SOMEDAY…

Someday,

You would look at me

In a different way

Smile at me

Then shy away

I would smile right back

But say nothing,

Jiggle my bracelet,

Fiddle with my ring.

Someday,

You would hold my hand

And meet my eye.

We’ll just stand there

And the time will fly.

The sun would set

And the moon would rise,

But all this while,

You would just look in my eyes.

Someday,

We would be together,

Playing in the loft,

You would stop suddenly

And kiss me soft.

You would take me in your arms

And hold me there

For me, that would be heaven

Else, nowhere

Someday,

You would take me to the beach,

We would lie on the sand.

Sometime soon,

You would hold my hand.

You would look in my eyes

And say “I Love You”,

I would smile happily

And say, “I Do Too”

Someday….

THE BEGINNING

GIVING UP..

GIVING UP
My skin is dry
My tongue is parched
Devoid of emotions
My heart is charred

The nights are long
The days crawl by
My loved ones have left
Without saying goodbye

My dreams are blank
My eyes just stare
My brain has gone stale
Tousled is my hair

What is the purpose in my life?
Why does my heart beat?
I just think of the moment
When death will greet

I taste bile in my mouth
Roaches crawl on my toe
Dust and mud matt my skin
Flowers die as weeds grow

Still I breathe
With no reason or rhyme
My hands start groping
Fast in the grease and grime

All I get is dirt
The last boil of hope simmers down
My eyes stare again
At the sky’s blue and earth’s brown

I lay, waiting forever
Then at the horizon above the lake, I see
That death has obliged
And has finally come, to take me

...The End...

Moments

I smile to myself, thinking of something
However, cold it is outside, I feel warm within
It spreads throughout my body, like a wave on the shore
Pleases my senses, I feel joy in my heart’s core.
Yes, I remember.

I feel pain, as if someone is tugging at my heart
I have lost something, something which is my own part.
Tears flow and I cry, I miss what belonged to me.
Something which was like the air I breathe, but couldn’t see
Yes, I remember

Then I feel a current flowing through fast in my vein
I feel the kisses which made me go insane
The warmth of the arms that held me protectively
The intensity of his gaze which could never be returned politely
Yes, I remember

I can feel the tension mount as the distance increases
Silence rules the conversations, the power to think ceases
All nights seem moonless, I feel lonely in the crowd
The hidden truths come out and so do all the lies
Yes, I remember.

Moments come and go, their memories remain with me
Some are vivid, some are blurred, but I just let them be.
These moments have not ended; they are intact in my heart
Because after every end, there is always another start.
Yes, I remember.

THE BEGINNING

The milky crescent lights up the blue sky. The silence is deafening. He wakes up like a pre – programmed machine. His eyes are dry, tears betray him. He has replayed the sequence many times. Hence, there is no fear, just a need which would be fulfilled soon. The room is frighteningly in order. Books stacked up neatly on the study table. The sheets on the beds are devoid of any creases. School shoes kept under the almirah. The satchel bag for school lies ignored in a quiet corner. The ironed uniform hangs confidently on the door knob. Everything is spotless. He takes of hid glasses. The thin metal frames clink lightly against the glass top table. He wants it to be quiet and painless. Knowingly, he takes out a small plastic bottle from the drawer. The wooden chair creaks as he sits on it and places the bottle on the table in front of him. Seconds tick by. Each movement of the clock’s hands sounds like a bullet tearing the silence. Calmly, he poured water from the jug kept on the table, in the single glass placed right next to it. Cold sweat breaks out on his brow. He tightens the knitted woolen muffler around his neck. His hands shake as he breaks the bottle’s seal. Small white colored round tablets tumble out in his hand. His hand rises to his lips. The trembling hands hesitate and lower down a little to show their resistance. But he gathers strength, takes a deep sigh, for the first time showing some emotion. He thrusts all the tablets in his mouth in one swift abrupt motion. He surprises himself. Some of the white round tablets fall around. He fumbles for the glass of water but drops it. The glass crashes on the cold marble floor and water wets his feet. He drinks straight from the jug. His face turns blue as he tries to swallow all the medicines at one go. But he fails and pukes. He blacks out and wakes up in a hospital.

LIFE’S MANTRA

You can cry, but you have to smile.
You can rest, but you walk a mile.
You may hide, but you speak it out.
You can be quiet, but you sing out loud.
You may lose, but you try to win.
You are broke, but you never give in.
You can keep, but you always give.
You can die, but you choose to live….

… This is LIFE…

THE REAL ME

I have one heart, but a million things to say;
How to say them, I do not know.
I listen to my mind but it prefers silence,
I just cannot let my emotions flow.
Hiding in me is a different me,
I am yet to be discovered.
I am vulnerable, but expressive.
The true me is still covered.
I want someone to uncover me,
But still keep me a secret.
Someone to know the real me,
Someone who respects my secret.
I know finding him is not difficult.
I just have to let myself be.
He would only need to look,
And he’ll know it’s the real me.
Maybe I am just afraid to show,
What my true self is.
My other side lies in a glass coffin,
Awaiting a prince’s kiss.
The spell would be broken
And the world would know me,
I won’t be hidden,
People would see.
But do I really want to be seen,
Or I prefer the glass coffin,
I still ponder on it,
As I always have been.
I guess I like being a secret,
Something the world is yet to explore.
They may claim they have discovered me,
But they’ll only know one core.
Just as love means a million things,
But still sounds the same.
Even I am an unsolved riddle,
I am an unconquered game.
I am unsure of myself, not knowing what I want.
But that’s the way I like to be,
Being confident of my ignorance is bliss.
Well, I guess, this is what I mean by the ‘real me’.
But then I am alone, though still with the crowd.
Only I know what I really feel.
I can act happy during rough times,
But deep scars take long to heal.
If only I had someone,
Who would kiss my loneliness goodbye.
Who would care for me and the real me,
Who would always stand by.
I knew is around somewhere,
I just need to look hard.
If only I would uncover his true self,
He would discover my second heart.

ThAt NytE!!

A dark night. 6 friends out at a hill station…. I remember it was Mussoorie. No one was sleepy. I remember…. There was nothing to do. Everyone was bored. There was a girl among them. Just one girl. They dared her. The guys did. They dared her to stay besides the open glass window hidden by a heavy curtain for 10 minutes. She wasn’t afraid. She agreed. The bet was for simple and sweet chocolates. Ah! She loved them. She stood up from the floor. Opened the window, stood near it with the hood of her little pink sweatshirt saving her head from the chilly wind. The boys scared her, made noises but she was brave enough for them. Faced it all easily. Then the boys decided to scare her off her feet. They planned to switch the lights off while she was still covered by the heavy curtain and sneaked off. Leaving her all alone. Time passed. The boys didn’t hear a single word from the girl. They thought that they had lost the bet. As losers they went inside. Opened the door making a loud creaking noise… ccrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaakkkk….. No movement, no noise, not even sound of breath to be heard. Her dear friend, closest to her, called her. No reply. He became a bit worried. Called her lovingly and then he became annoyed. Irritated, he threw back the curtains. Where was she? No where to be found. He peeked down the window. The hotel was at height. Darkness everywhere. Just the wind blowing. Swoooossshhh…. He became worried. His friends checked the washroom. Not even there. Where could she have been? They were now scared to death. They went down hurriedly to the reception. Woke up the manager and told him the whole story. They searched the whole hotel. Every niche, every corner. No where. Time passed and the sun shined. A search party was organized. The whole area around the hotel was searched. No where to be found.
2 years have passed since them. All the 5 boys have seen the girl. One saw her standing outside his room’s window. Another saw her in the same pink hood staring at him through the mirror. And others just saw her face here and there. 2 of the boys are still in the asylum claiming the girl haunts them. What happens to the girl? No one knows… no one… and no one will…..
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