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Karvy, Jaipur, Jaipur (2026)

18/03/2020

°~°
Overrated and talked about
Earlier it was only stories
But now love is cliched out.
What kind of love do we have?
I'd often ask
Because cliches,
Something I am not too fond of.
You'd never say anything
Just watch me speak.
I'd follow your gaze backwards,
looking at me, through you,
And wonder, what do you see?
At that moment
your eyebrows shoot up
Cause I don't know how
But you know when
Something's in my head
And I, as usual
Would mirror you,
To find my way out of you.
With the sudden realisation,
That eyelocks are cliche
And cliches,
I am not too fond of.
Sometimes we don't talk.
Silently just sit out.
You probably thinking of
Future ahead,
And me of a forever,
That we might not have.
Then I look at you
Under the dancing shadows
Of the gulmohar nearby.
Your hand reaches out
to caress my cheek
While you are still lost
In some epiphany,
I see your eyes
And ask you about it.
You smile and shrug,
But the sudden touch
Had made me flush,
Cliche, I know
Something I am not very fond of.
I remember,
The first time we went out,
Our first fight,
And how chocolates,
made everything right.
I left the last bite,
And you,
Ate another half,
Was it a competition?
I would've asked,
But looked at you instead,
Trying to decipher,
What you had,
At the back of your head,
You looked back,
Like I was some lost case,
Sawying your head in discontent,
You picked, with a sigh,
what remained of the chocolate
And quickly pushed
It down my lips,
To kiss them soon after.
Cliche?
I don't know.

19/08/2019

At the outset I want to thank you all for your support and appreciation, that's what keeps me going from Monday to Monday 🤗🤗.
The second and final part of this piece is here. I really need your feedback for this one.
wordgasm @ SMS Medical College & Attached Group of Hospitals , Jaipur

12/08/2019

Swipe to read it.
Trying something like this for the first time. Don't know where it fits, story or report or non-fiction or possibly fiction. Do tell me what you think about it.
@ SMS Medical College & Attached Group of Hospitals , Jaipur

05/08/2019

Just some swinging mood penned downs.
Dark is a nice genre though. What do you guys think?

30/07/2019

~~
I will tell you a secret today
I am a lot bit strange
And rest of me is nerd they say
My fantasies are different
And so are the dreams I see
Unique is what I call them
But
If I tell them what it stores
I can totally imagine
Their mocking, full of pity glee.

Coming back to my secret
Writing this today I make it public
That I have romantic fantasies
Like any other teenager
Born under this wonderful sky
But mine are weird, as I said
Something that maybe you won't buy.

I want a love story Cliche and sweet
Old school I might sound
But it must be simple and like
The one in grandpa's diary
Which still has the shaded rose
That has seen decades and things that nobody knows
I want to be the maiden of the lover
Who writes letters
And kisses close the cover.

I want a love story
Full of adventures
With its own set of ups and downs
With the spice of Bollywood
And some drama of daily soap
Hiding and meeting and meeting and hiding
Sharing the precious secret of two
Sailing firm on adrenaline a second
And the other? We don't know what to do.

And a love story
That's properly arranged
With a partner that suits my parents
Full of anxiety and enthu but so new
Discovering together and exploring ourselves
Yes! I also want this awkward
And not so popular relationship
Where his past to me is a mystery
And I have to share my history.

Also a story more of friendship
Than that of love
Where we even by heart know
The rarest reflexes of each other
A magically perfect tale
Where one calls other the childhood buddy
With that one I have played everything
From Ringa ringa roses to PUBg.

And not only these stories full of happiness and warmth
But some with rejection and some of separation
some also with that pain love is known for
I want to live that every unique story
That all the past lovers and coming
Might create
I wanna be the part of that every weird couple that ever existed
Some might be stolen from the romantic novel I seldom read
And some from the imagination of a boy living in a distant dream.
@ Jaipur, Rajasthan

22/07/2019

Dear ugly naked guy,
Hey, how you doin?
Ahem, well I know however many times I attempt doing that I can never be even close to what Joey does but it's always worth a try. So, you have been a character that we have seen grow through Monica's apartment from Phoebe's cute naked guy who started gaining weight to everyone's ugly naked guy. Well, yeah, never got to actually "see" you in either form though.

I was always fascinated towards you, well, not the way you might think, but definately because it used to and still awes me as how can someone who had his debut rather had his back debut once in the whole series be such an important part of it.

You, knowingly or unknowingly, were the reason behind many laughs not only for viewers like me but also for the FRIENDS who were almost always peeping at you through the window. Be it the Christmas or thanksgiving every festival was incomplete without you. Even though it seemed that nobody cared about you but FRIENDS did, remember how once you were asleep for a pretty long time and all of them were so confused that they actually listened to Joey's suggestion and made that long poking device to just check upon you, just to see if you were fine.

It is amazing how without even being a part of the friends you made them realise so many things, they felt sorry for you in your low times and happy for you as well when you were seldomly seen with someone. You made them realise the importance of each other, the other Thanksgiving as well.

I always wondered how your life must have been. You seldomly had any visitors or people coming to your place and yet when you were about to sell your apartment you had so many "gifts", ranging from the numerous baskets of those mini muffins to that pin ball machine, all bribe. This shows how selfish and self loathing homo sapiens today have become but what touched me was how you needed none of it and were actually only looking for a friend who would just sit with you and spend some time, just like friends do, just like Ross did.

(Continued in comments)

15/07/2019

~~.
Open your arms,
show love to death.
It also deserves
some respect
To be the bad guy,
to be always cursed,
Is it only that death deserves?
Life is glorious.
Life brings joy?
Yeah, with that crying boy.
Another story,
more complication,
one more muffled voice,
uff! too much noise.
On the contrary,
death is peace,
it is Serene,
a soul freed from machine.
Be it life or be it death,
both are accompanied
by similar moans,
then why only death gets to hear the groans?
I don't get why people cry
when others die.
When the person dead,
becomes good instead.
Suddenly his earlier sins,
were actually not so bad.
Death is nothing but salvation
of this lifelong mortification.
So, open your arms,
show love to death.
It definately deserves
more respect.
I don't know why
but somehow,
we have made this notion,
that goodbyes are bad emotion.
Parting is not so good.
Being alone is painful,
and somehow rude?
Being happy is only we yearn.
That suave person is our inspiration,
but is he really happy
or sad with false impression?
A mask over his face of depression.
But anyway such conversations
are choked to death
under the fake fame
of this optimism game.
You'll say all of this is nothing
but my antisocial vibe.
I am a loner,
full of social agression
but woah!
I won't take that accusation.
I also love people,
and have my connection
but death doesn't bug me,
afterall it's just the body
that you cry upon
because the person from there is long gone.
And definitely to a better place
than from where they left.
Finally the pain and suffering came to an end.
The one I loved is still a part of me,
alive in my vivid, glorious memory.
And the one dead,
no more cares about my emotion,
at least got rid of all this stupid discussion.
They say death is from life
but without the death,
life would be worthless.
So, right now does it have a price?
Well, life is not my genre today
So, here I open my arms
and show love to death,
I thank you for every breath.

09/07/2019

Probably the first poem that touched me. Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost will always remain in a part of my heart and pages of my diary💞
Which is your all time favourite work from our textbooks? I would love to read them💕

08/07/2019

Liking straight is a notion
We all like
Straightforward conversation,
Straight score
Right through the goal post,
A Straight yes or a no
And Oh! Ofcourse,
Straight people
Around the globe
But not everyone is same
And neither is unique
Because the number of
mouths saying that
Is more than a thousand and fifty
So I know,
There must be people like me
Who'll choose the curves over
The Straight faces we all show

The curve of peace and joy
On that pretty morning face
Or the summer moon arc
Of the cool night
Which follows the serene twilight
And a day, hot, sunny and bright.

Straight paths aiming at destination
some might like
But I like to look at that turn
The train takes,
To look at the curve it makes,
Through the bars of the window,
Sitting inside.

And the curves of the bouncing hair
On that beach
Where water leaves
it's curvy marks
Standing nearby where
Is that curvy coconut tree

And the arc which
shooting stars leave
Or that sudden turn in the movie
The curve of the shape
Of her eye
Or that of her nape
All the curves
My fingers wanna trace

So, some must be people like me
And some unlike
But here again
Things aren't so straight
Some still exist
Who like
the straight canopied road
And yet theirs will not lead
To any desired abode
People who like the straight lines
That only adds to the complex
Curves on their minds
For whom choosing between
Straight or curves
Puts them in a fix
Who are at the curve
Of the mix

And this doesn't finish here
Still some are left
The ones who believe
In hypocrisy
The ones who behold
That straight face
And filthy mouth
From where you'll hear
The cat calls
Which Apparently
Is there appreciation of curves
The ones who aim straight
But the path they take
Is through dark curvy ways.

The world is full of
Straights and curves
But now that I see
Closely at them
The curves are nothing but
Straight lines in sequence
Maybe that's what we actually need
A look that finds the similarity
That all differences
And discrimination on feed

02/07/2019

°~°
We struggle to learn all that is outside
but the real test within you still resides
Knowing myself, what's on my inside
Genius of the distance but what's beside?

I may solve all the math you have
But the internal equation I cannot get
Most times they leave my eyes wet
But this price is not enough for that

Every quiz is supposed to have a solution
The quiz of, by and for me is an exception
Peeping at me are my different perceptions
Which one is true? Still remains the question

I don't know
how to bring this storm to rest
It's imprisoned inside my chest
And yet I have to give my best
Cause letting it out is still the lest

I should find a way, I must fight?
But here nothing is wrong or right
Who is against and who on my side?
It's me and only me in the spotlight

The whole world says
Yourself is the most difficult you seek
And I can't be afraid because I am not my tag that says meek
But sometimes I feel that we have made this Greek
Is it actually that difficult to accept your own squeak?

02/07/2019

.
Change is the only constant they say
But I don't always like it
I want some things to stay

Let's behold the summer moon at twilight
And keep the warmth of winter sun for us
Disliking the change to dark & cold night

I like the way things are right now
Don't want to take a step forward
Neither take back my paw

Some things must never start
And some must never end

But oh! How I wish some thing so strange
Change is the only constant they say
So let this saying also change.

01/07/2019

Smiles have and will always keep fascinating me. Just a curve up on that face, just another few muscles working and yet the effect it has is beautiful. It not only enhances the outer beauty of the person bearing it but also affects the inside of that person and also the one looking at it. So, here is some doze of Monday Motivation, keep wearing that contagious smile of yours and it will sail you through.

Karvy

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