Going into hibernation…

Is it true that i have become so fragile off lately that i have just lost all the courage to confront people?

Why do i hesitate now to claim my own rights, somehow?

Why is it that i walk on the road with my head always facing the ground?

Is it true that i have become more quiet than frustrated at the same time?

What is it exactly?

My guilt or my incapability?

I don’t know where am i going,

There are times i fail to understand what i am doing,

Why this emptiness?

Has my life lost its meaning?

Who am i, anyway ?

A burden on my parents?

What am i doing?

Eating away their hard-earned money?

Why are my eyes always filled with tears at the pettiest of issues now?

What have i become ?

Where am i lost?

Why cannot i fight with anyone, any longer?

To whom did i lose the power of persuasion?

Why can’t i be at peace with myself?

What is happening?

Who is to understand my predicament?

Why don’t i seem to like anyone around me?

Is it a hysteria that has attacked me?

I see 17 year olds getting into live-in relationships and i realise that this world isn’t the same place anymore, as i have been thinking.

I don’t like a thing around me,

I was never like this,

I guess, i have turned into some alien.

I don’t even feel like talking.

It appears as if i have lost all incentives of doing anything,

I fear, what will become of me?

I don’t want to remove my headphones,

Else i will have to be a part of this cruel world,

I don’t want to wake up from sleep, ever, else i will have to be a part of this cruel world.

Wake me up when this world becomes a better place, may be, by that time, i will gather some courage.

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Flames of anguish…

Have you ever felt so choking as if you have been buried 10 feet deep within?

When the hurt tears you from within and the pain doesn’t seem to lessen?

When you feel like screaming but you can’t even cry?

When you hate yourself for not being able to hate the person responsible for all that?

When You desperately want to give up on your life coz you find out that it has just got no meaning left?

When the only person who mattered the most to you despises you to such an extent that you end up being just a living dead ?

Do you know the feeling when you can’t speak; when u can barely breathe?

When that special someone steals all your memories and all you are left with is an aching heart, swelled eyes and the broken pieces of your being.

What a tragedy!

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Nostalgia…

It’s not that I have always been a critique of those cheesy goodies that are a delight to watch by, those hearts with cupids, hanging out of the baskets, those scented candles giving the grandeur feel of February, those Lovie-dovie greetings leaving the people in awe and giggles..

But, it’s probably coz in real life, (unlike movies), there is a timing for everything.

Whenever I see young couples going around, I feel sick. Seriously, I do feel stupid. Watching them engrossed in each other so much, gives me a sense of contentment, but it also makes me feel uncomfortable.

They walk hand in hand, unaware of what might come into their way ahead.

Unaware of the fact that there still exists the concept of impermanence.

Losing yourself completely into someone is a foolish thing to do.

Since, when they are gone, there is nothing left in you, too.

I had the time of my life, as you may call it, when I was 19. Too young to understand that it was something bigger to handle than just a bunch of differences between the two.

As i was walking down the blocks today, remembering all those days, there was a sweet smile on my lips, followed by a sigh on my face.

I realized that deep down inside, i don’t despise the concept of valentine’s..

May be, i just miss the period when even i had the time of my life!

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For he, who…

For he, who has seen sorrows would know the true delight of happiness!

For he, who has been alone for a long, would know what it means to be in the company of some one!

For he, who has seen death from a negligible distance would know the pain of losing a loved one!

For he, who has seen tearing struggles, shall rejoice in the leisure of success!

For he, who has been waiting for years, for some change to happen, would know what is it like, to be patient!

For he, who has seen the heights of animosity, shall find the depths of peace!

For he, who has loved with all he had, knows the feeling of being deprived of that!

For he, who has been through the traumatic testing times, shall reach the pinnacle of contentment!

For he, who has given into unmatched levels of endurance shall dwell in the true essence of selflessness!

For he, who has loved and lost, is well versed with the concept of impermanence!

For he, who has understood the true meaning of life and has devoted himself to the highest form of purity, shall rise above the crutches of life and death!

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Because its 11th of February…

So its 11th of February,2015.

Two years since I posted that controversial picture on Facebook.

Been a while, huh?

Do you equally miss that thrill and excitement?

Where are you now?

Haven’t heard from you since long!

By the way, do u still remember, what size of bangles do I wear?

Or what is the measurement of my ankle form?

Or you ‘ll have to call my best friend to get an indirect information?

And give yet another chance to both of us, to laugh at such precarious situation.

That,memory is still so fresh, as if it’s just a matter of yesterday.

That u departed for a place which was hundreds of miles away..

Your moot court competition it was,

I guess at some place near Ahmedabad.

Oh yes, I do remember now, it was in Gandhinagar, Gujarat.

So damn excited you were,

And at the same time, a little anxious.

No wonder, passing judgements and delivering justice was always a favourite on your priority list,

And u have a dummy of its beautiful journey, which is yet to begin!

Walking on the sands of time,

A pebble obstructs my movement,

It’s the one, which gives me tremors and leaves me with an unprecedented restlessness..

I still feel sorry for my imbecile behaviour then, I know I fought with you over stupid silly things and distracted u there,

But, ask me, how I managed remaining distant from you on the 11th of February, when it was right in the middle of the valentines week!

I wanted to do the least I could, I wanted to wish you on call, at least.

But you were adamant, we both have been like that, except for that one trait in which I lag and the one that makes me feel bad..

You went to shop for me, even after the big quarrel we had.

How could I not take pride in claiming that I was the girl of your life?

How could I hide the butterflies that danced each time, inside?

How could people not be jealous of what we shared at a time..

That was incredible, the only one of its kind.

They still tell me, that I have been the luckiest of all times.. They still remind me that i couldn’t get a better guy!

Lucky or not !

I really cannot recall..

Since The pink pouch with green strings and golden beads, is all i have now,

The anklets, the earrings, and all its vanities are long gone, and only we both know, how!

I have everything saved me, right here, in my possession, but i no longer enjoy wearing any of those ornaments.

The glowing charm on my face, vaporized with your dreary absence dissolving in my life..

At least that’s what i get to hear, from each person who meets me after a while..

So be gone and never look back,

Coz somewhere i know, now, how to pretend..

pretend as if nothing ever happened between us and act like i am stronger than it appears to everyone..

And as you drift away into your own world, wherein you, yourself are the most important of all, just don’t forget to take all your superfluous words along,

Take them with you and bury them right under your face, But make sure you do that only if it brings to you, some level of shame..

Be gone, so that the deceiving look in your eyes remains hidden from me, the one that remind me of a thousand fake stories,

Be gone with your bag pack full of lies, so that it doesn’t echo of those false hopes, you had tied..

By the way, i believe you could clearly recall what day it was, when you made those meaning less promises, surfing on the tidal waves of lust,

Thereby, a very happy promise day, love..!!!

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The magic of writing…

Coz when I write, the whole world around me becomes quiet.

It’s just my little inner voice that helps me rise above everything else prevalent then.

It’s just my Mind taking me to an altogether different level.

Had just no idea, not until now..

That this would someday turn out to be the best way to settle down.

Writing my heart out, heals me by facilitating me to vent it out.

I am able to ignore every shit with just my fingers moving on typing screen,

I find myself in a position to segregate myself from those kibosh worldly things.

I am at the best of myself,

coz that’s when i manage to find some peace,

coz that’s how i am able to handle this life with a little ease!!

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Her best birthday gift…

She could have never even imagined, that she would end up being 
one such, but her birthday got her more luckier than she could 
have been with a four-leaf clover!!

He did all that for her, just to see that surprising happiness on her face.

He had to revive those twinkling eyes and sparkling smile, which personified her charming grace, and made him fall for her, always, all over again.

What more could she ask for, right before blowing the candles on her birthday cake?

She always believed that god answered her prayers, then how could he not grant her wish on her most special day?

3:00 a.m. in the midnight and a phone call. What happened next changed her entire being and made her day, the best of all.

She ran down the staircase, her heart throbbing fast-steadily.

She was excited to see who had sent her a gift availing the services of ferns and petals, on her birthday eve. As she got down to the last step, she became somewhat anxious. What if, it wasn’t from him? What if he had forgotten to send her the birthday present?

While these thoughts juggled her head, she saw a diffident shadow approaching towards her from some distance. Her eyes ousted its usual diameters, since, in a thrill of excitement, she had forgotten to wear her spectacles.

“What a mess”, she thought to herself.

But there are some connections that don’t require a sense of sightedness for recognition, since they are the ones based on the true essence of belongingness.

She could figure it out from her gut feeling, her instincts echoing, that it was him.

And, as he came nearer, the vision became much clearer.

There he was, her night-time visitor, who was standing tall as a pole, walking on a swift pace, to let her sink in the moment, on the whole. The moment she saw him, time and again, her body was shivering in silence. She turned pale. She could not believe her eyes, that he was there for real. Water gushing out perpetually, she tried to hide her wet eyes and asked her friend to pinch her tight.

Yes, it was him, wearing a red “T” and his cute yellow Simpson’s. Her feet went cold; her heart beats, beyond control. She could not utter a single word, for her mind was wandering in some another world!

Happiness would be too less of a word to describe what she was actually feeling then.

Barbie and Cinderella would be too jealous of her, as she got her prince charming, (without losing even a buckle of shoe), right on her doorstep.

As he came closer, with arms wide open, she had almost lived her dream of cherishing that fantasy world. “Could she get any luckier?”, she asked herself.

And, the bubbles of her mysterious world busted into reality when he hugged her so tightly.  He then, kissed her on the neck, and slowly whispered, a very happy birthday, in her ears.

She was awestruck! So taken away by his presence around her. He could feel the goosebumps all over the surface of her skin. He was equally overwhelmed and taken away with their extraordinary intimidation.

She could only manage to squeeze a shocking yet nervous tone of voice, when she couldn’t help but feel that she had literally moved him from insides.

She was too shy to admit that she was witnessing a somewhat similar situation.

But, she chose to clung by him instead, till her face turned deep crimson.

He presented her with a bottle of rose wine and a bunch of chocolates to add to the sweetness of those moments. They captured those memories, under the sky full of stars and went on to celebrate with splashes of wine showers.

He could not take his eyes off her, such was the impact of their unique encounter.

She was so drenched in his love, that she could only wish for, the night to never get over!!

And before, they headed to another place to carry on with their lasting impressions, further, She thanked god for giving her the best birthday gift ever!!

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