Another tale...

The sun knows that I'm in love with the rain...He's jealous of the rain..Doesn't complain,though...

When my heart thumps with every thunder...He's jealous of the thunder...

When I enjoy the rain,all alone,in the night,and a drop of rain falls on my palm and I touch it..He's jealous of the delicacy it enjoys...

When the breeze brushes against my cheeks...He's jealous of the way it puts a smile on my face...

Now,he can't afford to miss me any longer...He peeps through the clouds and looks at me...If I would be sad for the rain being gone...If I would blame him for that...

I do smile at him...He is more than happy and asks the clouds that help him hide,to part...As he moves royally into the forefront,I run...

He extends his hands towards me to cuddle me to death...

I run...So hard...And here I am...Gazing at the seven colours he drew...As I smile at it,there's a fading smile on his face...He comes closer to get a clear idea of my emotion...Here fades the seven colours...And my smile...

The sun...Here he beholds me...A drop of sweat trickles down my forehead...I frown...His eyes brim with tears...

There he goes...Hiding behind the clouds...And here I'm...Gazing at the bow my beau has gifted me with...

Now and Then

THEN:

“Surya calling”, it read. I slowly walked away from my friends to attend the call. 

“Hi”, he said. He was probably smiling then.

“Hi”, I replied.

“How’s you?”,he asked.

“I’m good and how about you?”

“Well, you should know it better than me”.

“How is that?”

“Because my heart is with you”.

I was amazed by his expressive language. “I think your heart is very fine”, I said and moved along the corridors of my college.

There was a very lovely melody that was being played in the background. Everything seemed to sink in with the moment. The song, though was one of my favorites, I had never felt that it had a deeper meaning. The music seemed to be played for us.

He was listening to the song as well, as I had noticed that he had been keeping quiet since the song started playing. May be, he had the same thoughts as me.

“That song is for you”, he broke the silence.

I blushed. “Are you blushing?” he asked.

“No, I’m not”.

He teased me and I loved it. He started singing along with the song and I listened to him with eyes closed.

They say, the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but felt.

NOW:

I pick up the phone, search for him in the contacts, stare at his name, and then keep it aside. I toss myself on the bed, I sit up, and I walk around in my room. I take a knife, look carefully at the sharp edges, and keep it away. I take my phone again, and press the call button this time.

“You are getting a busy tone on this number”, a heartless woman says.

Soon, I get a call from him. I wait for four more rings before I pick up.

“Hi”, I hear the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard.

“Hi, how’s you?”

“I’m okay, I’m doing well”.

“Hmmm”.

Meanwhile, the same melody gets played in the TV. I know he is listening to it. I think of those days when that song meant so much to me. Those days when he used to make me feel good and happy with every good word.

What would he be thinking of right now? Would he be missing those days as well? He is no more expressive. I struggle to read his mind which was mine. He has snatched away his heart from me. He has torn my heart which was clinging into his.

Hash-tag

His face was the very last sight I wanted to see. The way he loved me makes me forget how much he has hurt me. The way he used to care for me makes me love him even more deeply even when I know he doesn't care anymore. 

The way he used to love me was divine. Our love was like a fairy tale, and they say, fairy tales never come true. He was flawless and perfect-too perfect that I was afraid he may disappear all of a sudden. I doubted if he was a beautiful dream.

I never thought anybody could ever love as much as he did. Now that I miss him, I realize how he used to talk about every little thing.

Everything he told me made me happier. Whether about the stars, or the sun... Everything seemed special and fresh when he talked. But I didn't know that it was all for such a short while.

I couldn't have enough of him. I could never love him as I wanted to. Now when I see the stars, or the sun... I search in between my fingers. There, I see his, locked in between mine.

I realize that when it is time to let go, one has to do it. It doesn't matter how much you get hurt or how much you would miss them. Just make yourself believe that you have had your time together.

Inner Peace

Walking down this
Dim-lit street
I stare at times
At things that are
Seemingly invisible.

But once you take
The pain and find out
It is the real success,
That is ultimately
Your's alone.

Don't just stop walking
Do not let anything
Stop you
Not your pity considerations
Not them at least

Life is your's,but
Its only once
Do not choose everything
By your own
As sometimes
You may LOSE the game!

Dream...

A better way,
A better day,
A better heart in me...
A lonely man-
I had always been.

With pounding heart,
With fading mind,
I behold you there...
And it was like-
So new a feeling.

My heart played-
The sweetest song ever,
For the sweetest girl ever,
Oh my!

Its pitch black now,
And I wonder how;
I see her all so clear.
This should not end in my tear.

Her eyes so blue,
I wanna drown in blue,
Again and again-
Never to surface again.
The lonely man I was,
Now the dreamy man I'm.

To dream with you,
I want you close.

You'll be by
Everlasting bliss.

Left Behind

My heart grieves-
In helplessness;
My mind is slender
And no one cares to bother.

I'm alone in this world,
For reasons ne'er disclosed.
To whom shall I impart,
My thought and instinct?

There is no one I've trusted ever-
No one tries to decipher
Me in this great surrender.

Of mine,where I lost my will
And am left behind with nil.

The Souvenir

Dusting my good old clock,I tried winding it to the past,but it moved forward,even faster....It was just like my grandfather,who had given me that clock,scolding me to forget the past and to live for a better future.

I was the only child of a military officer and a busy doctor.Every morning,since my childhood,they used to leave me with my grandfather and go for their daily work.My grandfather and I were great friends.We used to go together to every place that you could imagine.I was not a very bright student.I hated studying by heart and so always got low marks especially for Social Studies.Science was comparatively better as I scored good marks for problems in Physics and Chemistry.I was brilliant in Maths,Hindi and English and loved literature.Social Studies was always my nightmare.

Once,my teacher put a test on the "Mughal Empire" about which I knew just nothing.I was sure of failing in the test and afraid of my father,I tried to copy.I was caught red-handed.When I reached home,my grandfather told me that he had heard my father murmuring many a time soon after he received the phone call from my Principal.I couldn't imagine what my task master father would do.I was prepared for the worst.

My heart skipped a few beats.I was half-dead.But,my grandfather consoled me.He also told me that my father would be late from his office and so i should sleep before his arrival and that I might be spared.I thought it was a good idea and quickly tried to sleep.A few minutes later I sprang up suddenly with the lash of my father's belt.I pleaded with him and begged him to forgive me for the last time,but of no avail.I cried with all my heart and my grandfather woke up,rushed in and cuddled me to himself just as a hen would do to her chicks against an eagle and in the process he received two or three barbaric slashes which were aimed at me.I couldn't bear that and I shouted in protest.My father was red with anger.He went in and came back with a big rod of metal and before long he had my skin twined to that metal rod.My grandfather cried more than I did.

Years rolled by.I received my eighteenth birthday gift from my grandfather-a beautifully furnished clock.I felt it was the best gift that could be given to an eighteen year old who would now be able to understand the value of each second.I felt guilty that I had never bothered to buy anything like that to my grandfather on his birthday.

At 21,I received my first salary as a working man and decided to buy my first gift for my grandfather the very next day.Thrilled with the thought,I rushed home that evening only to find a crowd of mute spectators around my grandfather's lifeless body.The world stood still and the sun set on my life's horizon.

The next day morning I bought him the gift-a red shroud.When a woman in the crowd told me he died whispering 'DEVA'-a name I was given when i was born,all my pent up emotions suddenly burst out.

Now,I do feel the presence of my grandfather through the clock he gave me,which I almost worship.He guides me through the clock reminding me of the value of each second of my life.It has now become a true souvenir of my past.