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Come follow me on this journey of innocent thoughts, where you fall in love but still can’t help heartbreaks, where you tie yourself to relationships brimming with grief, loss, and happiness. Conversations at Genesis is a heartfelt collection of poems, quotes, and stories that celebrates the beginning of connection—the genesis of emotions, relationships, and self-discovery. Through tender reflections and honest moments, this book captures the innocence of raw emotions: the joy, the pain, and the quiet strength that define our lives. Inspired by the question, “Will you love me the same way?”, the collection invites readers into a world of vulnerability and courage, where every conversation becomes an opportunity to be seen, understood, and loved. These pieces explore the complexity of human connection: the bittersweet beauty of imperfection, the ache of loss, and the triumph of hope in the face of heartbreak. This is a journey through a world where success is often defined by failure, w...
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Scooter Rides

 Feet would float,

Music would stride,

Singing while flying...

In my father's scooter..

That glides...


Standing upright,

Right next to the headlights,

Gripping the lights tighter,

While feeling lighter,

As the twists and turns,

Went out of sight...

Like the arms of a wounded fighter..


Family of four,

In a wheel of three,

A picnic, a restaurant or a department store,

In the marching spree,

While I felt free,

Stalled at my scooter's best seat..

Sneaking a treat,

Or smirking a fleet..

Make way for the horn,

For here comes the feeling 

To experience which you were born...




Holding onto a wedding gift,

Or a toy to play,

there was always plenty of room to stay,

Afternoons pretending to ride,

Friends coming over to stand beside,

Catching a nap,

Or hidden behind soothing a bumpy trap,

Always doing what's told,

Striking that bold look,

Aced that sturdy equalizer..


I grew tall

but dad never made the call

for me to take the back seat,

as he knew I loved the streets from the front row,

and couldn't believe that his daughter would one day outgrow...

waving people,

swerving medieval rush,

was an era that vanished..

as I stood there astonished..

still dusting her out till date,

and keep  remembering our first scooter ride...




*Dedicated to all the Scooter Rides With My Father that I enjoyed during my Childhood



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