Emotions Flowing Like Ink

The busy schedule of life with exams hovering on our heads and the pressure to create a better future is overwhelming. The craving to get into our hostel beds, for a restful night is probably the most satisfying act at the end of a day. Among all this the phone call from mom makes the day complete. The first time living away from home is tough and thinking you'll not be able to celebrate Diwali with your family. Doesn't that bother you? Being sad 'cause the next day you have an exam, so you let go of all the fun. Although hearing the sound of bursting crackers at night does not make it easier to study. Ah, well the exam is written and the hard work pays off, but do you know what actually makes me smile? It is the package that just got delivered for me. Not just sweets, but the love, care and saudade from my family. That's what's phenomenal. I realize their selfless attempts to make me feel like I'm home, showering me with their blessings, saying we'll b...

This generation doesn’t want relationships, We want late lazy mornings with a cup of coffee, An Instagram post with friends, An excuse to use the #relationshipgoals. We invest more time on tinder profiles than knowing people, All ‘cause we don’t want a relationship. We talk, we chat, we snapchat, we sext, But a real relationship doesn’t seem to happen. We stay awake till 4 am texting that one person, Still we’re not sure about a relationship. We like the idea of love, Just don’t want to “fall”. We go grab a coffee or a beer, Anything to avoid a movie plus lunch date. We want the illusion of a relationship, Netflix and chill, friends with benefits is the new thing. The façade of a relationship is appealing, No one is interested in the work involved in a relationship. We don’t want to commit, Our lives are about having fun and chilling. We are so involved in our social agendas of updating our FB status, The amazing person next to us goes unno...

She told me she’d stay, Cherishing the incredible bond, I believed without a thought. How I wish those days’ return. Never did I know We’d both walk away Along the same journey Our paths, never did they cross. Along I learned about a thing called change She went first and then came my turn How I wish those days’ return. I was angry and upset Did not know how to endure. And when we did meet again It just wasn’t like before, Not the friendly hug nor the warm smile It was a frown and maybe a sigh. Now I don’t wish for a return, The night is spent in reminiscence, I pray for everything to be faded. Never to realise, The next morning, the influence she had on me. It was all the same around, But I… I had changed.