Life can be confusing, that we all know
But I didn't know Mother Nature can be confusing too..
Anyways first read this :P
I've got a complaint to Nature--
Why Oh Why? Do you shower like its the end of the world,
right when we're having our exams and frizzle this soothing cool breeze when we're using our life-long-will-power to study for the next day's exam... How could we possibly read with you thundering all night and sending us secret messages like Enough of studying, go sleeepp!
And somehow when we are done with our exams..and with the given few holidays we expect you to still be the same. But no! You Change.. You become Sunny and force us to stay indoors..
Why Haan Why? Why wouldn't you let us enjoy your titter-pattering noise? Why couldn't you just stay for few more days?
No. I don't want flood or something..
It would've been good if you just drizzled for a bit in the evening..
Making it cool enough to let us sit in our balcony reading or having a cup of coffee or just talking with my Mom..
It would've been enough, you know...
Bouts of time spent with you are always felt worthwhile :)
I don't know what kind of a storm is whirling inside your head but make me understand, may be?
Okay I forgive you this time :P
But next time, plan your day in accordance with me no..please ;)
For a few moments, its fine to allow yourself the luxury of slipping into make-believe world where You wish for things and they actually happen...
I didn't end my post just yet..and this pic came out of no where, so am gonna talk about it anyway :P
Btw he's my Dad! :)
Him And Me <3
I'm not bragging or something but he's actually fun to be with...
He passes comments just like us,
He laughs at my jokes ( Sometimes only to make me happy..but lets ignore that part Ok)
He the reason I hate my nose.
He can be irritating at times, like repeating the same thing over and over. The weird part is, he knows it!
He never agrees to me at my first go. But a li'l pestering is enough for him to say "Let's see" and my works done already! :D
I take him for granted. Not a good thing but What to do.
I love him soo much that I would make sure that he never comes across this post :D
Oh yeah! Its festi week ahead..
We all have our own share of sour grapes,
So lets pray that we get to eat them less and enjoy the taste of happiness with cherry.. ;)
Talking about eating, am off to eat my double cheese burst pizza. ( Not much of a cheese fan but just trying..)
Have you ever read a book that u actually felt like filled with your thoughts or those words which you couldn't be bold enough to speak them out? Well, this definitely is one kind of book. Some stories are never complete. Honestly, this book has nothing to do with innovative ideas or great scribe of letters put together. Its the envelope of innocence, simplicity, candor of a high-school kid's thoughts put into much effortless captivating words.
I won't reveal much about the plot but it includes the classes of friendship, fear, love, what not? everything that shows the transition between a naive kid to a mature minded person. Charlie is the person who narrates the story and its from his perspective the story is weaved. He makes two good friends Sam and Patrick who become part of his family eventually.
I liked the way how friendship is unmistakably put into plain explanation jumbling with thoughts. The writer was successful in keeping the reader focused right from the first page such that you start thinking from his view and live it like its own. Everyone has friends but how exactly can you pick a random call to your friend anytime of the day having no reason but just to blabber and listen what he/she says in return and consider that the other person doesn't think your disturbance is actual disturbance? There's a difference. Let me tell you its exceptional. Cherish them. I can bluntly name a few in my fingertips and its this silent promise I make to them of standing up for them no matter what odds. How amazing is that? Some good laughs. Some jokes. Some definitions. Some serious talks about matters of heart shared with them often becomes unique.
In the course of life, ways may part. We come across heartbreaks, betrayal, clouds of darkness that blows us hard on the face. It happens with everyone. But the warmth, the love, the giggles, the comfort, the connectivity, the serenity, the elatedness and the uplift will always finds its way. May be late. May be when we're on certain urge of giving up on our passion, then these are going to keep us sane.
They are certain words in the book that left me thinking. Really, they were just sentences but definitely had its own story in them.
Few thoughts, few lines, few expressions bring commotion for keep drowning in it word by word.
My favorite quotes from the book:
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
“He’s my whole world.” “Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.”
Sometimes, I read a book, and I think am the people in the book.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.( THIS!!! is my most fav one)
And the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.
I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good.” Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life?
Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody
“I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.”
Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough.
They are many more... When to read:
Its a short one. Hence, best when you're travelling. Reason? Well I'll give 2 of them.. 1.Goes without saying, its a simplistic read. 2. You'd get the satisfaction that you finished a book in your travel :P On that note.. keep reading as much as you can.. Smile always :-)
We shall sing our song
Upon the roof, underneath the glinting stars
We shall write our song
Weaving words of comfy silence
Lulling each other to sleep
Coz we choose Maggi and hot chocolate over ritzy dinners
Gleaming light and an old song over Disco jazz
A simple delightful icecream over fancy desserts
Handwritten letters over costly gifts ( Nothing..I mean like NOTHING can beat this feeling of reading a letter. No matter how mushy or cliche it may be :D )
Y'know, what else we could do? Dance crazy like maniacs. (Yes! Chandler kinda dance is more fun :P )
We can kid each other.
Roam hand in hand laughing
Blabber lame/idiotic/nonsensical stuff. By virtue of being happy.
We will just be finebetterAwesome.
We are proud of our flaws
We together laugh at our stupidity and flex our cool selves most fully. Coz our definition of Peace is Having each other by our side FTW
Captured by my close-est friend :D
And and little editing done :P
Oh! Did I tell you how much I love her?
She'z one crazy adorable self @Sowmya :)
Ending on a happy note
Cyah! till next post
Cheers Spread smiles :) :)
My "Oh My God, Why?" list:
1. Why is it that we like to confide in strangers?
2. Why do we (especially ME) ALWAYS make someone the "center of my universe" ? when clearly my presence is "Nothing" to them??
3. Why do we hold all the little moments, wrap them, write about them and hide it safely in our secret closet...reliving each bit of them in our dreams?? when those "someone" can't even recall them.
4. Why do we always try to be genuinely nice to those who've done nothing but gossip about you?
5. Is being diplomatic helpful?
6. Why do we feel so far even if we are with people who are absolutely fun to be with?
7. Why should we pretend like nothing ever happened? when all you want to do is shout, yell and spill out the demons-inside-your-head.
8. Why should I be on guard with my free-spirited gypsy unafraid to speak my mind attitude? so on... (there's lot more)
I'm actually expecting a background score from Karan Johar ( It would add to the moment you know ;) )
My "Lets Be.." list: 1. Lets be careless, mad and senselessly un-monitored with 'being our self' 2. Blah to those who put on magnifying glasses and inspect each word of yours to twist them. 3. Shoo away those who look upon all angles to put/bring you down. ( They should've been very good with Geometry, no? ok, bad one :P ) 4. Always give a stand to those who y'know would do the same when tables turn. Yes, expectation is good only if they're your closest ones. ( Lets not fool ourselves with the word 'close' now!) 5. Lets make up after big big fights. 6. Lets laugh and make fun of each other only in each others presence. 7. Lets have those pointless talks, unguided walks. 8. Lets not make anyone feel odd or left out. Happiness comes when smiling faces multiplies. so on... Too much whining going around, no? This song should make up for it ;)
Of companionship as cold as Ice
Lets not alter our views depending on the 'actions'. They are momentary, impulsive or may be just may be has a story of itself. If we care, ponder on the 'cause' otherwise just 'let it be' who cares? Little poetry: A walk, little talks... A song, to fit in silences.. A sarcastic taunt, to brush the nervousness.. A little longing, post meetings.. A speck of silliness, to mentor our course.. A escape, for all unasked promises.. A Just This moment, to set eyes wandering for reasons.. A melodramatic fight, for laughter.. Because Not All Who Wish For Are Left Disappointed... Tiny moments of joy strengthens you through all odds!!
If you've friends who are half as crazy as you, who fathom easily, and so you can possibly be your sappy and cranky self. Then you sir, are damn lucky. *Obligatory sniff and a bow*
Thanks for listening, Cheerios for happy week ahead :-)
The clock ticked 1 in the morning, waking her up. She then realized that she dozed away on the book she was reading earlier. No, she couldn't study this way. Cursing her tiredness, she jumped out of her warm cozy bed, washed her face, made herself a cup of tea and determined to finish her last minute revision for her next day exam. She read for half an hour when her phone beeped prompting new message. She hoped against hope that it was from him.As expected it wasn't from him.
She couldn't believe that she still expected some communication with him.Him! He! the heart throb of any girl. He was smart, easy to be with, simple and gorgeous in his infinite mannerism. She adored him for long but little did he know her state. Magically, he did talk to her one day and from then the constant giggles, escaped glances became a part of their lives. But as they say, happy things don't come without some *conditions apply* tag. His family moved to other state. Still they tried their best to fight the distance between them.
There was this one opportunity that striked them to make the circumstances favourable. It was the very day last year, when she was doing her study, he phoned her. They talked all the very things happening around them. Talking to him, eased her nervous self.
He: This exam is very important for us, Sia. We can be together if you clear this exam and come here
She: I know Sanju.. and that's why I'm all tensed up.
He: Why? You'll make it.
She: Ohh! I'm not sure of that. *sobs*
She couldn't change the past happenings. She hardly could gear herself up to that fateful day when she screwed her papers. Things changed after that. The ambiance diverged. People altered their priorities.
Their priority list was same but in an upside down order. He topped her list.
The thought of him bought both happiness and tears. She couldn't stop herself and immediately sent him a message 'We are not going to talk anymore, are we?' and pressed sent. Cursing her impulsiveness. Of course, she asked for a tiny contact of being friends at the very least when he showed the inclination for breaking up. Deep down they both knew, being friends would do no justice to them. Infact, that 'F' word would strangle their emotions to death everyday. It would make it more difficult for them.
*beep* *beep* new message No, she didn't want to see it. She knew what he would reply. She looked away and couldn't tug a pointless war and opened the message.
He: It would hurt both of us.
She: But do you want to?
He: Frankly, no.
There was no second thought for that reply. He made his decision and now its her turn to make hers. She honestly didn't expect something great to happen but anything little show of affection would've made her feel good. No, she wouldn't cry anymore. Leaving her tangled memories behind. She prepared for that same exam that uprooted her dreams. For she wanted to prove, it wasn't really the distance that parted them. Gathering all her strength and her zeal to clear that exam and enter that very college of his made her strong.
Its been long since I've last blogged. The regular poems makes it sound so monotonous *Really*. So, its time I come up with something other hand.Generally, I'm the most talkative person :-P. Trust me, this is going to be a looong post. Of late, I was wondering about the hashtag I've seen on twitter #100factsaboutme. My first opinion was 'who is going to write them anyway?' but frankly why not?. Its real hard to ponder what you actually like or what you really believe in...butbut 100 things about you??..hmm..needs a lot of thought processing *winks* Wait...Play this music while you read along...!
#1. I love beaches. Like madly in love with them.
#2. Rains always amazes me. Its real bliss to stare out of the window with soothing songs slowly popping in your ears.
#3. I always carry a book with me. I mean like ALWAYS. Never ever you'll find me without it. I'm crazy that way.
#4. I love every little thing. Soft toys, sparkle pens, so on..
#5. I hate arguing over things.
#6.The more I miss someone, the more and more I read to forget them.
#7.You are way too special if I still reply to your monosyllabic texts.
#8.I crave for comedy.
#9. I can still watch any F.R.I.E.N.D.S show and end up laughing my head out.
#10. I'm not much into gadgets.
#11. I like decorating things.
#12.I clean up my room myself. Few things are to be done on our own.
#13. I'm more likely a morning person. Its hard for me to stay up late. I can but I don't want to.
#14. For me people are replaced with books when alone.
#15. I talk a lot. And hey, I listen too.
#16. I don't like keeping secrets with people I'm close to.
#17. I trust people fast. And thereby end up hurt.
#18. I don't think while I'm talking.
#19. Love fighting for chocolates.
#20. Morning rides on beach road is a blessing. Really, I tell you.
#21. I can't see anyone crying. It hurts when you can't stop it.
#22. I can't console people. Someone teach me seriously.
#23. I can't eat more. My appetite is such. I loove junky food.
#24. You have my respect if you get me cupcakes, brownies, chocolates, KFC Krushers, chicken pop corn.
#25. I can never say no to books. You can gift me. :D
#26. I hate taking decisions.
#26. Choosing between things is definitely a tough task. I can't.
#27. I can never do window shopping. If I like something, I'll surely get it.
#28. That reminds me, Shopping is a cool therapy ;)
#29. I'm more comfortable with Dad. Much like my fun self.
#30. When happy, I phone up Mom first.
#31.I never watch horror movies alone. In fact, I rarely watch them.
#32. I find mysteries intriguing in both books and people.
#33. I clap hands and start jumping when I'm too happy.
#34. I dance like a freak :D. They are no moves, just flow with the music.
#35. I never judge people by what others tell about them. For me, first impression isn't the last impression.
#36. I can never confront people. In my vain attempts, I end up apologizing myself to set things down.
#37. I sing ONLY when I'm alone.
#38. Its not easy for me to accept my love for my very few friends. I don't express them every now and then.
#39. I take my bro's advice seriously. I have this 'he can never be wrong' wala feeling. #40. I miss my school days.No no, I don't miss my school friends. I miss the school-ME
#41. I like gulab jamoon a LOT. I keep pestering my Mom to make them.
#42. I love those heart to heart talks with my closest friends.
#43. I love fighting over silly things with people I'm most comfortable with.
#44. I love being crazy. Making mistakes is my right!.
#45. I don't mind if I'm wrong at times. What will you learn by being perfect?
#46. At times, those small little conversations is more than enough.
#47. I think way tooo much and end up crying.
#48.Songs that speak your heart makes me smile.
#49. I adore kids. Time spent with them goes unnoticed. Really.
#50.No matter how sad I'm, I put up a smile when I'm with people. I'm strong that way.
#51.The thought of july makes me jump.* birthday month*
#52. Birthdays excite me. Be it mine or my friend's.
#53. I love re-playing parts of the song.
#54. I don't talk when I'm upset or overthinking.
#55. I never reply when I'm angry.
#56. I don't handle pressure well. It'll make things worse.
#57. Its easy to catch me when I'm lying.
#58. I enjoy the evenings of rainy season. I want them to last long.
#59. Crayons, sketches, colour pencils are my boredom companions.
#60.I believe in fairytales. There's always a hope for happy endings.
#61. I don't keep telling people how much they mean to me. These things are to be left for them to realize.
#62. I don't give up easy.
#63. Few things are easily forgiven but never forgotten. I remember things.
#64. Its nice to remember my first talk with someone. Our first meeting. I do that.
#65. I secretly wish for a life like in fairytale. *too much to wish for?*
#66. I adore Nicholas Sparks, Jeffrey Archer's works. I can't get enough of them.
#67. I'd like to have copyrights of Taylor and Adele's songs :D . They write my heart out..!!
#68. I still watch cartoons.
#69. If I like you, I wouldn't ponder or dig your past. Because, frankly it doesn't really matter :)
#70. I'm finely affected by instrumental music. Violin, Piano, so on ..hold spotless beauty.
#71. I talk to myself.
#72. Anger fetches me more tears than sadness.
#73. I love people with good sense of humour.
#74. I like staring out of my window and sipping my hot hot chai.
#75. At times, I'm easily misunderstood.
#76. Time doesn't change things. I tell you.
#77. I take pleasure in cracking lame jokes with people I love.
#78. I can never let go people I'm fond of.
#79. I don't like sharing my best friends with anyone. I'm possessive this way and I don't mind :|
#80. Every coincidence has a reason. I believe it.
#81.Couch + Book + soft music + Coke = Blessing!
#82. I live it up in irritating people I'm close to.
#83. I cry when there's tragedy in the book I'm reading or in movies.Yes.
#84. I like high heels. Pencil heels are too good, if only I manage to walk in them :s
#85. I don't remember my dreams.* good or bad? *
#86. I write when I'm upset.
#87. I never ever cry in public. I try my best to control, till I fall apart in my room.
#88. I like long drives.
#89. I try way hard to get something I've always wanted. I give my best.
#90. I love surprises.
#91. I love everything that makes me laugh and giggle.
#92. I usually toss between letting go and moving on.
#93. My poor little brain, I never listen to it.
#94. I'm more of a impulsive person. I strictly believe in instincts.
#95. There's a small cute voice inside our heart. Listen to it, it shall guide you.
#96. I love smiling faces. Purity of innocence is hard to find.
#97. Be genuinely silly. I am, its fun :P
#98. I stay with people who always stood up for me.
#99. I can never be 'just friends' with people I adore. They are much much more :)
#100. I praise relationships that are simple.The simpler, the best.
Yippeee!!...See..I've made it! :D :P
Thanks a lot for your patience.. Happy weekend ahead :-)
वो एक तारामय रात ता ...
जब वो मिले थे ..
समारोह के लिए खिलना ई -
मुस्कान शेत्रुओं के लिए दो
तो कुछ बाते शुरू हुई और तारे चमकने लगि ..
प्यार खामोश दिल में रास्ता मिल गया
जब वो मिले थे..
वक़्त के साथ साथ ..
समय और दूरी को सहते हुए..
कुछ देर ओर चले ..इस दुनिया से बेखबर ...
पर न ये कुछ कहाँ न उसने..
जब वो मिले थे ..
क्यों की उन्हें डर था
की कहीं वो उन्हें खो न दे ..
बाते थम गयी..दूरियाँ अपने राह बना ली
अब थो न ये आँसू रुकते हैं
न उनकी यादो का सिलसिला ...
जब वो मिले थे..
वे एक आत्मा के रूप में निवास ,
भाग्य को गले लगाते..
पर आज भी वे अपने आप से पूछथे हैं "काश..हम अपने दिल की बात केह दी होती थो ..शायद "
आज फिर तेरे याद सहने पड़ेगी
कुछ इस दिल की
कुछ इस अकेलेपन की
कुछ इस अधूरी बातो की...
I scribbled, I tore and I wrote again...
Trying to tell you all my pain..
They kept coming back,
raw, violent, brutal and vehemently..
I sketched, I fumbled upon all those words unspoken..
But it didn't heal either...
You were never beside me,
nor was your shadow..
I searched, I groped all the energy..
for it slowly poured in, and crumbled me to pieces..
blinding light shone from above
cutting down all the shreds of broken ..
I squiggled, I scrawled and I wrote again..
In the end, it struck me hard..
If you were my Love ,
you'd know even the untold stories apart..!
How restless he was waiting for this day.His book got published. The audience response, appreciation, recognition, over-night fame was overwhelming.
*claps claps* *click click*
His dream has come true.
"Sir, amazed by the response, planing for your next book?" asked an interviewer quickly.
"No, I'm still savoring my first child's birth" He smiled gently.
"Very well, sir. Do you want to say anything to your readers?"
"Yes. Thanks to all my readers. Am in high spirits as you people like it. Relations cannot be defined, nor its easy to put them in words. I hope I've given my best."
The press-meet was done. The publishing team congratulated him.
"We are throwing a party tonight Arun, you should be there" said Santhosh, one of his publishing partner.
"Uhh! I am sorry Santhosh, I've plans" He said meekly.
"C'mon Arun , we can't party without you. After all, its coz of you we are celebrating" in a dissapointed voice
"I really would've make it. But I want to share my success with my family first. You can understand"
" Yeah! okay. We will party some other time. Family comes first as you said in your book"
"Thanks" He said and left.
He reached home holding his hand written copy of his book. He was anxious to look at his wife's expression when she'd know about his first publication. She was all he had. She was his only family. It was her smile he longed to see.
He called her name. There was no response. He searched for her in every room. She was nowhere...
There he found a note on the table saying...
"Going to dine out. Will be late."
"If only I could write the story of my life..." He thought. This was his story. No change. Yet, He smiled.
We all live in a world where they are many people around who stop us , question us, point out our mistakes but never make an effort to correct them!
Have you noticed that boy who always jumps up on answering the questions posed on him by the teacher?
Did you ever care of talking to the girl who prefers to sit in the front benches alone?
Do you know how it feels like to have all Eyes Upon You everytime?
We all pass on comments as...
"Arey ! he has only bookish knowledge, he is just obsessed on standing first." "That girl! she is such a bore...she has no life...!!" Really?? Who are we to judge them? We hardly even know them!
In today's world, every action of ours is judged. It takes really few people to explore the motive behind that action.Its not that nobody is perfect, infact its like we can't see anyone being perfect!. No matter how good that person is to us, we unintentionally dig upon their loop holes and try to exaggerate them for reasons we can't decipher.Why? Everyone suffers when we decide to be selfish. The basic need of life pertain to I, Me and Myself!. At times, we have no idea how hard our words strike them. There is a ocean we have to glimpse behind every smile of theirs.
We are not aware how much it hurts, until it happens to us...!
If I've given a chance to change one thing around me, it would be to shower slightest sense of Humbleness on us. It's high time for everyone to change their attitude towards their fellow beings.
Hate is not the opposite of Love, Indifference surely is...!
It's sad to see so much of indifference around, moreover people drag it to their virtual lives too. Human relations are bound to be simple and kept away from any negative vibes. Lets be modest enough and treat everyone equally. Lets not draw presumptions into each others lives. A little humility won't harm you know. Let all the negativity burn...spread smiles...Yes, its Time To Change :-)
She was early as usual. Everyday she was the first to reach the place of work.She opened the windows letting the cool breeze kiss her face and make her shiver.It was after the long winter day that sun peeped in ruling over the dark witty clouds.
She worked in a baby care centre and she absolutely loved her work. In about a hour or so, parents would come and leave their children here and rush to their offices.
It was a bliss to be with children all day long.For all the little things they do, for all the smiles they shower when she plays with them,for all the innocence, sensitivity, delicacy they own..She adored being with them.She slowly took out her old brown diary,which she started writing just to re-read those moments of bliss when she would grow old, become a toothless granny and laugh her lungs out of how crazy she was!. She picked up her pen and started doodling little hearts in red ink in torn corners of the page and this brought memories back. Memories of silliness. Memories of bitter-sweet-pain. Memories of HIM...Adarsh,name that brought butterflies...
July 20th,2007:
They were together through out their school days. They planned their future together.They had their careers planned accordingly.Life was beautiful with each other in their lives. She was madly head-over-the-heels in love with him.He was too, atleast she thought so..
One abstract thought, and she tore the page off. Of all the love she had for him, he left her at the end of the day. He could'nt support his decision in front of his Mom and she wanted a high-educated wealthy bride for her precious son.She could'nt blame his mom for her fate. She convinced herself that she did'nt want someone who could'nt stand up for the decisions they take!.
She felt cheated.He promised to grow old with her.Listen music and watch bad TV throughout the day's length.Why did he have to break it? Time moved too fast for her to keep up with its pace.They said it'll be painful for a few months and then her life would adapt itself to this subtle change. Why was'nt her pain subsiding? Four long, wistful years had rolled by. Had'nt she suffered enough? These questions itched her fate and she could'nt scratch it. Once again they were no answers. She did'nt know what to feel anymore. It was tiring task. Right and wrong agreed with each other. Her face broke into infrequent tremors of grief, pain and wishful longing.
A tear fell, hot as acid, and scarred the flimsy white.
Nostalgia won.Again.
She wrote.And then ,some more.
"Good Morning! Ciyah Are you there?" and she was back to this world.There was a man holding his daughter who was half asleep glaring stunnigly at her unusual numb-attitude.Shuting her brown diary and putting it back in its place, she retorted "Uff! Mr.Sekhar,Its S-I-A not Ciyah,short and sweet" ."Oh yeah! such weird name it is! Okay I'm in a hurry.My wife is coming back today and she will pick up Aria at 5 in the evening.Is it fine?" he fumbled handing his daughter to her and left without even waiting for her reply. Her day has started, she hugged Aria in her sleep and tried to cuddle off her morning weariness. Surprisingly enough, she hugged her back.
Yes! her job filled her emptiness.
Eventually, the place got filled with children cries,sounds of laughter and voices of nannies...she got herself occupied with talking to parents, enrolling new names into the list...
She sat with files dealing with the enrollment numbers, arranging them in order to make her work easier.
"Excuse me! where can I register my child's name?" she heard a woman's voice.
"Hmm U need to fill in the details here" she said without looking up,handing over a aplication form, disliking the interruption.
The woman took few minutes and handed over the form to her.
She examined and looked up reluctantly pointing "You did'nt fill your husband's designation"
"My husband's not here any more...He died in a accident 6 months ago" she said trying to control her tears with the end of her saree.
"I'm so sorry!" she hurriedly said cursing herself hard for asking this. She looked intently at that woman then, she looked tired, weary who was trying her best to fight back her tears.
"Its fine.You did'nt know" that woman smiled with a voice that filled with pain.
There is always something so intriguing about a broken shy smile she thought.
"What's your baby's name?" she asked trying to divert the topic, she sympathised her situation.
"Oh its Sia.S-I-A short and sweet. Actually my husband loves that name" the woman breaked out silently
The pen fell from her hands!.The world stopped for her.Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes and mouth opened wider
"UHH!What's your husband's name?" she asked slowly breaking down
NO...She didnt want to know the answer.Never.She stood there voice dead.
Nostalgia won.Again.And she surrendered to it willingly.
Gaping at plain paper...
wishing it to flood out with words..
when at a hard time to resonate ambiguity. It came slowly, swiftly without answers!...
relinquishing the pain hidden deep...
in the sands of time...undisturbed, unquestioned, airy !
Striking the evil-reality...
when the most outrageous imagination drowns,
in the sea of thoughts trapped in my head...
to dump all the emotions captured by time...
longing for passion to reap!..
Yet! for the turmoil aroused,
to relish the moment of daily anecdotes... I wish to be the smile of your dreams
Years from now,
we won`t remember the totes in the corner...
But the efforts made to respect the way it feltmatters!
The vibrant laughter..fits perfectly well...
with those stifled sobs...
Stranded midst reality...
choosing to getaway by letting go...
Is clogged!
Giving wings to my heart...
pouring my soul out on paper...
The wind flows away that page,
dragging my heart to be caged,
which always dreamt of flying with you... The salty blot on the paper...explains it all! Why can`t we just say what we feel?! What's the point in hiding things one feels? Sooner or later unsaid things just hurt more, it would never make a situation good but worse.. These days, nothing can be hidden or lied upon... Everything is like open... Keeping mum never helps... Well! Silence is blissful Only when the person sharing it knows the reason behind it... Else...its all vacuum...The Void..!!
"When you try your best, but you don't succeed, when you get what you need, but not what you want..." You`ve got one life they say but how can they easily ignore the countless compromises it comes with.However, every thought, every line, every word that we pen down in our 'not so' personal diaries gives growth to a writer-bud within you... It lets you Hide and Whisper those tiny little words which seem to be loud cries of your heart. It gives hope in sadness, something that insists life to be seen from a more optimistic view...though this optimism may seem far fetched sometimes... Do you know how it feels to be ignored? Do you know how it feels to not be a part of someone`s happiness? Do you know how it feels to be a reason of someone`s cry? They are certain human emotions that rob our lives from our hands... And its intriguing how we surrender ourselves to them Like we are under some spell...!! But these vibes are not pain! its a struggle to keep up... Sometimes it so happens, You have to realize that some people can Stay In Your Heart Forever... But not in your life. For that happiness running in the parallel universe, for the peace and serenity it might bring, but for now its- Hiding Behind My Words! So, yes! these are certain fragments of my dairy...
Indolent were those days... before I met you Each tomorrow was same as yesterday... books squeezed most of my time Then YOU entered my life... things were`nt the same anymore Every new day began with a hope... sweet feeling slowly crept in
Moment of bliss bust in... every moment with you was blessed Time just flew by... The joy that you bring , filled my day what more could I ask for? elated by the very feeling... wishing upon a star , but... Yes, I was cut down...
The feelings I have for you... never seem to die, I keep having those memories... And I don`t why ? Memories of what we talked... what we thought, how we felt... Still stay in my head, Although my heart was torn... I did nothing but forgive, We pushed through our lives... And we continued to live Tablets of the memory, never faded away...
It`s toughie when you feel like sharing many things but have no idea how to begin...what do i start with?...thousand thoughts just start pouring into this minuscule brain of mine...
I`m in no mood to start with politics,philosophy they make it depressing...hmm..jumping out of cozy bed, my hand got stuck in between my earphones which made me come up with very central essence of us...MUSIC!!! I have my own particular sorrows,delights,loves, and so has everyone...but sorrow,gladness,yearning,hope,love,belong to all of us,in all times and in all places.Music speaks up about our feelings and wisdom (Singing)...The very first type of music I was made familiar with was Carnatic Music.It`s considered as one of the oldest systems of music in the world, which requires much thought both artistically and technically.My starting classes were not much interesting as I was completely forced to attend them at the age of 7!..{I made out many deals with my mum during that period, for like chocolates,dresses,movies etc...she did whatever it took me to attend them ;-)}.However,I grew fond of it and slowly during the course I gave 2 concerts and participated in many singing competitions. This singing journey of mine continued for another 7 years...Later I was driven to study-web of mine,which obviously did not leave much of a choice other than to discontinue my classes.During my classes I even learned playing Violin for few years.From then I`ve developed Violinist Spirit...
This reminds me of the song "Sound Of Angel" which is completely instrumental that is very soulful and charming...the song that literally stuck in my head!..
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