Gurunath Sharma I feel blessed to have watched him play live and to watch his 162 against WI in Mumbai was one of the best memories of my life!
The only man with three double tons, today's leading and favorite Indian opener, MI CAPTAIN, the husband to gift century every anniversary, the caring father and there are never ending reasons to love this man, our beloved HITMAN! ❤️❤️❤️
Somedays Somedays I am weaker than a petal; While in the others I am the dragon in the battle. Somedays I crumble with the breeze; While in the rest I reign the hurricane with an elegant ease. Somedays I wonder who to be, And then there are days when I align with infinity's id.
Sometimes quiting is the solution.. quiting on people who are not meant for you, quiting on situations you need to walk away from, quiting on conversations cum arguments that drain you, quiting on habits that hold you back from getting your life back together, quiting on lies, impure intentions, the so-called isms, and quit on everything that is not aligned with you and your soul. And freeing up you to yourself, your intuition independent of external drive. And you just be FREE
Hold my hand Walk me to the shore, I am drowning now Walk with me a bit more. Maybe later We shall cut the path But for now just walk along. Here I am yearning for you Gasping for a forever more Regardless of the truth.. Here I am, here for you While watching the sunset Beneath the blues.
The past shall fade in time but what about the dreams I wish to weave till the end of the line?
I don't know... What life has to bring or for that matter, why shall I even bother to wish because the things that I hoped for are the first to leave?
Questions and questions and sleepless sleepless nights.. You granted me my wish as I always had craved for not just my heart but my soul to broken.. #thanks
Sometimes missing you is the only thing I know even though I know it is wrong in every way possible. Few days back I saw our videos where I was truly happy and you seemed to be in love with me. Haha. But it is okay. You have left. While here I am counting my hurt, you are celebrating your new life. No I don't want to hold you back from happiness. You deserve it, so what if it comes at the cost of my own happiness, so be it. You stay happy. And I stay hurt. Maybe some day I would be free or accept it all like my second skin. I don't know. What I did wrong. Why am I not enough. How I failed to know that this point will come too where the eyes I trusted lied and looked away so carelessly that I choked and it took me a while to breathe back. Honestly I am still all choked
The feeling to love and be loved helps in survival, more than that it makes us live the life to the extremes. I have had my share, of whatever the life had to offer me be it the crazy escape from the grief or the soothing embraces. Nothing of what I had loved lasted. But does it take away the significance of it all? To me, the things that happened, for good or bad, are the pearls decorated by me in a garland that I'd like to call as, my life.. made of ambitions, emotions and my insanely insane intuitions screaming "do it." And I truly am happy and in peace.
So what about everything that has to come for me now? I shall take it with the way I have always, passionately, with my weird emotions going haywire and my insanely insane intuitions screaming, "do it my crazy brave girl." That's me.. And it couldn't be any better. ☺️
A true man stays against all odds for his lady. So here is my notion of a true man and his bride.
Man and His Bride
He held her hand right And when it came to crossing the puddle They both plunged, With each other in sight, A little they struggled, One more than the other While seeing their lover in pain, But they made it to the other side And o' how they made it with the smiles! Soon came the other, The Man still her held her hand, Only this time tighter than before, With the falls and strides They crossed one at a time. They burn and they heal. Together they face everything, All the hurt and the zeal. Laughs and tears decorate their wedding life. Just like the moon and the moonlight They stood by each other no matter what, For he was a true man and she a proud bride.
I knew, if at this very moment, I was given the liberty to speak... and if I allowed myself to seize that opportunity, I'd speak for months... maybe years. Most of it won't make sense. My words would come out crumbled, tattered... folded. I'd ricochet from past to present... from reality to fantasy. Blaming myself and them. Talking of forgiveness and revenge. I'd be making darkness audible. Giving sound to emotions. And I'd be speaking like a broken cassette... screeching, ringing. Like a clogged drain... gurgling, grumbling, groaning. I could feel this ball of voice rotating in my chest, anxious to find an outlet. Writing simply wasn't enough. Beyond a point I needed sound to emerge from my throat.