Hush! It’s Secret..

Dear Diary,

I hope you are well my dear friend. If you may ask the same, I am feeling utmost pleasure at present too. Thinking about whom I should say about what I have felt, there is no one more perfect than you. It’s about my secret admirer. Yes, there is something about him I can’t quite put my hand on but I am pretty sure he had fallen hard for me. On different occasions, he had proven his feelings for me obscuring his actions from others but it has caught my eyes recently. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle, there is no other answer more suitable than what I would say ‘Love’. Heard of the fact that people go miles for Love and turns out it is in fact the truth.

Oh! I forgot to tell you, my school pals decided on a soiree, yes, I am enthralled about meeting them. Enthused about sharing with them the stories about the past years we were separated. But one thing that matters to me is him again. I am sure if this rendezvous we are planning comes into his knowledge, through thick and thin he would try to bring his presence there, for he can have a sight of me. When we were all together in the past, I remember the smile, stare and glances he showered secretly at me, hidden from others.
Only if he knew.

He just couldn’t keep his eyes off me I would say though normally these kinds of doings cause vexation but the truth is I have grown to like the way he looks at me, the warmth of his affection could be felt just from his stare.And I am perplexed by the muse about the wonders his mere touch or his lips could do.

The thought of him excites me yet petrifies me because I still can’t accept the one fact Diary, the one fact that I have fallen for him too.

Crush

The tree in the campus felt more welcoming. Sitting alone I began to play with my feet.

“I don’t care anymore”, I maundered.

“Me too”, a voice replied.

“I don’t care about my looks”.

“Even I don’t”.

“I don’t care about my faults”.

“That too also”.

“I don’t care about my flaws”.

“Ohh yes of course”.

“Excuse me, stop mocking me”, I retorted.

I stopped looking down at my feet and steered my eyes to the voice. He was staring right into my eyes.

“I only care about you, your eyes and your smile. “

I blushed.

Loving Myself

Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.

The gift which I dreaded the most.

I used to lament a lot.

But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.

I discern now it is the path to silence.

And silence is the language of the Souls.

I am ecstatic realising myself after all.

7 Colours

The Sun beamed with ecstasy,

And the clouds roared with tears of joy.

The winds added harmony to nature’s taste.

The trees swayed along with nature’s pace,

and the blooming Earth embellished nature’s face.

The glistening rays met the glinting drops,

A picturesque creation reminding the love from God.

Ecstasy

Happiness was when I toddled around, crying for my favourite candy, smiling
at every relative who came and went, munching the rolls of rice with curry mama gave me and dozing off with toys around, free of responsibilties.

“Innocence”

In the restaurant,

he stared at me,


leisurely his eyes glowed at my lips.

He slowly swayed towards me
swallowing and craving
under his excitement.


I could see the nervousness in
his eyes, he asked

“Will ya gi me the…ta candy?”,
seeing me smile, the toddler
screamed back to his mum,
“I wan..na. cany, mummy.”,
his lisp just made my day.