If I were to have a lover...🐾

If I were to have a lover...

it would be a bold and vibrant affair, a neon splash on a canvas of black, impossible to ignore and utterly captivating.A storm in the clouds, with shimmering threads of words, comforting my lover, in a world where less is heard.          

Whispering eyes, spilling temptations and desire, lost in a swirl, keeping worldly judgements at bay,                                                        

Or else, might it be a tome of thousand pages, cover hard, with secrets and mystery engaged, placed quietly in the corner of a shelf, which stands as an antique, with stories to itself.

 And if I were to have a lover, if I were to fall in love and if love were to find me...

"An Ode to Delhi" 🖋✉️

Dear Delhi,

It would be a lie to say that you weren't my American Dream, despite all the odds that made you less desirable, my friends and I would often manifest you during our 12th board exams.

After spending my whole existence in my own comfortable bubble, I couldn't think of any other place where I could have taken my first step. Suddenly, we transitioned from a peaceful haven to the midst of hustle and bustle.

You broadened my perspective, and to this day I adore you and your flaws.

     -Your beauty never ever scared me.

My wild little spree 🦧

I'm quite amused at my spontaneity that's been erupting in me since the last few months. Just the other day, I moved to this new place, which could've been a nightmare for my old self, given the numerous familiar faces I'd have to confront. But to my surprise I am quite enjoying it.

Lately I've been also reading lot of books-off track from what I'm supposed to be reading. I mean, I am becoming obsessed with the idea of reading lots of books, having huge collection and having piles of interesting ones in my possession. 
It's ironic though, more often than not, I don't even remember the authors name or the books title after finishing it. Yet the thrill to turn pages only intensifies. Perhaps I am caught up in over romanticizing the idea of reading and books, which I confess that I think it's pretty cool, so maybe I am trying to look cool/smart or something, Idk. But reading a book, sometimes just in a day gives me this different kind of thrill and satisfaction. Even if I forget the names of the author and the characters, going through pages and different stories gives me a thrill of different emotions at that moment. 

So I'll just let this wild little spree continue.🦧  

Fragments from my diary....🍂

Maybe this is the ultimate misery that any dreamer can be in.....but then how can I just be a half-lover to your abundance.....? For I shall be consumed by the overwhelming weight of guilt.

   Alas, the lovesick ones: when the night falls, cruel and dark and the ticking of clock gets loud and clear. Life then gets lonely like the last leaf hanging in the autumn's end.                

 Now and then, poor heart trembles and goes frail, yearning for the warmth of words and closeness of souls.