Do we ever really know anybody?

Literature Is My Porn

To PP, who never doubted that I could do it

If I asked you how well you knew your friends, you would probably say something along the lines of “I know him/her better than they know themselves.” While it’s all very touching, let me tell you a cold hard truth. You probably don’t know them at all. Now you may argue saying that you know all their favorite things, their favorite movies, foods, clothes. That you know exactly how they would react in a situation. That you know what they are thinking just by looking at them. That you can communicate with them just by using facial expressions. But is that what knowing someone means? Well, I suppose it is some of it. But, not entirely.

You can know a person for years and not really know them. Everybody wears a mask and pretends. Every. One. Of. Us. We just…

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A cute Poem for My gurl…………..

oh my god! i’ve come across this poem earlier..a couple of years ago somebody wrote it on a paper and handed it over to me..saying that he has written it for me!! it’s been a special memory since then..and now i know he bluffed me! i’m so happy to come across the true owner of this poem!i’v read this poem so many times,i remember every word of it!its a very beautiful poem ajay.count me your fan! 🙂

Love Relished With Ink

You changed my world with a blink of an eye 

That is something that I can not deny 

You put my soul from worst to best 

That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites

You just don’t know what you have done for me 

You even pushed me to the best that I can be 

You really are an angel sent from above 

To take care of me and shower with love

When I’m with you I will not cry even a single a tear 

And your touch have chased away all of my fear 

You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile 

It is even better everytime you smile

It so magical those things you’ve made 

To bring back my faith that almost fade 

Now my life is a dream come true 

It all began when I was loved by you

Now I have found…

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Essence of Idealistic Unconscious

insightful 🙂


Reality as we each know it may not be as it seems.  Our individual realities are mental constructs seen through the lens of our past lives and experiences in this life.  Reality is experiential and epistemological ~ my reality is not your reality, and my life is not as you know life.  There is no logic in the comparison of my verisimilitude with your plausibility.  We each see the dawn differently

haloEven mine own actuality does not always follow a logical path.  There would seem to be an abundance of psychic phenomena interfering with my analytical realities.  However, respectable scientists and psychologists consider parapsychology a pseudoscience.  One should always begin from the standpoint that respectable scientists don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.

When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right.  When he states that something is impossible, he is probably…

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Language of Love

simplicity and honesty makes this piece beautiful 🙂

Free Spirit-Abhishek


I smile when you use jargon of adorable words,

Friend, close friend, companion, partners of life, everlasting relation,

Love, attraction, infatuation, feelings, emotions, platonic, passion , crazy,

I wish I could understand demarcation between these words,

Mumbling, jumbling, confusing, inarticulate and irritating,

I could acknowledge you one thing, which is pouring direct from my heart and soul.

I am an illiterate; I do not understand segregation and differentiation between love words,

I do not understand dimension and different degree of love,

I could not separate intensity and depth of feeling,

I cannot see discrepancy in intention and magnitude of relationships,

These vocabularies of those people, who have rainbow of feelings,

My feeling for you just monochromatic,

When you chat with me, time gets slow,

When you talk with me, I could feel breeze,

When you touches me, I could I feel sound of wind,

Warmness of you breaths feels for me like music to heart,

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My Heart is His to Break

wonderfully expressed 🙂

The Invisible Poet

I had been alone for far too long
And I told myself that that was good
Because if you are on your own
Nobody can break you.

I believed I was better off without love
I thought it didn’t exist for people like me
We were too cold and too fragile
Our darkness too much to bear.

And so I settled on loneliness
And told myself it was for the best
And I was almost content to live that way
Until I met him.

My heart aches constantly now
I live in a state of agonising bliss
When he is near me I can’t believe my luck
For I have found someone to love.

I love it all.

The sound of his voice, the taste of his lips
The freckles on his skin, the smell of his hair
One touch from him and I am struck by lightening.
He makes my…

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Three Words Too Soon

touched! 🙂

The Invisible Poet

I turn my face towards yours
And count the colours in your eyes
And the freckles on your skin.
I trace the outline of your lips
Inhaling the scent of the shampoo you “borrowed”
And the words bubble from my chest
But catch in my throat.
Three words.
Three words I never dreamed I would say.
Three words I so long to hear.

But of course it is too soon.

So every time you catch me off guard
With the warmth of your embrace
Or the sound of your laughter
And I feel the urge to tell you
I force the three words back
And I lock them away.

I tell myself that perhaps one day
When I am busy counting the colours in your eyes
You will turn to me and say
The three words I long to hear.
And I will never have to hide
My love for you…

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lovedd it!!



As dark as it seems,
It might not be.
Lost is what I am,
My mind is not free.
Preoccupied-penetrating thoughts:
Like a brimming balloon awaiting rupture.
My mind awaits,
For a glimpse of rescue-
Like a knight in shining armour.
Unheard, ignored, broken,
At the failed attempts,
Inability to attain closure.
Thoughts so loud: haphazard,
Sunk in my mind,
Like foot in quick sand!
Again I am there,
Exasperated to flee this place
To escape and find solace.
I know, I know, peace begins inside me,
I know, I know, escape is not the key.
I’m scared-
To face the ferocity:
Of the wild winds.
To throw the weights,
I need some strength,
Though the strength lies in me,
I am scared to go, to that length.
I am scared, with my heart fluttering-
Not the one with butterflies,
But, with despair and fear
Ignorance is bliss at times,

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“it takes courage to be vulnerable these days,but vulnerability is the core of all feelings”

A directory of wonderful things


She said, “I am getting attached to him,” I said “dude, you’re screwed!!”

I am profoundly sentimental. Of people, books, places, belongings. (I still have the first book I ever read!!).
If something had mattered to me, It won’t be easy for me to let go. .

I read the following on a photo blog called ‘humans of NY’ & these lines were somehow stuck in my head because that’s exactly how Iam.


It’s like all that anxiety, Sadness & anger have become friends & plotting a Revenge against you. .

People call me naive. But that’s how Iam. And the truth is, sometimes. .I like being naive. I like connecting with people. I like to explore. I like being in love. I like my ability to survive a heart break. I like being vulnerable. I like that about me.


In fact, It takes courage to be vulnerable these days…

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Break Ups.

To heal yourself…don’t reminisce on good memories

As Told By Destiny

The hardest part about letting go of a person or situation is letting go of the “what if” aspect of it. You want to know what could’ve happened, or what would’ve happened had you done this or not done this.

What I’ve learned is that you have to let that go. You can’t worry yourself with the potential of something because that’s ultimately not the reality of the situation and that isn’t what landed you in this position.

If the reason you’re needing to let go is because of you, accept that. If not, accept that also. For me, it wasn’t something I wanted or agreed with, and I literally fought my side until the very end and I’m trying to accept the fact that I didn’t want or ask for this; he did. Everything that happened to our relationship, our friendship, whatever, is a result of what he wanted…

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