Friday, 18 December 2015

Judge me with the most precise judgement

Don’t judge me if you find me too bold, I beseech often beneath the sky full of stars praying for my wishes to be fulfilled,
Don’t judge me if I am too strong most of the time, I too carry a fragile heart which I at times naively put forward for acceptance,
Don’t judge me if I am too impulsive for in me dwells that mature girl who has the greatest capacity to differentiate between the merited & non merited.
Don’t judge me if I was portrayed in your eyes as that one extremely frivolous  girl capable of catalyzing storms,
Every storm hits that one highest mountain, in a hope to be pacified and to get a breakthrough from the continuous disquietude.
Don’t judge me if I am labelled as strong headed as in me lies that hopelessly debilitated person, incapable of concealing what is in her heart  & on her mind.

Don’t judge me for what you see in me, Still if  you want to judge me, Take out moments justifiable enough to peep in the true me,take out a lifetime and I can bet in the end you will not be able to judge me.

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

The "Winter Fling"

Here we are again, each one of us welcoming the season making everyone fall in love with our sleep,
Lazy morning snuggles in blanket are the finest way to start the day, the warm cuddles with your partner are sans pareil, everything about the aura infuses an altogether enchanting feel.

It is the time which makes me remained glued to my bed more than any other period of the year and let the thoughts concourse the freest falling path.
So I say a hello to the season of sipping unlimited cups of coffee over those frosty mornings and throughout the day,
to the season having capacity to proliferate those capricious scribbles ,many of which would remain unfinished and few satisfactory ones would be carefully placed on the pages of that one new diary, a sacrosanct custom every winter.

Bonjour to the feeling attained by sniffing those totally fresh pages ,that atonement derived from changing the cartridge of your favorite fountain pen on recurring basis,
Most importantly it’s a welcome to the time which makes you stain the pages with ink and feel overwhelmed about it.



Here’s a small cheers to the new affair, the winter fling. A toast to the new realm of thoughts, to the new companion for these three months, to become adventurous and intrepid, to write without inhibitions, to let the spurge roll and most importantly to let the words do all the talking.