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Today, this moment is quite perfect! And if you ask me to describe how I feel. I would probably put it like this. I am driving the best car mankind has ever made. At front seat i have Don McLean singing for me. I have Eric Clapton at the back seat with guitar. I look out of window to feel the wind gushing through my face. The earthy scent after the rain is mesmerising me.  The pluviophile inside is loving the drizzle. Lush green mountains are spanning through horizon. Sun is hiding behind shapeless clouds. It's quite perfect! The bags that weighed me down just fell on the road. This time i didn't pull over to pick them again. Looks like I have hit the awaited highway! The ride has a meaning only known to me and those who can decrypt my songs. There is peace in my heart All that I am losing and finding in this ride. What an adventurous ride it has been uphill, downhill and uphill again. I would lie if I were to say I was not scared. The people I pulled ov...

Where time precedes everything, everyone! Where no one cares about where you come from, All that matters is where you are going. Where emotions fell little short, And buildings went a little too tall Where there was less of judgement, More of realisations.  Where we all run and run faster, Than mind processes and heart pumps. Where the lights are bright, Brighter than eyes could take Where the highway leads nowhere. Somewhere, only if you enjoy the ride Where all I know about you, Is you are a dream chaser! It’s the sweet, sweaty smell of hope It’s the smell of salt in the air It’s the smell of shrines and temples! It’s the feeling of standing on the tallest building With the wind gushing against, With the thrill of making it big! A city drenched in emotions A city that turns illusions into reality A city that thrives on vada pav A city that lets you be!          ...

The enigma that you are, You will never fit anywhere and that’s your beauty! The hunger that you are, You will never stop anywhere and that’s your drive! The imagination that you are, You will carry your canvas everywhere and that’s your power!

Crowned The day she felt his touch, She felt their shallowness. For every time he lied, His touch said it all. He would crave for her body, And not her stories. She was broken yet so enough, He was unable to carry it. She was the warmest place he knew, She hoped someday he would be the same. She was too much shine to go unnoticed, Tenderness and strength all in one So he entered with a plan. When all the belittling didn’t work, And she still talked about the miracles. He felt less of a man with her. Darling, do not shrink Girl, go and grow You are in the process of being crowned In exchange of the venom he left.

 Lines choke her heart as she doesn’t know where he started and how they began. She remembered their conversation, with every pause that he took she felt a little more drawn to him. She was a drizzle and he was a hurricane, what they had could never be explained. Whatever element her soul was made of his was utterly different. Her soul would want a sneak peek into his soul to unravel the irrationality of her emotions. Her rules had been the same over the years, with him around she just played with the heart. They were half-heartedly fighting for something they could have but sanity made them choose not to!    They were fighting for them, for the one last time. His eyes could keep her alive for another century, how she chose to look away.  Life moved on. She would smile thinking they still breathe in the same world! As she wishes him good bye, deep down she prays their paths to cross again.  She will bury her soul, a soul which adamantly...

Into the rain she stepped To hide the tears To hide the tears. For she could not say For what he would never know. The smell of her man, Diffused in the rain Lingered as she wandered. Unlike rain, She was afraid of falling. For he would be gone She would be lone. She was a drizzle He was a hurricane And all they had was a thunder. The rain will know Their incomplete story. She will drench herself To wash away him from her. As he walks away, Ignorant as always. Into the rain she stepped To hide the tears To hide the tears.                                         

For You For  you wanted to climb the hills And she wanted to live by the sea. For you were a mystery And knew all her story. For you were a questionnaire And she was a bunch of answers. For when you looked into her eyes, Her heart would whisper What the mind could not decipher. For she knew the vulnerability Of falling freely. For she will keep the lights dingy, And you will never see her eyes gloomy. For you would think she never cared, How good veronica pretended? For all that you cover Its time you uncover For the last time Before you walk away Let her see the real you Engross in the real you And, detach from the real you.                                                              Prerna Mishra