So, Its Goodbye? All like that?!

                         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.


to be continued...
         
                            
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Know ME

                                       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 :-)
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jab they met

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...


                                                           


                                                                             
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Crumpled Paper

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..!


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Your 'Sky'ness..!!

summer recreation

P.S. Writing down on a paper has its own essence that can never be replaced with typing.. 

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Unopened Envelope

                                                 

I shall be empty
For that smile I wear..
when it all rushes back
where solitude hugs and caresses me to sleep

I shall be concealed
for all the tears I've shed..
with the emphatic laughter..
where I still wish U were there..

I shall be strong..
for I'm pretending to be..
when they say this won't kill me..
where mind and heart tug a war..

I shall be praying..
For U to turn back..
when they think I let U go..
where I relentlessly search for lost Me..

I shall be missing..
for I'm chained with misery..
when they think I'm set free..
where my thoughts constantly grumble..

I shall need U..
for U are my journey of smiles..
when they think I'm over U..
where I still relive those moments..

I shall love U..
For I muster all my courage to accept it..
when I'm no good in expressing them out..
where I can only write them down..

                               

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On The Edge

Little would they know..
strolling through the memory..
the pain it took to overcome..

                                        Heart that pounds furiously
                                        where instincts scream to back off
                                        but the decision has been made..

                                         This stress is too much to take in
                                         Standing right On The Edge
                                         Strings of memories weaving 
                                        But its done...no more..
                                        Time passed..distance stayed..
                                        days got distracted..
                                       
                                        The blistered soles of feet
                                        beginning to give away...
                                        tear made its ways..
                                        like its following a rhythm
                                    
                                        Just one more step..
                                       She kept telling..
                                       One moment she was an living entity..


                       
                            
                                         
                                         

                                































































































































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Little Somethings

This was his D-day...

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.
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My Eternal Home

Books..!!
 Hah! my love, my bestie,my only pass-time, an easy escape...footpath to eternity!



                              
                    How I adore reading books. It all started with the comics, prose and poetry lessons at school etc etc...The intuition to get into the fiction-sphere ignited slowly. Now, I read everything. Be it mystical, horror, fantasy, humour, mythological..what not? but fiction always reserves a place :-)


      It somehow instilled the feeling of completion.  Reading good books matters. Now, we can't simply prompt about a book without actually reading them. No matter how  arduous it might be,I can never leave a book half-read. We can't presume the ending, right?


                     To fill-in the emptiness,
                     To get carried away,
                     dexterity of visualization..
                     There is a alley...


      I've had this rule "A Book Every Week".Well, it really does'nt work at times. I miss the times I was completely lost into books, but now? I rarely get enough time to ponder.And yes, this writing-bud is infixed by the reading-worm inside-my-head. I read to seek knowledge , but I’m also a big fan of escaping into well-crafted fiction, where peeling back the author’s story reveals a deeper truth. Where flawed, broken down characters are always remembered and may be even respected. An author has the capability of taking a part of us with them.Every time we read, we learn. Its easy to compare ourselves with the characters of the book ( Man!! I do that everytime! ).
                         

       Reading is important. It definitely can help broaden our minds or strengthen our thinking skills.But at times its really hard to stay focused..! When u love books, you carry one around with you, you make knowledge your number one sought for passion, you talk about them, you live and breath them.Its just like sports and work.. 

Books to be read:
1.The Prince-Niccolo Machiavelli
2. War And Prince-Leo Tolstoy
3.Prodigal Daughter-Jeffrey Archer
4.Quiver full of arrows-Jeffrey Archer  
5.The Hobbit-J.R.R.Tolkien
6.The Other side of Midnight-Sidney Sheldon 

more shall follow eventually... 


Keep up the reading...
Cheers :-)

                 
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