Jealous Me

I don't know if this qualifies for a poem but I wanted to put this here. So here I go.

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A beautiful her.

A charismatic him.

A happily ever after.

And jealous me

Mobile And Me

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I know, the title is weird. "Mobile and me" ... or should it be "Mobile and I," given the fact that both of us are the subject of this blog post? Whatever. I'm going to keep it as "Mobile and Me" for the simple reason it rhymes! And you grammar nazi (usually, I'm one of them but in this instance, I've relaxed), if you have a problem, go and take a flying leap (I'd have in your place for thrills. Tip: make sure you have mattresses under you wherever you land after your leap. I know, I know, I'm pretty helpful.).

Recipe: Creamy Pumpkin Pasta

Many of you must be knowing how big a foodie I'm! Of course I love to try out new dishes, go to new eateries and cook when I've time. So when I came across a Del Monte competition organized by Indiblogger, I was super excited for several reasons:

1. I loveeeeee Italian cuisine. Pasta, ravioli, lasagna. You name it and I love it. Disclaimer: I've loved everything that I've tasted until now of the cuisine. 
2. I love experimenting, and this competition just gave a legitimate reason to do that! 
3. One of my dream vacations has been to go to Italy and learn the cuisine from the native but fat chance of that due to several reasons: I'm vegetarian and I wonder if they would have vegetarian version of every dish, and secondly, who the heck has that kind of money? Well, certainly not me.

We Are Incomplete ... Yet

Since I've shifted to Delhi, I'm spending too much time with myself. Not in the sense I'm getting bored but more in the sense that I'm dating myself. I'm finding it more productive to sit around and think all types of things. Sometimes those things are stupid things like how I'd like to change the world and shoot all the terrorists, while sometimes I get lost in the memories from the past. When the latter happens, I realize how I've changed.

A heartbreak

You broke my heart in thousands of little pieces,
Large enough to be seen but too small to be picked,
Stuck under my bare feet, making me bleed.

I bleed a river everytime I try to walk away from you,
Choked with memories that had made me beautiful,
Lost in the darkness of senses crippled by you.

You freed me but not from you,
I try to see you in every held hands,
In every embrace of emotions,
Only to find disillusion and anguish

Maybe we weren't meant to be,
Destined to belong nowhere,
Paying for the sins unknown,
Living in the shadow of obscurity.