Love Yourself

You’re shipwrecked, washed up on a deserted island. Only you and a cat made it to the lifeboat. You drift for a while and end up on this island, just a rocky island with nothing you can eat. No water, either. In your lifeboat you have ten days’ worth of biscuits and water for one person, and that’s it.

Close your eyes and imagine this scene. You’re washed up on a deserted island with a cat. This is a solitary island in the middle of nowhere. It’s almost impossible that someone would rescue you within ten days. When your food and water run out, you may very well die. Well, what would you do? Since the cat is suffering as you are, should you divide your meagre food with it?

No. That would be a mistake. I want you to understand that dividing your food with the cat would be wrong. The reason being that you are precious beings, chosen by God, and the cat is not. That’s why you should eat all the food yourself.

Everything’s a metaphor in this story. Man. Cat. Biscuits and water. Lifeboat. Island. Ten days. Everything.

Just like a mother needs to fill herself first before milk-feeding her infant; you need to love yourself first before loving someone else or expecting someone else you love you in the first place.

Once you’ve had enough of the biscuits and water for yourself, there’s always an option to lend something to the Cat, too.

And the Cat will love you for that.

But do remember the crux; only if you have had enough of the biscuits and water for yourself first.

Is there someone who got the metaphors?


~ Sahil Lakhmani

Gone, Forever!

‘Life was easy. We laughed, we fought, we teased, we kissed, we sang, we danced, and, and we were together. Perfectly together.’

‘Then?’ she asked.

‘And then, two months back, her brother called me in the middle of the afternoon and said, “Bhaiya… didi died in a road accident.”’

‘What?’ she exclaimed.

‘Yes.’ I said. ‘That’s all he said on the call as if he was reading it from a script. Plain and simple. He said it as it was something that happens every day. And later, when I tried to connect him again, his mobile was switched off.’

‘But… but what about her cell? Did you try to call her, too?’

‘I did. The recorded female voice was parroting again and again that the mobile’s switched off but I wanted her to change her statement. I wanted the phone to ring. I wanted that phone to ring for the last goddamn time.’

‘And then, I opened my Whatsapp and I was shocked. It was her messages. Five long messages.’ I said. ’It wasn’t an accident, e eeit was… it was a suicide,’ and I broke down.

‘Hey,’ she said and placed her hand gently on my right ankle to assure me that she was there. I cried my lungs out like it was the end of this world. Like nothing else mattered for the time being. Like my wailing would cast a spell and bring my girl back somehow.

But it didn’t.

She was gone.

What was left, was just a question that she had left in my inbox, her last message;

“I never allowed you to enter inside me and you were okay with that. You never asked me why. Today, with this final message, I want to tell you why. I was raped. Day after day after day. By my father. Real father. Remember? You always told me that ‘this too shall pass’. But baby, this didn’t pass, this ended. With me. Taking me away.”


~ Sahil Lakhmani

The Plea…

The rustling of leaves, the whistle of the wind,
The moon shining bright and the howling cold breeze.
It made me anxious and I felt a twitch,
It made me ponder, it made me think.
When everything goes right, when everything goes mercifully,
There comes this slightest of doubt, this ambiguity.
Is everything really fine, is everything really glee,
Or are we the mere puppets, pretending it playfully?
I am scared to think about the past,
About the things hastily done.
But baby, it wasn’t me, it was just the run.
It was superficial and it was just an act,
It has got nothing to do with reality nor the fact.
The fact that I am not that person and I won’t betray anybody,
But I won’t deny that twas a huge mistake, as I was unsteady.
I hereby apologize to you, with all the depths of my heart,
Don’t let it intervene between us, and don’t let it make us apart.
Just say it once, just say that you’ve forgotten everything,
And I promise to treasure our love precious, to keep it brightly shining. Your eyes, when they adorably look at me,
I wonder why it makes you happy, why it makes you glee.
Your touch is so surreal and your words so perfect,
I just can’t resist and can’t get out of its effect.
Everything I think everything I do,
Brings me closer, and reminds me of you.
Your love is so intense, sometimes it makes me afraid,
How will I ever amend for all the mistakes I made?
I will always cherish your love and I will never forget your loving kiss, Baby I love you, and I want you to trust me over this.
Just say it once, just say that you’ve forgotten everything,
And I promise to treasure our love precious, to keep it brightly shining,
I promise to be yours and make you mine happily.

~Sahil Lakhmani

…It wasn’t just for a while.

You have your own magical way,

To turn around my any terrible day.

You make all the nasty things go away,

When you just say a simple ‘Hey’.

When I look deep into your eyes,

I see a beautiful and infinite sky.

Just a glance of you makes my beats rise.

I know for sure all these feelings aren’t lies.

Only you know,

How much my love for you each moment grow,

Like a river, in its slope flows,

My feelings for you, never seem slow.

 If  beauty were inches, You have gone for miles,

It’s my turn to catch before going out of style

I’m going to set you in my heart for speed dial,

To make you believe that my love was not just for a while. 🙂

~ Sahil Lakhmani

Who are you?

~Marta Vidiari

Who are you when you sleep? .. ⠀
There are two lives, for you and for me, ⠀
In one you think a lot, ⠀
and in another thoughts play with you. ⠀ ⠀

This is the world where you close your eyes, ⠀
and you open completely different doors with them … ⠀
you just go inside yourself, ⠀
You open another self … ⠀
And while you sleep, you’re happy there, you can afford it! ⠀
When you wake up, you see the reflection of another self … ⠀
Who are you when you’re not sleeping? … ⠀