December 5, 2013 § 2 Comments
They were in his car, kissing. It was a late August evening. They’d managed to find a secluded place in the otherwise crowded city. Somewhere they could express what was bursting inside them, in the form of hormones or love.
“Do you have any idea what are we doing?”, she asked him as he kissed her nape.
He looked into her eyes and said, “No, but I’m going with the flow. Do you want me to go with the flow?”
That very instant the radio played a Pink Floyd melody.
The next moment, she got naked.
December 2, 2013 § 3 Comments
When you touched my face with both your hands
When I caressed your hair with my fingers
When our bodies felt as one
And we looked at each other
In an all together different light.
That’s what has made our evenings memorable
The beauty of twilight
And how we became more than friends
We became lovers.
November 24, 2013 § Leave a Comment
THE SPLIT TRILOGY PART 1: AND THEY SPLIT HE His world was colliding while he chased her with saddened eyes He knew he lost her love, but one desperate attempt to revive emotions He called out her name and there she stood in still waiting for him to speak And he out of all normal questions asked her “Where are you going”?
November 21, 2013 § 7 Comments
So I just turned twenty five, thank you very much.
It feels so weird finally reaching that age that resonates with stability, and of course the mid life crisis. It’s a mixed feeling actually. The kind that makes you elated and a little melancholic at the same time. Because you haven’t really grown up, and yet you’ve grown up enough. It’s a paradox, yeah.
It’s been a good year I’d say. I met new people, I could make some of them smile, made new friends, fell in love after a long period of emotional celibacy, my friends got married. Things have been fairly decent, life has been kind.
I’ve come to learn a lot of things in life in the last one year. Things that I hadn’t paid attention to for a long time. The soft things, you know. Majorly about family, relationships, friendship, love, and most importantly, about my own self.
While I was still in my teens, I somehow looked forward to growing up. It all appeared fancy on the surface after all.
Today it’s not like I wish I was still a teenager, but I wish I hadn’t missed all that time wanting to grow up. There was a lot more that I could’ve done with that time!
What’s gone is gone, I know. I’ve become wiser, or so I like to believe.
This, is just another number I guess. That’d change in another 365 days. But what’d stay is what I give out. The love, the happiness, the memories.
It’s just another day after all.
November 19, 2013 § 4 Comments
October 1, 2009 was the day
A handsome boy came my way.
He smiled at me and I thought
There’s something this guy’s got.
We became friends and hung out together
In rains and sunny weather.
It was apparent that he liked me
I didn’t give him bhaav, you see.
But he was persistent and asked me out
I acted like a girl with a pout.
27/12/2009 I said yes to be with him
At Costa coffee, Bengali market and the lights went dim.
Things were good after that evening
He was funny, honest, and amusing.
Love happened somewhere along the way
And only increased every night and day.
Finally the day came when we spoke to our parents
Sparks didn’t fly, the love was God sent.
And now we’re getting married not really marred
That’s actually the best part!
November 18th is the blessed day
You must come, there is no other way.
We hope to see you there with your blessings and love
It’s time to celebrate and groove!
This piece has been written as a wedding invite for two of my closest friends, Nikhil and Divya. I rarely post personal stuff on the blog, but I had to make an exception here.
They’re both getting married right now, as I’m penning this down.
She is the most beautiful bride of the world, and he, is the most hopelessly romantic person I’ve come across.
Here’s wishing them a lot of happiness, love, love and love.
October 20, 2013 § 1 Comment
तुम्हारा ये आधा अधूरा इश्क
हमें समझ नहीं आता,
प्यास बुझी भी नहीं होती
और प्यासा है छोड़ जाता|
दिल में फूल खिलाते भी तुम हो
और फिर उन्हीं में काँटे लगाने वाले भी तुम हो,
अपनी बाहों में बिठा कर सहलाने वाले भी तुम हो
और फिर उन्हीं बाहों में किसी और के होने का बहाना देने वाले भी तुम हो|
हमें इतनी बातें समझ नहीं आती
हम तो बस एक ही बात जानते हैं,
जब दिल किसी को दे देते हैं
तो उसे ही उम्र भर अपना सब मानते हैं|
प्यार हुआ तो तुम्हें भी है
तुम्हारी आंखें हमें सब कह देती हैं,
होठों से चाहे खुल के इज़हार ना करो
हमारी आंखें तुम्हें पढ ही लेती हैं|
हमें ना इश्क में “मैं” को भूलने की बीमारी है
इस कदर कि कभी कभी तो अपने होने का एहसास भी तुम्हें छू कर होता है,
और फिर जब तुम कहते हो कि मुझ पर अपना समय बरबाद मत करो
ऊपर से तो हम मुस्कुराते हैं पर दिल बहुत रोता है|
एक दिन आएगा जब तुम अपना प्यार खुद समझोगे
मेरे कहे बिना ही तुम्हें खुद से दीदार होगा,
उसी रोज़ के आने के इंतज़ार में ज़िंदा हूँ
कि कब मेरा यार मेरा यार होगा|
October 9, 2013 § 3 Comments
She kind of knows now as to how does she feel. Drained, is the word.
She feels as though something in her has died and is rotting every moment, making it unbearable to live under her own skin.
As though she isn’t her self anymore. She is whatever little he left of her; after taking most of her away, with him.
It’s not like he was asking for it. She gave him everything at her own accord. Gave him more when he stopped acknowledging all that she was giving. A little more when he stopped taking.
And she knows she’s done. Drained. Finished. She doesn’t have anything left for her own self. There is no way she could even think about giving out to someone else. Not for a very long time.
It’s not arrogance or rigidity. She’s been made like that.
And the void that surrounds her is accompanied by the constant sinking feeling. It came back. There is a huge boulder resting on her chest. The kind that makes it very tiresome for her to make a move: physically, emotionally, mentally.
It feels as though she’s sleepwalking. Not really feeling or thinking anything. There are moments when she sits down and cries for no reason, or her insides start to ache. She’s learning to deal with them, among other things.
She doesn’t know what does she feel about whatever’s happened, though. No idea.
She’s just in a constant battle within herself, not knowing who is she fighting against: him or her own self.
She wants to ask him. She can’t. She won’t.
Happiness and general well being have become far fetched destinations. Here, she’s struggling to maintain her sanity and get back some of her focus. She’s back to being raw and vulnerable and half dead. She’s back at building her Wall.
She knew from day zero that love is capable of destroying her. This much? She didn’t know!
All she sees when she closes her eyes is darkness. He took away the bright lights.