Strangers yet bonded

When we first met , we were strangers
When we first spoke, we were trying to be friends
Maybe even trying to impress each other
Maybe even a little doubtful about each other
Slowly the cloud disperses as the time grows
And we grow closer
Gradually you become a part of each other
And sometimes even inseperable
We become each other morning alarm
Each other food and enegry
Each other's breath
Each other's smile
Each other's tears
Each other's pillow
Each other's dreams
Almost everything for each other
And suddenly
The magic bursts
Leaving confusion and chaos behind
Be it emotional or something
Needles out there are many
But the burst leaves behind the same feelings
It makes us feel lost
It makes us feel insecure
It makes us feel alone
It makes us feel negative
It changes the perspective of the world
It makes us feel drained
It makes the world colourless
We just return to be strangers
But with a bond
That can neither be broken nor bonded
Broken in terms of relationship
Bonded by means of memories
We remain Strangers yet bonded

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Rock to Sculpture

Every person we meet creates an impact on us. The way the impact works is quite surprising. Sometimes the impact created by a stranger is more than the impact by a close friend. I always consider life as a block of coal or a big piece of rock. The journey from Coal to diamond or Rock to sculpture takes a lot of time and can also be painful. It does not happen with a single person or with a single incidence. The conversation process is continuous and can happen till our last breath. We get better and better with age and experience. I have never managed to understand when a person reaches his best. Maybe the level is unattainable. Still changes, both ups and downs happen throughout our lives. I remember an innocent hyper girl who wore sensitivity on her sleeve. The smallest spark was enough to set her on fire. She was on the extreme of emotions. The emotions can range from Happiness, sorrow, loneliness and anger. Still the emotions controlled her and stole her sleep many nights.

Hey Ocean, Here I come

If you could plan your death, how would you plan it? #PlanUrDeath This is a very interesting thought. The thought itself is enough to chill our bones. Death is something which is beyond our control. It is the unconquered kingdom. It is something which we cannot predict nor decide. It happens in its own phase, in its own time and in its own style. Still given as a chance. It would be the most exciting and interesting event to plan. My death will be combination of the things I love. I would try to make it as interesting as possible. Goodbyes are very important to me. It gives a proper ending to our life. The problem with death is we never have time for good bye. The person suddenly disappears leaving a vacuum behind. This leaves the loved ones feeling lost. I will write a proper goodbye to all the important friends and enemies. Sometimes the people who make us cry are the people who has created a great impact on them. I would try to forgive the people who have hurt me. They migh

Our Lady of Snows, Tuticorin

O Mother, I am loss of words When I want to write about you Whenever I look at you You make me feel so loved Your eyes are always filled with care For me And for the whole city You hold us tight And save us night and day You create miracles in a wink You shower us with affection And guard us always O Mother Pray for us

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