The Start

The first month of the New Year is already gone and I am still not over the after effects of the New Year party. Time has always got better of me when it comes to the running part, and as a result I consider it as my enemy and I have been killing it from the inception. We are into the beautiful month of February and the Venus in me suddenly gets that threshold energy required for ignition and go on an over drive mode. The month of February with love not only in the air but also in emotion, infact every possible motion inspired me to write something. Love the most pure emotion and thus February being the purest of month, spreading love and binding hearts. Many people set hopes on the month of February to get someone special or wait for the past to come to sand again. I just close my eyes to get drowned in something too good to be true.

She wanted some peace and I needed some driving force to channel my thoughts into words..
We both met, talked and went to a coffee house. She peacefully sat and drank her coffee and I just captured her beauty in the most well-intentioned words…Her beautiful silence made me dream with open eyes or in others words I looked at her without a wink. After an hour of flirting with emotions, we left but not before presenting her with her words just put together is a song which will rhyme in the tone of music coming from disturbing the most lyrical chords attached to her heart and my words. The writer in me will not limit the meeting to few words, so here it goes.

As I mentioned she wanted some peace and I wanted to drown in the beauty of someone to overcome the creative block that has hindered the flow of words for days. Yes the ingredients of a perfect date were there and thus pushed me to ask her out for a coffee. We have never been very good friends but of late we both found ourselves very close to each other but still that closeness had nothing to do with the usual attraction part. To sum it up, after a gap of almost a year I was accompanied by someone to the place that brings out the best in me.

We took our seat in the most comfortable corner of the café with the sunlight lighting up our table. The winter and sun is a magical combination for people like us, nothing brings more joy than to relax under the sun with cold breeze of winter ruffling up your senses. We had the best place in the house, away from crowd and strong aroma of coffee just adding the missing part to the environment. Accompanying her was a book named Norwegian Wood, looking at the cover of it just brought back all memories associated while reading it. We had a brief discussion on the characters of the book and then she warned me against ruining the suspense of the book (the lighter part of it was that the book had none).


She had a comely figure but what caught my attention was a saffron tint in her complexion. The eyebrows were crescent in shape and pointed inwards as soon as she caught me staring at her. Those swaying black hairs tumbling over her shoulder were enough for a person like me to get attracted to the beauty. Her lilac soft heart shaped lips and sugary voice were enough for me to get mesmerized by her presence. Adding to that the stain that her lips were leaving on the cup were driving me crazy. For a minute or so I wanted to be that cup so that I can taste those adorable lips.

After about an hour of drawing different pictures and arranging them to form a meaningful sequence I decided to give my thoughts a rest. I laid my head down and with my eyes closed I was trying to evince that connection or conversation with the invisible characters of my life. Seeing me she asked to get up and concentrate on writing the thing that has eluded me for the past 4 years. ‘My love for you exist in dreams so please don’t wake me up’, was my reply and trust me it came right from the sequence that I was dreaming about, it just bypassed my mind and thus came like a sweet riposte. She was surprised with my reply and for a few moments she was searching for words. After a long pause she said, ‘so your dreams are ought to be beautiful but reality will always lack as me and you, always in your dreams’.

Hearing her reply, my world in nascent stage came crashing down and as I say if you don’t have a girl you deserve a coffee. Coffee came to my rescue and I again turned my writing mode on so that I could come up with something that may act as a gift for her.

I dreamed.. She conquered..

I loved… She denied..

All this time, I wrote..

And She read..

In between those moments..

My dream came to sand..

Those flowing hair..

To that comely figure..

Cheeks like rose..

With perfection in her every pose..

As soon as I was closer to her..

The dream came to an end..

Probably creating a stir..

Writing this epistle,

I can picture her face..

My heart has remained still,

Lost in that beautiful trace..


And after fifteen minutes of my tussle with words, I came up with something and not disturbing her while she was reading, I left the place leaving the above rhyme for her to read. Not expecting anything from her I went home but sometimes the less you expect the more you get…

P.S. Mark this incident as complete… Writing further about what happened can only yield those biased words that I have reserved only for her…


Roses and Thorns

So again it is the most sought out week for the lovers and for a person like me some food for thought to ponder upon. Sometimes the beeping of the phone reminds you of the glorious days when this week used to have some sort of importance in your life. But the heights are reached when a beautiful someone is replaced by irritating notifications of candy crush. Love in me always finds a way out in some or the other form and recently it took me to some other world where I was with the angel of my fairy living all wishes that I ever had. People call me a master in expressing my heart out but when it comes to the beauty for whom your heart beats, it becomes all the more difficult to give words to the feelings. Without wasting any precious words I must get cracking in writing about that world which has made me meet my beauty in some parallel universe.

The story in the parallel universe has already taken an interesting turn. I have already seen a beautiful beginning with her but I didn’t want to see the end as nothing in this world is more beautiful than her. Ending that ongoing trend would have passed my beauty into nothingness and I cannot prove Mr. Keats wrong. She was like my escapades to life and my windows to dream. With a hope of meeting her at the cross roads again and her ever charming face in my mind I moved along. There was something that made me believe that this is not the end of the road and some day there will be a moment when we will talk away to glory and those beautiful walks will come to sand again.

My belief and hope came true and we met again but things were not the same. She again asked me that what I feel for her. With prior experience of a broken heart in my previous attempt to live happily with a beauty, I chose to limit my words. Smiling at her question I replied, “Your beauty is rare or one of a kind and labeling it as mine is not my intention, I forever want to be that admirer who will make you remember the attributes that you have.” Dumbstruck with my reply she was silent for a few moments and that loving silence made me question my decision of letting her go. But as soon as I started to doubt my decision she came with perhaps the most fitting reply which I was not expecting. She said, “My beauty is like a rose, I want you to be the thorns surrounding the rose and protect me from every admirer that comes my way as I want to get admired by someone who values my words, loves my silence and makes me feel special with his words. Will you do that?” The sky had fallen on me and looking into her deep eyes I could hardly mew a word but strength from an unknown source helped me give words to my emotions and I said yes with a smile. The whole coffee shop was watching both of us but we both were so lost in the emotions surrounding us that we felt as if world has stopped to witness perhaps the most captivating moment. We both were looking in each other’s eyes and were talking without words. We both knew that we will not be together as we wanted to be but still an esoteric relation will continue forever and the trace left will be followed by many and will glorify with every passing minute.


The relation of roses and thorns between two people who once saw a world together. But as you know when the rose gets plucked, the thorns get separated from the rose and wait for the season where they can again have a rose to protect. Life moves on and you meet new people, some impress you while some admire you but there are some who take your heart away and in return becomes a part of you. She will forever be the reason of having rose as my favorite flower and smiling while walking amidst the gentle breeze. One day we will again meet at the top of the world and will see the glorious trace left behind and share those beautiful moments again. Till then I will live my dream to bring out the best in me.

P.S. A part of it is also a part of another blog..




NewYear Coffee

Writing today I have a new feeling combined with an energy that the mere change of year column in the date brings in the life. Yes we are in 2016 and 2015 lay peacefully into its grave. The year change never signifies any change in my life but when I take into account the optimistic part of me, I look forward to special things that may

happen. In the last year I was accused of being perfidious when it came to love and in my defense I had only words that were too uncanny for the likes of people who think fidelity comes from staying together till the end. To give a kick start to my year which I think is perhaps the most important year when it comes to shaping my future, I decided to go with the most important thing associated with my life. Your mind will be full of curiosities about the things that I am talking about and to just ruffle up a

bit, it is neither about love for a person nor it is about my past. It is about a thing that acts as an inspiration for the words to flow. Yes for many it may be bar hopping but for me it is café hopping. It has been months since I last wrote something when the aroma of coffee beans were brewing my mind with thoughts, the sips of coffee was adding the atypical thoughts and to add to that tinge of vanilla in my flavor just made it a treat to write, drink and later on read the sumptuous piece of words having a rhythmical cadence to it.


I sat down on the most comfortable sofa of the café and started to recollect the thoughts that I wanted to write about. To accompany me to the café were my three friends: laptop, camera and to counter my creative blocs was my Kindle. These three things have lately become my escapades to life and my window to dreams, my pillars of a happy life. As usual the trend continued with me going for a king glass of vanilla latte and avoiding the extra shots of cream owing to my New Year resolution of eating healthy and staying fit. I was trying to picture someone probably my inspiration to just start with the flow of words but I was faced with a storm of thoughts that were trying to come out of my mind for months now. Waiting for the storm to abate was not on the list as my funds and time reserved for this unusual date with coffee were limited. I tried to write a few lines but they were not of the level which I expected them to be. As soon as I started to doubt my abilities to come up with something worth writing, I had a guest on the opposite side of the table. Owing to comfort of the couch, a place opposite to a lost soul who was perhaps not interested in the surrounding world was the best place to sit in the café. Without bothering to ask me she sat down and bought out her camera’s memory card and laptop. For a few moments I was gaping at her as if some intruder has just entered my world and is trying to change it according to her liking. But as you know in India looking at a beauty comes with a price tag which can be as expensive as receiving a mouthful of rebukes so I decided to give it a rest. The entry of a foreign influence just abated the storm but my concentration was nowhere near to the usual which I prefer for writing. So I stopped and started to read a novel rather than writing some genius shit which will be hard for me to decipher in the end.

In between my reading I would look at the uninvited guest opposite to the table. She was fair with long hairs, it seemed her twinkling eyes behind the specs were after my pecks and to go with that her cheeks like rose were making her too beautiful to ignore. She was dressed in red sweater and black jeans complimenting her skin’s color and making it look more and more bright. Her lips left an impression on the cup which I presumed to be of vanilla latte and the way she lifted her lock of hairs form her face and tied down to the back was making my heart beat rise. How badly for a moment I wanted to be that cup which she took into her world, embraced it and left a trace so that everyone could be jealous of the relation she had with me. Looking at her hands searching for the ring and to my joy I couldn’t find was the reason for me to strike a conversation with her. Her beautiful face lit by the screen of her laptop and the reflection of her photos one her glasses were enough for me to give all my thoughts a rest and concentrate on her beauty. Her face was flawless, white as a moon with everything in just the perfect position making me thing how beautiful a person can be. Happiness is looking at such a flawlessly pretty face and admiring it with all the adjectives that come in your mind.

With all the strength in the world I tried to get her attention but she was too busy to observe the surrounding disturbances. I gave my every try a halt and started to enjoy the moment with my eyes constantly glued to her. After half an hour she also noticed that I was trying to strike a conversation with her. She ordered one honey oat cookie and looked at me. As soon as her eyes were about the make contact with me, I started to look at the book that I was reading. “I am not that ugly for someone not to look at me” were her first words that I heard. Her sweet voice found the hidden passage to my heart and lost for a few moments, I eventually gave voice to my words, “nobody is ugly, it is just a bit of decency left in me that says never ever try and offend a girl with your eyes.” She asked a simple question stating if a girl wants to get offended with the eyes then what a person like me will do. Thinking for a few moment in silence I answered, I will not offend her with eyes as they fall for anything and everything that is attractive, I will offend that beauty with words as they need to be priced out of me and you already are witnessing the demonstration of it. You are not offending me, you are just giving the compliments in a flurry, said the beauty. The best part of giving compliments is that you always get one back and the loop continues, she was quite impressed with my reply and said she is only looking for a small talk and by convention of it the talk should have already ceased. I said yes and granted her wish of ceasing the small talk and ordered two coffees for the conventional long talk to begin.

IMG_6430We talked about our common hobby of photography and came to know that she teaches at Indian Institute of photography. We exchanged photos instead of number and exif details instead of names. Yes this type of talk is very limited for me as I only discuss photography when I am a bit depressed as it has way to make me feel happy. For the first time in my talks with a stranger there was no sign about my dream of writing best sellers and I chose to ignore the anomaly as both photography and writing are two pillars which have helped me resurrect my life from the worst of phases. The talk continued but it reached a premature end because of the time constraint. As she bid a bye I said, time has always been my enemy and I am killing it since my inception, so you will find me here wasting time on name of satiating the need of wanderlust that I have. She smiled and swiftly moved out without looking back (not in context of Bollywood movies). As my cup reached its end I also picked up all my stuff and started to move out of the café. Came to mind was a strange thought of not knowing the name of the person to whom I talked and I was lost in the thought that I completely ignored the person calling me from behind. He ran and got hold of me to give a discount coupon and yes most importantly a visiting card which he told was left by the girl who left in a hurry for me.

Again something or the other leads to an incident that you forever want to remember. For me these coffee chains have literally turned out to be the stage for the different actors to come and introduce them to me. Yes for me a lot is still happening over the coffee and the caffeine toxication has already gripped my mind in the nascent stage of the NEW YEAR…

P.S. As I say, fictions are all mine and facts are all yours but for a change I will say that I have started to love writing facts rather than fictions…

LOVE: As I see it

Lately I have been trying to write something but the words have stopped coming out of my heart thus I find myself amidst a creative block. I have tried numerous things to overcome the block but nothing has achieved the desired results. Travelling is a thing that frees your mind of all the biases that exist in this world, the reason for my short and unplanned trip to Pantnagar; my hometown. The place where I have experienced a phase where my heart beat for a beauty in search of love. Though the futile efforts didn’t lead me to love but the aftermath of it showed me the path leading to it. Basking in the incomplete sighs I found a person whose words just ran through my heart and disturbed those chords of my life whose sound had become vexatious. Not going into the details of the past as it is like a fuel for your present and one must judiciously use it for fueling the glorious days to come. What has triggered me to write something for the person whose existence I have always denied? The answer to this question is simple, a gift that made me feel special on my 24th birthday. Yes when I was celebrating with my friends I was missing the wishes from someone special. Though I received the wishes but still the usual connect was missing. Passed a day I received a call from some unknown number who told me that a courier was waiting for you. It was a cake and without reading the letter attached to it I knew it was her. The trend that started with gift of words has reached a new level and to my happiness I could relive every moment attached to that special someone.

Defining that special someone in words is perhaps the most difficult thing to do. I have tried to define her in the best possible words but till date her attributes have got better of me. Words need to be priced out of her, though I was lucky enough to receive her words in the form of letter which laid the foundation of something special. The thing that I have learned from her charming character is that the most basic yet powerful way to connect to someone is silence. Silence has the potential to overpower the most well intentioned words and in every chat with her the same got exemplified. It all started with a thing called mutual admiration and I faintly remember a letter that I wrote for her but the strange part was that I was not waiting for the reply. And to my surprise on one nippy December morning I received a message of asking me to meet her. With no precognitions biasing my mind I said a yes and thus I can say that this was the beginning of something which at that point of time I couldn’t guessed. She is beautiful and her beauty can leave the best staring at her. Came the evening we met, walked, and exchanged compliments and at last the reply to the letter with a touch of sweetness in the form chocolate. My first gift of words and yes they were nothing short of enticing me to write something that added another para to our ongoing passage. Some say that I was vulnerable due to a recent heart break and thought things from the heart by reconnecting events that were as random as they can get. I wrote a reply to her letter and my beautiful imagery impressed her and made her special. Days were spent waiting for her message and on night the dream of her engrossed my mind. Day and night are one and the same thing, nights make me dream with eyes closed and days with eyes open. Best part is when you try and preserve the dream to eke out a life out of it. Many call it madness but me it as an impetus to meet the beauty of life every day and night.

Days began to be incomplete without her but nights were always beautiful. Those beautiful words to never ending compliments,72178_556928984347873_874920998_n I could sense love in the air brewing out of our heart and mind. The wait for the night was glorified as I expected something special every night and her words would never disappoint. Our walks became frequent and my love for her became more eloquent. My love spilled out of the words that I used to define her, but my words could never suffice. The beautiful songs that I wrote for her can instill emotions in a detached person, so it is obvious that person like me will start to do something out of the ordinary after reading them again. It is impossible to define her in words and thus the reason of me going to rhymes as it adds an altogether a different dimension to someone’s world. Yes I can say I was in love with her but was not sure whether she felt the same. This mere confusion left me in a dilemma that still persist. Hearing her sweet voice is still the thing that I long for and her presence beside me is what I dream of. People call love as an emotion an abstract feeling but for me love has a face. Every time I close my eyes and thing of happiness, a beautiful face comes into my mind. The same face for which I strung together those beautiful rhymes, at times she will walk towards me and pass by with her aroma leaving a glowing trace on me. Without her days are incomplete and the nights serve as the constant reminder of her beauty. The time has played a spoilsport in our relation but still when I sit in peace and look at the moon I can only find a beautiful her comparable to the beauty of night. I remember every word exchanged to those wonderful walks. Yes I want to live them again and till my wish doesn’t come to sand I want to cherish them. She have been the moon all these years…an inspiration, a beauty and the best part of the night.

Night is all about getting lost in the light of the moon that comes through your window. A lost me and deeper shades of night, makes you feel loved and inspire you to dream again. Dream of that beautiful someone who once was the angel of your fairy tale and you find yourself waiting for her or to fall in love with her again. As the night glorifies, the joy of giving words to define that person increases. A hope of a better tomorrow a place where your dreams are standing and coming to sand, you lay peacefully in the arms of your angel, those walks are still beautiful and the words still find a way from your to her soul.

Once in my life, there was an angel..
Her beauty so enchanting..
Aura so divine..
Her eyes deep as an ocean..
A special creation, one of a kind..
And her delightful presence..
Still lingers on my mind..
Silence was her ornament..
Shy was her nature..
So beautiful those days were..
Sun and moon rising in concur..
A friend when I needed..
A companion for every errand..
Her mind so profound..
Turning my world around..
A moment came..
Everything fell apart..
Love was lost in the cruel game..
My dream still entrenched..
But my love was not in the fray..
Where have you gone my lost love..
From those beautiful stories untold..
To the world in which we lived..
Just wish to hold you again..
And get refrained from all the pain..
An alluding cry to you..
My lost love, just remember me..
And smile whenever you think of me..

The Wait

Today I woke up to notice an unusual change in me. The petrichor has already gripped the aura and there was a surreal feel to the world. Yes things surrounding me were beautiful and for a change my mind and heart both were rhyming in concordance. This type of aberration is very rare for me as my mind is horrendously occupied with things that doesn’t allow it to rest in beauty recited by the heart. My heart has always dominate my mind and as you know I believe in speaking truth from the heart without allowing you mind to play the spoil sport. To sum up my unusual deviance was the fact that I was busy recollecting those beautiful messages exchanged with someone special. Those beautiful messages were acting as a path connecting my heart to brain and thus proving to be the way for the emotions to flow.
Last night was something more than a dream. Consider yourself infatuated to someone and after 3 years you find the same person very close to you. Words may fall short to define the feelings but sometimes to live that beautiful moment again and again you need to define it in the most beautiful words that your heart can come up with. Yes my life is complex and I have a tendency to fall in and fall out of love but sometimes you feel that just the mere presence of someone is disturbing the most beautiful chord of your life and thus producing a melodious sound. The sound just tames your mind and constructively interferes with your heart and making impossible for you to look beyond the ineffables of love.

Starting the day with all the feelings that form the perfect ingredients of a story, I moved along with my daily errands. Reading novels in classes with sips of coffee in the break and intermittent flirting with the past or some beauty is how I spend my day at Bschool. Today I was waiting for a message from the same person who captured my world of imagination in the morning and was toying with my emotions since then. Yes after a torture of two lectures I received the message which stated 4:30 in the evening at CP. My wait to meet her was finally over but my boring classes were still running riots in my head. The best part of reading a novel in the class is that it allays you of all the sufferings and takes you to the world where you hear a lullaby and your heart starts to rhyme in rhapsody. This dream comes to an end when the teacher asks you something or get a glimpse of the pleasure that you are going through, a stark contrast to others who are concentrating on the lecture.

At 2 I decided to leave my hostel for CP so that she didn’t have to wait and as a matter of fact the protocol is such that you can’t keep a girl waiting. As soon as I stepped out, the traffic on the road just caught my attention. It seemed impossible for me to reach the metro station but still with all the positivity I boarded the UBER and moved towards my destination. After 10 roundabouts, 6 U turns and 10 red lights I reached the metro station. Yes these things look very usual if you bar the time taken to complete this 10km journey. Yes the clock was already showing 4 and I was running late and that too better part of the hour. I decided to add pace to my step and rush towards the metro only to discover the balance on my card less than the minimum balance to travel. At 4:10 I received her message stating that she will be reaching Monkey Bar in 15 minutes. I had to jump the queue and had to ignore the rebukes directed at me. I boarded metro and called her to wait for me at the station. After 20 minute she called me and asked how long I will take to reach. Travelling in a metro in India can be a blessing and yes I used the most used excuse and told her that I am two stations away and metro is standing still. Going by the logic those 2 stations would have taken hardly 10 minutes but I knew it would take around 20 minutes for me to reach the place. After 10 minutes I chose to drop her a message and asked her to wait and not to call as the metro was way too crowded and of course included the word sorry whose creative yet efficient usage I learned at TCS.

The inner circle..

The inner circle..

Stepped out of the metro and saw her sitting on the stairs of the station with disappointment written all over her face was like facing my worst of fears but I had to stay strong. Though to my surprise her disappointment turned into all smiles as soon as she saw me. A tight hug and few inaudible (I chose to write them as inaudible) words, we moved to the Monkey Bar. Grabbed a pint of chilled beer and sat on the terrace with setting sun just made us remember those beautiful winter nights when we both used to look at the stars and admire the beauty of the night. To be precise she used to admire the night I used to get lost in her beauty and just let my heart take over. The rest was done with the words that followed and the instant poems which were like the songs that I used to admire her with. Beer is certainly not my drink and at times I loathe it, so it was time for some long island ice tea. Fortunately we shared similar feeling to LIT and after the first trying to get better of our mind, the second was flirting with our tongue. The time was limited and she had to leave but not before LIT hit both of us sensually. Toughest part of the meeting was to bid a goodbye knowing that these moments will have to wait as she was on her way to a different country. Disappointment of the short meeting got a grip on all our conversations but owing to my busy schedule of MBA, I couldn’t work any magic.

We both left the place boarding the opposite metros thinking of all the good times. I decided to drop her a message to just lift her mood and I ended up writing my heart to her. Once upon a time we were very close and the best part was that we were enjoying our share of love with someone else but were getting the much required peace out of each other. I may not have been in love with her but there was something that attracted me towards her and that something is still constant. One cannot name this esoteric relation, just can feel the emotions and every motion attached to it.

Dreamy phase

So finally an induced aberration of staying away from the thing that has always been my constant source of joy has no longer the power to tie my wings of imagination. Lately I have been going through a lot and things have become tough. Not going into details of my struggle as the usual grind of an MBA is what I am talking about. Last night I was lying on the bed and trying to sleep a bit early than usual in order to give the early morning class a try. But with high concentration of caffeine in my blood owing to my addiction of coffee didn’t allow me to achieve the same. This mere incident has inspired me to end the exile and again evince that esoteric relation between my words and someone’s smile. No prizes for guessing as it is the beauties who have a strangled hold on my words and my emotions.

72178_556928984347873_874920998_nArticulating it further, consider yourself in dire straits with all the doors closed. After struggling to find the key, you lose all hopes of survival but then you realize the key was there with you, just waiting to be picked. Such is life sometimes simple and at times full of puzzles. Though my articulation is not in concord with the above para and I am certainly hiding the missing link intentionally to just take the curiosity to another level. Probably it was not because coffee but because of a beautiful girl who has got hold of my imagination, that I couldn’t sleep. To understand this beautiful link we must go back 15 days when a simple message from a person or you can say a good friend just stirred my world and since then I am just loving the swirls. She is addictive in nature just like my expresso but the irony is that the refill is not free, you need to earn her words and some people call it hints. We talked for around 15 minutes but there was something special about those 15 minutes that have not allowed me to lie down in reality as dreaming of her has become a necessity. Days and nights are one and the same thing, nights make us dream with eyes closed and days with eyes open… Best part is when you try and preserve the dream to eke out a life out of it. Some call it madness but for me it is an impetus that keeps me driving and instills in me an urge to move that extra mile to turn my dream into reality.  I have known her for years but I was always as voiceless as a surd to tell her that she is beautiful. But the things were not the same and I took the opportunity and told her that she is beauty personified and with her every word the same gets exemplified (and for a change it rhymed). The trend continued and I got addicted to her voice and her helpful gesture of waking me up from the world of dreams.

Moving ahead and writing my heart out, I could sense her presence and it seems that I am reciting my life’s most beautiful passage to the most beautiful person I have ever met. In between I can hear those inaudible whispers that keeps me driving. She always talks about the hints that she will give but I know I am too naïve to understand those and my reason to come up with something for her. Yesterday was strange and I thought of not burdening her with waking up call but as soon as I lied down I couldn’t sleep and my heart started to rhyme. After completing the rhyme, dropped her a message and asked for the favor again. That point of time I realized that she has definitely become an important part of me. And someone who can wake me up from dreams, ought to be special and so is she. In my life she is like the sun, every day she will rise, reach the peak and set. In between the rise and set she imparts an inexplicable happiness. It’s a fact that sun rises every day and so does she. As the night grows dark, the joy of writing increases. I close my eyes to trigger the thought process but to my amazement I see an angel face. She drowns me in her beauty and takes me to a place where I belong. She is like the moon shining brightly despite the darkness and thus becoming the best part of the night.

I am enjoying this beautiful phase of a dream and I promise will always cherish it. Yes the coffee date is definitely on and adding a bit of ice cream to it will definitely add to the missing link. And yes if I talk of rhyme, I definitely write one

Someone told me there’s a girl out there..

With beautiful eyes and those flowing hairs..

I went to the place to find her..

I struggled, as there was no one to usher..

I looked for her at every beautiful place..

All I got was her beautiful trace…

I moved along and looked for her..

All I created in my mind was a stir..

Giving a try for many a day…

I was thinking of giving it a stay..

Then I saw her by the river..

Feelings of love started to trigger…

And soon as I came close…she went away..

But the beauty of her, still stay..

I looked for her in the footsteps of dawn..

Trying to find someone, never born…

Giving up the hope, I went back..

With the only glimpse in my memory’s stack..

Thinking of her, I went to bed..

Upon the pillow I laid my head..

I dreamed of her in my every sleep.. Happiness inside, made me weep..

I can sense her in the world surrounding me..

And I knew my dream was to be..

Then I met you, the charming face…

All it filled me with, was drops of grace..

My angel is you…my dream is you.

Now I believe, dreams do come true..

I looked for you in every sphere..

Not finding you was my fear…

Now I dream of you and you dream of me..

We will remain together in future to be..

Disclaimer: Facts are all yours and fictions are all mine…:P

Emotional Drinker

Slowly but steadily the cracking sound of my keyboard has traversed its journey from being a rarity to becoming a daily affair. Yes you cannot keep me away from words for long as something that has a strangle hold on your heart and mind cannot lay peacefully in hibernation. It finds a way to surface out and thus evincing that beautiful connection that rules my life. From frustration to jubilation, love to hatred, facts to fiction, these words have always paved their way out of my heart and thus allayed me from incongruous situations. Yes these words are my escapades to life, my windows to romance and my companion for life. They have neither betrayed me nor left me like all those beauties who took my heart away in haste and never returned to see the person who once lived for their smile. As I say hatred has over powered love and to assuage our pain we resort to various assuagers. Let us drift away from the pain and talk a bit about those pain relieving substances.

Delhi is a place where you find beauties and beasts living in harmony with each other and painting together a bigger picture. On a green evening I also got lucky and had a beauty by my side. Yes the connection between beauties and me is incessant and always interferes with my rainbow of imagination. Articulating it further, I was with a girl and we were roaming around the busy street of Khan Market. With intermittent overdrive from Venus i.e. flirts, we both were talking about life and how it has treated us. 10153807_10200999596791780_6855847473793480649_nWe both decided to give our feet a rest and went to the CAFÉ OUT OF THE BOX. She didn’t take long and ordered one pint of CORONA and looking at her I could have easily guessed her ordered. She was about to make it two but I interrupted and asked for VIRGIN MOJITO. She burst into laughter and asked me a simple question, what is so virgin about your life? Instead you should go with a dirty mojito. I was gasping for words but somehow I gave an answer, I said ‘yes it is an irony that a person like me prefers it but if you leave the dirty part of the story aside, I want to feel the opposite of what I feel everyday i.e. fucked up and being a fan of Hemingway I went with mojito. On a serious note don’t feel like drinking at this point of the day.’ She burst out laughing and after few censored words she was back in her senses. Lack of alcohol makes the mojito virgin just like life without problems and spicing it up invariably makes it dirty as in the dirty variant of mojito.

My knowledge of beverages is something that I always boast about when going out with a complete stranger to my complex world of emotions. As we started to talk the sacred liquid inside the small bottle was making short work of her, a discharge from normal after three pints of CORONA is what you call corona discharge and not the one which you study in those electrical classes. After dodging her many questions she came up with a sober one and I chose not to dodge it, an aberration of sorts if you compare with my previous encounters. She asked, ‘do you drink? Are you an occasional drinker?’ No I am not an occasional drinker. Surprised by my reply she said, ‘looking by what I have seen of you, you are not an avid drinker so

long island iced tea :P

long island iced tea 😛

what are you?’ I chose to duck under the follow up question and changed the tide. After a discussion on almost every topic you can think of, we got stuck on the word love. Hearing this not so common four letter word (common being lust), the emotions started to flow and you search for a thing to allay you of all the pain. The absence of any writing medium made me resort to long island ice tea, the sacred liquid that I talked about. Those beautifully crafted bottles perfect for photography, excites me rather than the content inside them. After the first LIT, second was flirting with my tongue and the first one was trying to get better of my mind. Informal candid chats continued and we both were enjoying each other’s company and as soon as third LIT started running turmoil inside me, the dance floor was looking as the place to be. After dancing for an hour we decided to take a walk outside. The best part of the night is always that walk which makes you forget all the tensions and eases you from all the anchors. ‘You are not an occasional drinker, you are an emotional drinker ‘, were her first words and unknowingly (I think so) she kicked me. Time is strange and a glass of long island ice tea is making short work of people…Adding a long island to the ice and tea can change the whole game. People get hit sensually and thinking of the satire in getting hit I get hit physically.

With aching head, paining heart, revolving world and lost senses we both bid a goodbye to each other. Yes nothing happened between us but a lot happened inside my heart and mind. I woke up the next day completely blue and an overdose of LIT coupled with a pretty lady was already taking a toll on me. But still there was an urge to write something and I came up with a poem of what I felt that morning. Here it goes-

Opening my eyes…

In the world so pure..

Wine on one hand,

And beauty on the other..

For every emotional cure…

Looking in her eyes..

Drowning in the deep ocean..

With sips of wine…

A surreal sensation..

The whole world exhilarated

My heart intoxicated..

Evincing the connection..

Between the heart and wine..

With the beauty promising to be mine..

The mirror, the glass and the sound of pouring..

The touch, the aroma of the beauty so captivating…

Choosing between this wine and beauty..

The mind starts to sing a lullaby…

The wine taking me higher and higher..

But it resides in beauty’s cellar..

Beauty with wine of every kind..

A dilemma ties up my mind..

Whether the Small potions of wine. Make my world daze..

Or it is not the fault of wine..

But her gaze…     

And I am back to mojito virgin in nature, a cure for hangovers. Enjoy this encounter with the beauty and the alcohol which many regard as a deadly combination.