Thoughts to Words

Dear Partner, You will step into my life someday and before you do, I want you to read this. Before we take vows of togetherness for life and even beyond death, it will be unfair if I don't be honest with you. I want you to taste the bitterness of my sour mood, my stubbornness, my abrupt silence and read the disappointment in between the lines of my humour and sarcasm. These are my fragments, a part of me which has been there before our stars were meant to meet each other. What is "good" about me, what quality in me do you admire the most, what is it in me that makes you smile is up to you. Loving these fragments of me will be fairly easy. I will feel blessed if you remain in love with the whole of me. Oh, I missed out on something. I suck at Math. Will you help me solve all the complicated equations of life? Love, Songbriti

The miracle of art, Embedded heartbeats in statues, In the rendezvous, Love dawned bright, Sprightly blushing, Humming melodies of devotion, Worshipping passion, Walking past the horizon, Rising with gracefulness, Such is elegance in simplicity, Growing with wisdom, A legacy springs up anew. ©songbriti

What am I but a slave, The leftover essence of you on me. Filling the empty side of my bed, Hoarding false hopes. You are not coming back, I am not letting you go. What am I but a slave, Fooled by my master's mockery. ©songbriti

Dear Women, There can be no life without you. It is a fact and you know it more than anyone else. Facts remain facts even when seasons change and hypocrites die. You don't need a specific day to validate your importance. It isn't 8th March but who cares? Happy Women's Day! Love, A Woman

Right word, right grammar, right literary devices and the right inspiration. En route to  Perfection with a capital P because it is a big deal, I am collecting all the lessons I learnt from my mother's womb to my young adulthood. How delusional am I again? Yearning for the ultimate. Is there a finish line at all? I honestly think that the finish line is a lie. A white lie. There is an open ended question at the end of every stage. Have you crossed the first stage, are you striving to get through the final stage and hug the "Yahooooo moment"? The freedom is yours, write the answer 'As you like it'. The weirdest thing about seeking Perfection is when you come to terms with the risky steps, the twisted ladders and the roads known for their deafening silence. Perfection is an unfulfilled fantasy. The more you want to come close to it and commit yourself to it, the more it drifts away from you. Betterment and Perfection are in a heated debate every millisecond. Th

The cake 'success', Packaged in a subjective mess, Some crave for it impatiently, Rapidly gratifying their desires, Some wait for it for decades, Overcoming hundreds of struggles, A leap of faith they take, Devoting their lives to one cause. My DNA and yours are poles apart, Bake your cake your way, Process it as you like it, Sooner or later, The cake will be ready to eat, Setting an example for the world. Your wrist watch will be proud of time, Basking in your own glory , The scintillating smile on your face will travel miles and miles. ©songbriti