my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

Sometimes I am the light  And sometimes I cease to exist like the rays   Sometimes it is about us   And all other times, it is JUST about us   Sometimes we spiral over ‘what if’s   And sometimes it is just how it is  Sometimes when we are together and the world starts to disappear  Ironically we find each other …   And all other times…   it is JUST about us    It has always been JUST about us !

  May be someday our paths will cross Will u smile or just stare and pass Will u look at me with the same way you used to look at me Or this time you will have more questions for me Will you wait till we get a moment just for us to talk Or just hold my hand and start talking The way u used to knowing i am all yours Will you start with a sorry or with your own set of questions  Who knows, may be we both need a closure And may be we dont We may just stay like this…. Ignoring each other’s existence for the rest of our lives.. And hoping our paths dont cross.. Because the storm it wil bring will not leave anything to hold!!

  N o matter how old I am, I don’t think the butterflies and cold feet would ever go away. The nervousness is at its peak when it is finally the “Launch” day of my new book… But not only me, even “Shreya” is equally nervous. And guess who is trying to calm her down? “Riya” from “Till the End of Time”. Riya: So how are you feeling? Shreya: Well… excited and equally nervous. Riya (with a chuckle): I can understand the excitement part.. but why nervous? Shreya: Well nervous because I am not sure if they will love me as much as they loved you... Riya: ha ha ha... Yeah!! I was nervous too! Was worried if they would like someone like me… you know... someone so ‘Riya-ish’… but you know what? I was just being me.. and they loved me and my story!! Shreya: hmm Riya: So don’t worry!!! You be you, and they will love you. And you are amazing. So confident, fiery… Shreya: Yeah.. but at heart, I am just… Riya(putting her finger on her lips): Shhhhh!! Let them find that out!!! I am sure they will ...

 Let us go for a walk Leaving our phones behind.. Just you and I, And just for a while... While we are out, Let us talk about anything and everything... I will talk about the moon and you about your cricket! For a change you talk and I do the listening, Just for a while!! Let us escape to a world we fantasized when we weren't together, Holding hands, walk in the rain... talk and giggle... A soft touch to make me blush... Just you and I for a while! Let us be just you and I for a while, And then we can come back home and worry about the mess, the dinner, the chores... And be all the versions that we have become... But for a while, just be you and I What say? Just You and I for a while?

  Let us do this all over again Let us rewrite our story Let us add another day after our forever Shall we? Let's cross all the bridges, or burn them if need be Let's swim the ocean halfway and take the road we fancied... Let us meet where we always wanted to be, where we meant to be Let us add another day after our forever, shall we? Let us hold each other little tighter this time My fear should disappear at the music of your heartbeat Kiss me with a little more passion this time,  The pain should melt away in the warmth of the love that we feel Stand with me a little stronger, walk with me a little longer Hold me when I stumble, push me when I fumble... Be my Spring, by my Christmas,  Be my home for a little longer... Let us do everything right this time, everything little more, Let us rewrite our story Let us add another day after our forever Shall we? @chayashreepathak

Being a girl, was her choice. She is sure she fought with the lord to be born, Most of them on earth still prefer the other chromosome... Wasn’t aware so many experiences would await in the planet earth, Never thought there is a “user manual” for being a girl... The society tells us what to do, what not to what to wear and what not to what and how to say, sit, walk, sleep and how not to... The list is extensive, but don’t worry, The ‘user manual’ has covered it all... The society did a splendid job to keep it warm, And many added extra pages by being or finding the so called ‘good girl’... Then the time comes when the girl becomes a woman, and meets some pseudo feminists ... From outside educated and civilized, They promise they don’t follow the manual, Alas! they do, just with some conditions applied... She saw new pages getting added This time hypocrisy was to be blamed... ‘you can wear whatever you want, just not in front of the elders. you can do whatever you want, just that th...

And just like the sky and the earth, just the two train tracks... We are together, yet we will never meet! Parallel they call it, we call it love, being together without meeting has its own charm... We are not bound by the society, nor the norms, our hearts are with each other, somewhere in the deepest corner... I won't lie, I started to believe in our own lie, like we feel the sky meets the earth on the horizon, when we see it from far... My heart believed that we have our own horizon too, and someday... someday we will meet there... Till then, let's carry each other in our hearts, tell our story with various names and laugh... Let's deny calling it love... And, on lonely nights, on rainy days,  on the spring mornings, on a sunny bright day of summer,  And, on just every day... Let's wait for our horizon to arrive... soon...!!!