The Phantom Limb – for my 2 favourite girls!

Marriages may or may not be made in heaven but they have made my life hell with my two favorite girls who are smiling as they read this being taken away from me due to their marriage.

But ofcourse as Passenger says it unfortunately right ‘You only know you love her when you let her go, so you let her go….’

Every itch which the phantom limb gives me now,
is like a little scrape into those beautiful memories we created together.

Every sensation caused by this phantom limb of mine,
still reinstates my faith in the fact that some part of you is still with me and near.

That empty space where once my limb acted strong,
helping me with everything and never let me went wrong
is taken over by miles and miles of arid land infected by the fossils of your times with me.

I didn’t know how time flew as
together we played and our memories grew,
And just when you became the quintessence of my existence,
you were taken away by your own-self to be a limb to someone else.

Your happiness succumbed my need for your existence,
and here I am today paralysed without you,
Smiling because I know you would want me to,
but the only part of me which still gets warm at the thought of you
is that limb that phantom limb,
which fancies that one day we will reunite again,
and in that hope it tingles to an extent it starts hallucinating you,
because good people become bad habits and that’s not easy to breakthrough!

And now I had to unlearn everything that I learned while I had you,
I am  new person and have to start afresh a life from scratch,
A life without my limb called you.

It’s not the same anymore, the sand castles aren’t coming out to be as tall as they use to be when you were with me.
Life goes on and I’m not allowed to stop,
But there is pain in doing everything that always required you,
but for your happiness I have now learnt that too.


And just when I started to believe that life has been unfairest to me
by having to take you away,
it laughed at me and at that wound which was longing for you to come back
and brought you back to my life, my own limb coming back to me
But just for a day.

And now I had to unlearn everything once again,
unlearn everything that teaches me how to live without you so that I could make you feel at home once more.

And I know I will have to keep learning and unlearning how to live without you in order to actually have you,
this chaos in my head will keep my phantom limb never disappear until it finds you.

I know it’s not going to be easy to keep that wound open and not let it heal,
Only so that once in a while you can comfortably come back to me and I can live an ounce of complete life once again,
even if it is for a day,
until then I will romance with that phantom limb of yours which reminds me that I can love you the most even without having you here to stay.


To New Beginnings.. UnderTheSun :D

“Heroes are born in times of crises” said some great somebody and it truly makes sense, but hey what about the days there are no crises? Standing by the doorway waiting for a crises to shake you down doesn’t seem the most viable option right?

The thing with us humans is that we tend to push our boundaries, shock ourselves and exceed our limits when we are thrown into a situation.

Which is a good stock-photo-ancient-map-of-the-world-the-torn-scorched-edges-compass-12692464thing. Survival Mechanism.

A kickass start-up idea after having a bitch of a boss at the old job, a solo trip to somewhere beautiful after a jerk dumping you big time, a career switch after realising oh-i-spent-most-of-my-life-working-on-someone-else’s-dream, these things are all heard off and almost done to death. Even Bollywood is making movies out of it, so like they are ancient things by now, although very commendable.

But then what about those days when the sun is warm and the grass is green and everything is perfect, what do we want to do then? Probably sit with a pint of beer and succumb to the temporary perfectness around to just go with the flow?

Toiling or being restless while the breeze flowing across your face isn’t the most perfect plan for the day, right? So that’s when we lay back, loosen the shoelaces and enjoy the momentary perfectness of life which we all get in phases.

So today this fine evening when the sun is shining beautifully across the French windows of the 29th floor of my fancy office and life is seeming absolutely fine for me (touchwood) I felt like kicking off my personal blog something which I have been wanting to do for a while now. I kept procrastinating it till a time when I realized I need some motivation to start this one and decided to make ‘no motivation’ as the only motivation to get this started.

So today let’s try and do something absolutely without any motivation and absolutely without any reason. I don’t know how many readers do I have here hanging in with me yet this down the blog in the era of 160 characters, but really it’s a good feeling to do something without any reason. Making ‘No Motivation’ as the only ‘Motivation’.

So why UnderTheSun? Simple. My blog would be a window to my personality.

And I don’t like compartmentalizing my life or restricting myself to any particular genre or any particular thing. There’s just so much to love, so much to explore and so much to have opinions about so this is that space where you will pretty much find absolutely anything and everything UnderTheSun.

From latest movie reviews to throwback to some cult classics, the latest restaurant reviews to secret recipes, from heartfelt poems to crazy ass travelogues, from social ranting to just an experience which was moving, I will try my best to bring you some content here which evokes atleast something in anyone who reads it.

Keeping it short, you’ll find it all here, a little bit of me and a little bit of everything UnderTheSun 🙂

Ps – There maybe some copy errors here and there, but if you inbox me what they were, you get lots and lots of love from me and maybe a cupcake 🙂