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I thought I'll break..
I assumed I'll loose myself to the trap again...
I feared I'll forget that man who loves me for the one I once loved..
'I regret what I did to you.. I regret leaving you..', he said..
I sighed, and said nothing..
'Coz I felt Nothing..
Nainaa... Yeh tumhare bhole bhale Naina..
He always tells, my eyes are easy to read,
They tell how I am feeling,
They never fake it,
They are so truthful that they deceive me,
If eyes tell so much, and they see dreams,
Are those dreams the deepest desires of my heart!?
She was dressed in black leather pants. She had to disguise herself, she was among the human for a purpose, and she would not be called back to the Celestial city until it was done.
She waited for him, the so-called-shamen, watching carefully the crowd of drugged young people. She smelled the fragrance of the incense coming from the basement of the building.
She was asked to kill him, finish it for once and all, but Angel Raphael knew, she was a soldier of her own rules, the shamen was after all a teenager with uncontrolled powers.
She nodded her head to the doormen and they allowed her not knowing her motives. He was standing there, alone, against a mirror, sobbing, 'I only wanted to see yo...
'Do you believe in magic!?'
She asked him, innocently.
He smiled and said, 'I believe in something I can see.'
She shook her head and asked, 'No, do u believe in magic? That's the question.'
He pulled her in his arms, kissed her and said, 'The way you ask is magically cute, does that count?'
She pulled away and said, 'I believe that magic is within us and we all have roles to play.'
He later got the news that his office in the twin towers was reduced to rubbles, after a hijacked plane was rammed into it by terrorists. She came forward and shudderes in his arms saying, 'what if I had not missed that flight? You would have been in the same building which is rammed by the same flight I was ...
She was being shy,
While he was coy.
He was careful,
While she was hopeful.
She didn't know he meant to leave,
He didn't mean for them to cleave.
He didn't know he was falling for her,
She was too ignorant and sweet to lure.
She was what he had ever dreamt,
It was a love that was never meant.
She was scared, she was shy,
She didn't know, if it was right..
She was part of something real..
Which she shared as part of virtual...
She looked at the sky,
The city and life,
She weeped for her love,
hated those who defied...
Innocent thoughts brewed in her..
As she wondered whether..
Her words her emotions
Do reach him ever!?
Blessed are the ones who are loved.
And those who loose the loved ones are cursed for a lifetime.
If only loving someone was a planned, thoughtful decision;
Many say it would have been easier,
I'd say, it would still have been on the extremes of the spectrum of Blessing and Curse, just with a calculated consequences.
A friend says, 'I'm blessed coz I am wise not to feel Love and; so, immune to the fortune of its fate'.
I couldn't help but recollect that my heart had once been torn away from my chest and I am haunted by that curse;
I had to agree with him.
If only I had that wisdom before being cursed!!
She read that message from him, which he sent after all these years,
'I wished I chose otherwise...... ';
She sighed with moist eyes and deleted it before joining her husband to bed.
Rise up to a sky of hope...
Rise up to a today, you will remember tomorrow...
Hold on to your passions...
Hold on to someone, who would never let you ever go...
Sing along the music of life...
Sing along the tunes you would never forget...
Dance like you own the music...
Dance like you're a butterfly and you have just this day...
Cry to let go...
Cry to promise yourself that you'll never remember that sorrow which broke you...
Coz NOONE but YOU need to love yourself the way no one ever can..
I looked up in the sky, that beam of spark grew larger, like a ball of fire, tearing through the sky.
That moment felt like a dream, that being looked like a fairy. He could have stayed, he should have stayed, but he said he would return for me when I was ready.
He held my hand, engulfing me in a cloud of smoke to make me forget the memory of his touch, of his species, but I refused to forget. He had to return to his planet only to come back to me.
People normally judge those who are selfish.
'Look what a selfish girl, she couldn't share her homework.'
'oh God, he is so selfish that he would rarely invite us over to his place for party.'
'how can you be so selfish by not waiting up for me while I was slogging in the office'
Isn't selfishness innate?
Isn't it how Nature taught us to survive?
I'm really not sure, it does sound different, yet it seems
to be alike..
He was sure.. He had plans he couldn't explain to her.. She wasn't ready to listen, after all..
She came closer, trying to peck on his lips, seducing him with her curves touching his skin, radiating heat in the rainy night.. She wanted to live that moment..
He stepped back, wrapping her in a blanket, coaxing her to fall asleep.. He wanted something else..
After few months, she said "I do" to him, in his ancestral church..
He got her for life.. Just like he planned..
She wasn't lonely, actually.
Maybe in her own head, she was.
Her family buzzed around her all day long, she would be that perfect daughter, sister and aunt.
In her head, she was waiting for someone to help her explore the Dark desires of night.
And then he came, one glance and her neighbour sensed that desire in her.
Now there are nights she wouldn't get to sleep; she gagged herself while she let him touch her, like the King of Ecstasy gave a high to his worshippers.
She raised up her arms towards the sky at the Moon; she smiled through her tears, "You belong with me, no matter whoever deceives me".
She was discharged from the mental asylum on a 'full moon' night, only to be found dead on a 'no moon' one.
And yet people say that she cheated on him.
I had changed. I thought of those times a lot. I tried not to let my mind wander off, yet, I found peace in those memories in the silence of my head. They seemed to be a decade old.
I often saw myself walking in my dreams. I was running before, but something changed, I dreamt of me walking in silence, sometimes in rain and others in a soft sunny light. Just walking....
It brought peace. A peace I was not accustomed to. Looking for the purpose I would often find myself wandering. Where is my home?, Where I lived on my terms!
Trust... What is it??
It's hard to trust anyone else in certain situations. Sometimes it's hard to trust your own self.
Yet, it wouldn't mean you can not trust anyone or anything.
Life teaches several lessons. As we grow old, we may or may not learn from them. Yet, we hope to see the next time better version of what we have seen today.
Isn't hope another side of the dice called trust??
It's just about which face turns up in a situation when you roll your dice.
Is it not?!
"You knew it.. you knew me.. you had a choice to move on and pretend I never existed..", she was in tears.
His fingers clenched into a fist.
"You knew I was a wreck and broken apart before. You pick up the pieces only to love them again and scatter them more!?", she choked.
"Enough!!", he bellowed.
"Do you know how much it hurts me to see you sad like this? Refusing to love yourself, forget the past and see what I see now! You are strong and you must be, I hate to see you fail or fall and cry, you are made to handle worse that just a broken heart. I rule if you are happy and rule beside me, I will still rule without you alongside, but remember, losing you would bring no joy.
I can survive ...
I woke up to a "Wish"...!!
Thinking it was Real..
He held her in his arms and planted a kiss on her lips. Her back arched and her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer.
An hour later, the room was a mess; the dim light highlighting his ripped body and her soft curves. He was sleeping, tightly gripping her waist, while she wriggled in pleasure thinking of the ways he had touched her. She was sore and exhausted but she sank deeper into him, with his breathe enticing and bewildering her senses of control.
Her giggles and moans were contagious..
His humor and touch was sedative..
Together they were each other's only addiction and rehabilitate!
For the better or worse....
You stir the darkness within me;
You make me crave your body;
You make me your slave.
*she kneeled before him*
And I love being Dark for you.
"Is this your bracelet!?", I asked in surprise.
"Well, last thing I remember is that I never stole or borrowed it from anyone, so yeah! It's mine",he replied casually.
"Ohh!!!", I whispered, trying to recollect the bracelet from my dream.
"Is something wrong!?", he asked.
Three years later, I got married to him, and mentioned about the dream, and the bracelet.
That scenic beauty of the setting Sun, amidst the grassland. The orange magic mesmerising my eyes, the scent of flowers and grass filling my breath.
The soft grass under my feet like a carpet of cotton balls. My dress brushing against my ankle, waving in the breeze of the perfect evening.
Swirling in happiness, enjoying the moment, the silence, the peace, the beauty; my ears caught a melody. It was not from the Mother Nature. I strained to hear more of the tune from what sounded like a flute. It was magical. Perhaps, enticing!
I looked for its source, that other end of the thread that suddenly bound and pulled me towards it.
Its my Garden, who would be trespassing!
I walked towards an old b...
It all started with a single glance, and yet it wasn't the type of love at first sight.
He found her beautiful but snobbish, she thought he was handsome yet arrogant.
He found her flexible in gait, she found his eyes on her protective.
He liked the way she smiled, she loved the way he silently observed her.
He didn't know it was love that he felt when he left her and the city,
She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her peace of heart when he left.
He returned to hold her hand forever.
She smiled and accepted the garland of his arms around her neck.
Love couldn't get more unpredictable.
Yet, every love story is unpredictable, blimey!!!
Look up at the sky,
Know that you share this with him,
Melodies that are now forgotten,
Are tunes that only your heart sings.
I know the times have changed,
I see the relationship is evolved,
I was a dreamer then,
Why should I stop being one now?
Marrying you was not a choice,
It was like a religion I adopted,
Leaving everything behind was not my weakness,
It only proved how strong I was.
If light is believed to bring in happiness,
It is felt only because of the dark,
My soul is as dark as the night,
but You fell in love only with the light.
She found herself in a large ballroom. The emptiness of the room amplified the sound of her anklets. She stood on her toes like the ballerinas, she had seen practicing in the adjacent hall. She tripped and landed on floor with a mild thud.
She smiled at herself, she was not made for dancing.
A week later, she found herself in the arms of the handsome Prince, dancing in the centre of the hall.
'Love taught her to dance to the tune of the hearts.'
Those two hearts in the crowd which were beating in one rhythm.
He looked in her eyes and said with a pause, 'You are crazy like me, I wish I would have had you forever. I would have loved to have you as the mother of my kids.'
She smiled to herself and asked, 'What about the parts of my nature you don't know yet?'
He replied, 'I love you and I don't care about your flaws, I'll take you for whatever you are.'
Then cried some more.
I became a hater,
Unhealed and confused,
I got used.
I couldn't hold,
Evolved into someone bold,
Once an open slate,
Now would insult and not hesitate.
I burnt in the fire,
Which was meant to be my pyre,
Instead it transformed,
My dreams with a shorn.
A chill ran down my spine, when he said, "are you crazy? My family will never accept you. I will never mention about you to them."
I took a step back. I found invisible hands choking my throat and the breeze from the blissful sea blinded my eyes with tears.
"If I walk away, I will never return. Please think it over", I murmured.
"Nothing changes the fact", he replied with a forced snigger.
Since then, I have never walked by the beach, which was earlier my favorite place to fix my soul when I was in pain.
I guess, I never want to be fixed after all