Tuesday 19 April 2016

She.

Have you heard of she?

She's gone missing ever since a lot of Him started to forget her.
She's gone unnoticed, even as she stands out.
She has definitely been looked up for, but she can't be Found.

You know why?

Because she wants to be found just by Him,
Him who isn't looking out for her BUT needs her in His life.

She wants to beam only for the one who doesn't notice her.
And she wants to be remembered by Him, Him who doesn't Miss her.

She's still breathing, yes it's her fault, but She's in Love.

Wanting to be found.

Love,
She.

My Apparent Man

We are highly attracted to each other, physically,
intellectually and I love how uniquely blended we are.
I am in love with his spontaneity and yet his confused mind.
However annoying his possessive nature may be, but I would still like him to be mine.
I love his jealousy, I like it when he controls me.
I like it how he hugs me from behind when I am trying to run away from his control.
We are finely brewed like coffee!
He is the hard hit in the head and I am the refreshing aroma.
I like his power in bed and my life,
I like to tease him and love him with all my heart.
I love it how he gets irritated with my mood swings and yet would never hurt me.
Fights make us stronger, and yet we can never ignore each other.

He deeply respects me and loves me.
I adore everything about him.
He would run to me whenever I am in need,
I would be next to him, on him and over him and around him at all times.

But, oh this is a fantasy letter...
Where are you my apparent man?

Awaiting Danger
Love
Trippy

Be Your Best Version

Day by day I am becoming the best version of myself.
They said you can't become what you were in the past or how you were before you lost your sanity, but that is nonsense.
Only people who are scared of change would say such a thing.
So choose wisely.
What is that one thing that you loved the most about yourself when you were a child or when you were a teenager?
What was that one charm of yours that makes you happy as well as others happy?
I remember being sweet, fearless and a dreamer. I never hurt anyone with my words or actions, and I never walked...I used to keep running, that's why my father says.
I have started becoming my old self again.
I try to be polite but not fake.
I still speak my heart and mind.
I try not to hurt anyone with my words and actions.
And I have started to RUN!
I RUN AS MUCH AS I CAN.
And just to add a sweet quotient, I went for a hair do, back to my childhood hair cut!! it feels so good!
Try... try to be yourself again :) unless you are happy the way you are now...
Love,
Trippy

Dear Mystery Seekers

Mysteries make you think more, and if you're a woman, you better stop!
Don't do it, you are already worried about so many other things!

There are days, when you wake up and you feel weak, and upset,
and you even know what's bothering you, and you even know what to do.
And I have been going through this for a quite a while now, and I simply hate feeling weak, sad and upset.
I have always managed to cut off the negativity in my life successfully, especially when I am being pushed in the dark.
I have been dark, and I don't fear it but rather adore it, for I can rant as much as I wish to, cry as much as I want and use the darkness to flush out my negativity.


I love being happy, I love helping every one.
I like being fun.
I like being adored.
I love to love, and wanting to be loved.
I can be an addiction to someone.
And I can pretty much be a Sin.


But no one can hurt me.
And you're hurt only when you're open to being hurt.
When you are used to that miserable feeling, you start to like being hurt.
And I even killed my hurt.
When I know that the things I am hoping for to happen are not going to happen,
I make things happen on purpose, and they happen, and then I don't like it.


Then I think to myself, why didn't I control?
My heart says, I was eager to learn a lesson.
I know what I want, and I know it will take time.
I am a restless freak, so I try and mend things according to me.
And I know I have to stop.
I have to draw the line myself.


Today, I woke up weak, but I thought I will make this my strength.
I will cry, taste the salt of my tears, snap out of the over thinking part and move on towards my goal.

So my point is...
You know you have to draw the line.
Stop waiting if you know you're wasting your feelings on someone,
If you are wasting your time over a dream castle weaved in the air and waiting for a miracle.
Stop waiting for someone to feel for you the way you feel for them.
Stop waiting for someone to push you to do a task.
Stop waiting for the right time.



Time heals, time teaches and time makes you realize.
And it's always in your hand.
If you have reached to this line,
Thank you for reading my messy yet damn clear mind.



Love,
Trippy

Anxious Love

There she was sitting on her couch. 
Only the Colourful sparkles of her DIY light bottles lit up her troubled mind.
She was happy and confused,
Nervous and defused.
Memories of her feelings dwelt
Dreams of what could happen knelt.
Oh those rumbling butterflies in her tummy she felt!
Was the heart sinking or was it flying?
Her mind was exploding.
She doesn't like this feeling.
She has always been clear of what she wants, and for the first time,
all the logical theories crashed, because - Love.
She doesn't want to cry,
She doesn't want to believe.
Her every move can ruin everything
or create beauty and let dreams weave.
She doesn't know what to wear, where to go, and what to talk.
All her mind and heart does is chants his name, missing his presence, driving her crazy.
Her sanity finally bid good bye to her.

Anxiously in Love,

~ Trippy

Shayari

Itminan se bethiye Janaab,
Yeh Mohabbat ki Duniya hai.

Koi Kareeb anaa chahega,
Kabhi Aap door bhagna chahogey.
Kisi ke Intezaar mein roz Marte rahogey,
Ya kisiki Yaadon mein Din kaat rahe hongey.

Yeh Mohabbat ki Duniya hai Janaab, Itminan se bethiye...
Paaogey jab unhe Baahon mein,
Jab tak Zameen ki Mitti alag nahi kardeti,
Bandh ke rakhna unhe apni har Saans mein...


~ Tripti

Dear Dreamers & Achievers

Dear Dreamers & Achievers,

The only mistake you will ever make is - not believing in yourself!
You believed in yourself, and did what you wanted to… it was not a mistake or a matter of disappointment.
Many out there don't do what they wish to.
No they're not cowards, nobody has encouraged them to believe in themselves.
Do what you love.
Never. Ever. Regret.

Love,
Trippy K.

Dream Man

I want him,
A man, Caring & Loving.
He thinks of him as a boy,
has been used by many like a Toy.

But he is a Man. Mature and understanding,
Adventurous and when it comes to loyalty and faithfulness, very demanding.
And how I love that about him!

He is someone who wants to give the whole of him,
but is mistaken and misunderstood with so many other things.
He is not wrong, his choices are different.
He likes to run away from attachment because he is vulnerable.
He awaits the woman who'll respect him for who he is
and the things he's done in the past will not matter at all.

He believes in himself but is broken already.
Little that he knows that he's adored by the one who wants to be his only.
He is probably everything I seek for,
but he doesn't know yet and I cannot speak for.

If his feelings aren't mutual, things are to remain the same.
I wish him good vibes and luck in life, love and games.

Love,

Trippy.

Shayari

Takleef se door,
Pyaar ki salah mangte the.
Uljhane suljhate suljhate
Ishq mein musafir banjate the…


Woh aur Main.
~ Trippy

Tuesday 5 April 2016

It's a Lust Story

Ktock, Ktock, Ktock, Ktcok... 
On the shiny wooden floor she walked,

Her Cherry Red luscious Lips matched exactly her short Red Dress.
She left every bit of her skin's exotic fragrance behind her.
The entire corridor was filled with her.

Pulled into a dark room, her breath got heavy,
her wrist trying to let go and her lips,
luscious red lips locked to someone else's.

It was a kiss, surprising, forced and shocking.

A feeling of the worst and yet tempting.
Not gasping for breath, but rather enjoying.

The hands were left loose long ago,
they just caressed each other's flow.

What was more seductive,
was the taste of tobacco..
a hard cigarette breath.

Necks were bitten,
Time had paused.

Clothes were thrown away
Feelings were being torn.
Harmony was met in the waves of their breaths,
Music was created by their bodies as if on Meth.

No track of where was she going
and what were they doing.
The feeling was different.
There’s no rush,
her skin blushed.

In the silence of the darkness,
They heard each other’s heart beat.
Not one word was spoken to ruin their blessed lives between the sheets.

Her eyes heavy,
Her body aching –
Yet between the pain and comfortness of his arms,
She met serenity and disappeared within seconds
To a land of peace.

But her sleep Broke
There was another stroke.
A wild Man she was with was
She was now choked.

They enjoyed more now,
Fantasies Blended.
Marks were being carved on their bodies,
Crafted Lust like a hobby.

The break of dawn
Separated the Lust Pawns
They moved on with their time
Never looked back
Yet somewhere hoped to rhyme.


Shhh...

How do you want to Love?

Would you rather Love like a Butterfly?
Love for a day, 
and you know you have just one day 
to give the whole of you, 
everything and all your love to a flower, 
to see the world around you and fly away, and fade away.

or


Do you like to be how you are now? 

Waiting maybe, 

Searching, 

Hurt, 

Given Up,

Happy, 

Wanting more, 

Wanting someone else, 

Lost. 

Just love like all Humans do?

Monday 4 April 2016

Lust of Wisdom

Sometimes, when Love isn't strong enough to hold your relationship from tearing apart, Lust does the miracle.

I Want to be...

I Want to be...
A good child.
Yet, Troubling mild.

To treat my parents the way they mean to me;
They mean the universe to me;
They are my creators, they mean 'God' to me.

I want to be a Lover…
with no Fear, no Expectations,
Just love, with Pain and Passion.

To be wild for him and only him,
to be his healer, his drug, to be his hand in hand.
To sing for him and dance for him,
to cook even, to seduce him.

And give the whole of me to the one who wants the whole of me...

I want to be a Traveler, but not alone.
Travel with anyone and everyone who wants to explore.
Whether near or far, A country or just a farm.
No negativity, just Experience, Wander, Love, Share in galore.

I want to listen to songs of the world;
Of languages unknown, Cultures and State of minds untold...

A never ending episode of Life…
I want to be Loved and be myself, simple.


What do you want to be?

How far would you go to be with some one?

How far would you go to be with some one?
Whatever may be your answer, it will be only easier if they WANT you to be with them.

Love.
Questions in love are heart breaking and stupid, but the answers give you strength.


I hope for every one to be happy and love their love. 
Nothing else matters really. :)

Dream On...

Dream on.... keep dreaming.

Dreaming is beautiful, dreaming is hope.

Love more... the world is becoming more of a place that hates more, cribs more, and is negative.

Keep loving to your loved ones, and friends, be kind and good to everyone you meet.

Give respect. You know how it feels when you are respected, everybody likes to be respected.

Appreciate more, no matter what, it feels good. Treat everyone equal.

Everything starts at home :)

I am learning every day.
And trying to dream more, love more and respect everyone.

Left over.

Sometimes all you have left with you of them is their fading and vague scent left on your skin.

Nothing can replace.
Not a new memory,
Not a new Person,
Not even the loss of it, but only Life.

And it would still leave itself behind.

It's Not a Love Story

In the lustful of comforting moment
My head on his chest
My waist in his Arms
He smelled my hair
I heard him beat.

In the senselessness of phone beeps
I rolled my eyes
And breathed deep...
The look in his eyes,
Tempting with fire.
Coming more closer to me,
A fainting feeling of Desire;

*******Announcement*******
"The doors will open on the Left"


He pushed me away
and walked out of the Metro.

Dear All,

This is coming from a rather strong yet hurt and an optimistic me. 
Someday, in this very small world, when you catch up with some old friends and a few new, you will share your life experiences, current happenings and gain others experiences and current life situations in return.
And then there is the other side, where you'll be talking about somebody else's life, and while you do that, somebody is also talking about your life, and it may not be necessarily true.

There are going to be people talking about you to others, the very common phrase known as, "talking behind your back" and more over, it might come as a silly stunt and shock for you, may be even a brutal one when you hear an untrue rumor about you.

We all love talking about other people and it doesn't have to be a gossip, and not everyone is the same, so others might be indulging in some grapevine and you never know you're a hot part of it.
Rumors can get one into unnecessary trouble, may spoil someone's current life or affect someone's future.

Coming back to what I am trying to tell is, please think before you talk about someone, while others do not do so, you could start and bring a change if not a major one but a small one.

In a country like India, where everyone is really bothered about the life of others, what do they do, how do they live, and like to intervene in their life, some even want to indulge into nasty spoilage, and especially when it comes to girls.

It is not easy to be a strong, independent, growing ambitious woman in India. While you hear about a thousand of ambitious women reaching heights, they have been so strong and willing, looking beyond horizons to be where they are today.

Then there are other girls, women, who don't think like the others do, and it is their own wish to be like that, unambitious maybe, or emotional, more into family, they want to be the way they have been bought up and above all, it is their choice.

Either way, both these women have one thing in common, bringing up a family, staring a new life. Whether through a Marriage, a broken marriage or single hood, however they wish to do it.

While when it comes to marriage, they leave their family and join another one, become a part of the new family they have newly linked to, change their names, to an extent even their identities, because after marriage in many cases what you were before this new beginning does not matter. The girl needs to adapt and live according to their lifestyle, and some liberal - broad minded modern families help the girl to be herself and adjust along with her and make her feel at home.

Her future could be beautiful or even a night mare.

And a beautiful future or a future full of nightmare includes internal and external factors.
Internal here, consists of the girl, her family, her husband, her new family.
External are the relatives and the World.
In India, if you are getting married, irrespective of an arranged or love, there is something called as "Inquiry", you know like the Police inquiry?

Here relatives, acquaintances, friends, and other external links help gather information about the Boy (to be groom) and the Girl (to be bride).
The common criteria are, one - status, two - family background, three - Horoscope match and the fourth highly important, CHARACTER, all of this comes way before the girl and boy have met, it doesn't matter if you know each other for years and are in love, and have tested your compatibility, fallen in love and understand the rapport with each other, know what you want, know that why you want to marry, NO.

Leaving out the first three, when it comes to the Character of the groom or bride, information is collected through external families, relatives, common friends or not, and other links.

Coming back to where I started, RUMORS.
Imagine, being asked about through the wrong people, the ones who are against you, jealous of you and others who have nothing at all to do with you but know something about that NEEDS TO BE TOLD.

A girl, from a good family, her father’s princess, her mother’s pillar, ambitious, rich by heart, caring, probably a perfect package, but, with 100 of untrue rumors behind her and she doesn't even know that.

Before she could even step into a beautiful future, it gets shattered because of misunderstandings or because one person believed those rumors even before they met the girl.

If you are a BOY, not educated, less educated, highly educated, ambitious or not, rich family or not, but your family wishes for a girl that fits their family the best, she's given the freedom to continue being who she is or live according to the roots and grounded rules by the new family.

What happens to her future?

Your tongue, your words could either do good or bad, to yourself or anyone.

Why talk bad about someone who's done nothing to you?
And even if they did, why spoil their life?
You are not God, you are not Karma, you are not the owner of your own life then why want to be of theirs?
You may be spreading rumors for fun, because you're not thinking.
Do you know how small this world has become not geographically but through connections?
Need I say more? Need I write more?

We can only be aware of what can stir up.
For a change be quiet, shut up, gossip but don't pass on the gossip, believe in Karma.


Love,
Trippy.