Blue Toy

Blue Toy

I remember once I had a small blue toy,

I played with it,

I slept with it,

I ate, I climbed, I fell with it.

I remember I had one furry green rug,

I tucked into it at night,

I would shrink my height,

And stretched it with all my might,

It won’t cover my legs,

So I would make a fine teddy out of it,

I shadowed the light with it,

I knew it was small,

But it was my all.

I have a car,

I have a condo with a bar,

I have a boat with those fancy oars,

I have a beautiful house near the shore,

All these things I have borne,

They say it’s the best one could own,

All these BIG, mighty, luxuries I have,

With those faded memories of green and blue,

However hard it tries,

It just can’t match up with it.



We accept the love we think we deserve.

Haaaaaaave you met TED?

Or Barney. Or Robin?

If you haven’t, this probably might not be very gripping but is surely relatable.

Robin is that toy which we all love.
That toy which sweeps you off your feet.
But again, that toy which you’re afraid to have.
Because you might lose it or break it and THAT would be much more agonizing than not having that toy.

Robin is that dream. The one you have always dreamt.
And you work for it.
You give your heart to it.
But somehow you stop.
Because you might spoil it.
Because not doing everything similar to what you had always dreamt of really crushes your heart. And that pain is unbearable.

It’s that girl. Always have been.
But most of the times we do want things which we know we can’t have. We deliberately aim for something which we know we couldn’t possibly achieve. It’s the never-ending success-failure conundrum which haunts us day in day out.


It’s a relationship you want but you don’t. Because you know deep inside that even if “the whole universe conspires to get what you want” is maybe definitely isn’t meant to be.

But oh won’t you do everything to have Robin!

Steal Blue French Horns.
Lose Races.
Sacrifice your own Happiness.
Search for those little things that matter to her.
Even try to sabotage her wedding.

But you know. I know.

Never gonna happen.

This poem may/may not be relevant. But here it goes

It just doesn’t feel right,
The way I feel at her first sight,
The chords of my heart sings a sweet melody,
But there I stand,silent,struck by her beauty,
But then it isn’t right,
She isn’t mine,
I lost her in a fight.
I wish I could re-spawn,
But that wouldn’t matter a bit,
She is someone else’s.
I still like to keep a little hope alive,
I don’t see a reason to move away,
Yes, it would hurt,
But for being around her? It is worth,
Those feelings won’t just wash away,
They are just buried deep down,
But silently deep inside, I know,
There’s a guy crying out loud,
“I am still standing there,
Always will,
Even if she won’t see,
Even if things are not meant to be”

P.S even if Ted got his Robin we all know it was not how it should have ended, it was how we (read: I) wished it ended.

Calvin and Hobbes – Change

Calvin and Hobbes - Change


Everything is changing when we are not looking,
Drop by drop, brick by brick.
And one day when you turn back to tell,
how you have changed into someone you never were;
It giggles and says,
“By the time you adjusted your sail for the wind;
The wind changed it’s direction so where it never went”

A Tale of Two

A Tale of Two


Here’s how you read it.

Read it as you do from top to bottom,
But on your way from bottom to top; just read the highlighted words to finish the story.

Everything was going to change.

His feelings for her hadn’t changed since he first saw her.

It was a big day for them.

There was red on the whole floor. It was all covered with roses.

Love was coming right through his heart; pure, unadulterated.

The cake was cut and candles were distinguished.

The table knife fell as he pushed the trolley.

He took The cake and smeared it on her face.

It was ruby coloured; the way she liked.

He threw the box and took it’s belonging in his hands.

She said yes.

He gently, pecked on her lips.

They tied the knot next day.

She had married the guy who had loved her all the time.

Happiness is what was supposed to follow.

She liked love stories, he liked murder mysteries.

They never changed. But never stopped loving.

They were different, but with same motive.

Her sister got molested.

Life changed.

If only she knew who he was.

The sister died.

She was broken.

It was when he was out of town.

The killer did what he had to.

Life had just revealed the ugly part

Death took her sister, her love.

She wanted revenge.

All that she was left with were memories.

Calvin and Hobbes – on growing up

Calvin and Hobbes - Sense

*20 years later*

C: Here we are. Wait.. Wha..? this does not.. How?..

H: Uh.

C: What if we are only to believe that it all should make sense until the day we are on our deathbed and then find out that we were supposed to give meaning to it?

H: That would be a bummer.

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