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…


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…


The last month of the year December always brings something or the other and makes me think of my journey of life. Today was one such day when I woke up with some unusual feeling characterized by an emotional outbreak. As the day grew old the feelings started to get stronger and were pushing me into an unusual place by adding deeper and deeper shades of darkness. To free my mind of all the biases I decided to take an errand, with a cold wind brushing my face I thought of memories associated with this month. Suddenly to my surprise I could only manage to see a face and thus evincing the magical connection that I had with this day. The memories of pain are still fresh, it was never always about the pain and frankly I couldn’t remember when it was not but surely not always about the pain. She was amazing, my unicorn and a girl I thought existed in dreams. As we moved from one stage to another of the relation, the game of expectations got better of us and we lost it in the midway.

I faintly remember that day after the Christmas celebration when it all happened. Six years back on this very day there was something that was not allowing me to lie down. I was in love or was about to fall in one and thus the reason for all the anxiety. The cake, wine and dinner all were taken care but the feelings in my heart stayed and were trying to find a way out through the words that I was mincing. It was 2am in the night when I received the message from my fairytale’s angel that she has returned from the hospital and was feeling lonely. You all must be wondering where this hospital came from, after the dinner she started vomiting and owing to restrictions of a girl’s hostel I couldn’t accompany her to the hospital. All the time that she spent in the hospital my mind was busy contemplating on my situation and stringing together theories of success and failure of my proposal.

Another message came and she was feeling that nobody loves her and instantly I replied that I love her and reassured her of my presence. Then came perhaps the most beautiful surprise of the night, a message saying I love you too and asking me to remain with her till eternity. Yes technically I had proposed her on simple text message and it was accepted but emotionally those words that I was busy stringing together in a rhyme still lay in my heart and were trying to find a way out. That was the last message exchanged of the night. I remember it was this day of the month when for the maiden time I proposed a beauty and to my utter surprise I was successful at it.

Sometimes in life things happen when you don’t expect them and my story of love was something that proved it right. I still remember our first kiss, the whole aura turned magical when my lips touched hers. Though my eyes were closed but I pictured the expression that we both were having. The warmth of the hug and yes love in its nascent stage was what we were going through. The best part I remember was meeting her and probably thanks to our chemistry teacher who made it impossible for me to copy down the notes so borrowing was the only option left for me. In course of borrowing and returning the copy we became friends and thus started the connection that left a glorious trace on my life. Spending the time with her was perhaps the most beautiful thing. It was pathetic to see guys doing anything to get the right girl and I was no exception. I started to attend lectures and giving up my bike to walk with her all day from one corner to another were few aberrations that happened in my life. From the stage of meeting, we moved on to the chase part and people call it the best part. All I wanted was to talk with her, follow her and wait for her. Every time I saw her there were butterflies in my stomach, she was everything that I could dream of.

After the chase frame we went into the phase where we could express our love to each other and when we completed this stage we had an album of memories together. From the beautiful places we visited to those serene dates with nature, everything was engrossed in our mind and became a 72178_556928984347873_874920998_nsource of our happiness. After the stage of love was over we started to take each other for granted and became complacent in playing our part. The girl who was crazy about me few years ago was the one who lost all the driving forces to be together. On the other hand the boy who once called this girl a dream was dissatisfied but wanted to remain with her. Our relation fell apart and everything came crashing down. There is never a good way to describe a relation which is going through downhill.

We wanted to leave on good mutual terms, if that was ever truly possible. We started on a different path taking us back to the place where we started, STRANGERS. The change was so drastic and blunt that we wanted to get back together immediately but this didn’t happen and distances grew. She moved on and found someone new and thus started the worst part what everyone called suffering. It doesn’t matter whether we get over the past and try to remain friends things will never remain the same. Once in a while she will cross your life again but the burden of the memories will not allow you to live that moment. Our lives will continue on a path leading to a point called STRANGERS AGAIN. Everything we shared has been reduced to fragmented memories. From so long a question if it even really happened?

All that is left is a box of random stuff from a fatal time period when the stranger that I am writing about was the most important person of my life. Those walks are no longer beautiful and those flowers are not blooming with fragrance. The essence of my every errand is missing. Visiting the place where we first met I sit in a corner, I notice a faint me walking past with that jubilant smile. I see a young boy holding hands of a beautiful girl, as I move I see and relive each and every moment spent here….A sudden cry breaks my dream, these moments will never come to sand again…

I think life has separated us, and we will end up in totally different places, I’ll always remember when our paths aligned from the period of time- and I’ll be thankful for that. And hope that, wherever you are, you’ll be thankful too. And I think that’s the best I can wish for if not her.

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

A Tribute

Taking deep breaths before every writing session has become a habit of sorts. Probably a result of the uncertain time period associated with every sitting. Or trying to free my mind of any anchor that exists and ceases my imagination. You need to drown yourself in the idyllic place that your mind dreams and must catch hold of every word that your heart dictates. You cannot learn to write in the classes of creative writing, you need to experience, drown in them and then put it all together in those well intentioned words when you sit down to write. The most difficult art is to write a fiction as the experience part is missing from it. I prefer writing fictions as the pain associated with the facts of my life is unendurable. Some call me an absconder but I prefer not to land myself in some unwanted trouble that may hamper the flow of life. But sometimes writing some beautiful passages from your life helps you in learning few good things and reinstate that missing smile on you.

Yes today I am destined to write something about one of the most precious possession of my life. It was this month 6 years ago when an introvert approached an extrovert and thus changed the outlook, approach and course of my life. When you stand on a beach and try to move forward, you get a feeling of moving backward, such was my life before meeting that extrovert soul. If I say meeting, then you will have to go a further 5 years back when out of some forces of attraction I invited that girl to his birthday. That is what I remember of the relation that we shared at school. Life changed in those five years and every force of attraction was due to magnet or induced current, an elusive dream of clearing IIT was like the ruling planet of my life. As soon as I realized that the dream was too good to be true, I resorted to Venus and since then it in on an overdrive mode for six years.

Getting back to the context, yes I approached her after a gap of 5 years and since then I have never looked back. I still remember the start when we used to talk on gtalk messenger and everyday at 11 am sharp I would wait for her. Invariably she used to come and the sound of her ping used to make my day. If somehow she couldn’t come online, I used to check her orkut scraps for her presence. Those were orkut days and no facilities of checkins, so checking the scraps was the only source of information from which you can decipher anything. After the initial part of internet relation, we finally met not as strangers. We used to meet every day at stadium and used to talk for long hours about life. Yes those conversations left an ever lasting impact on me and transformed me into a person whom people love to talk. Slowly but steadily I started to feel the magic of love for her. Realising this she sealed our long conversations and beautiful meetings. I thought that my part of the story was done and dusted with the game of attraction again started with someone else. When I stood on the crossroads of labeling a beauty as mine I consulted her and after her nod I decided to become the opposite pole and get attracted to the other beauty.

The world of lies and sorrow started but I had her friendship still with me. Yes she was the first one to friendzone me and since that day the zone has only expanded and over powered every zone in life. Moving ahead with a beauty by my side and a friend like her was a joy. The happiness was shortlived and I found myself on the wrong side of the heart break, yes I call it wrong because the pain was all mine and the pleasure was all of the beauty. She came to my rescue and imparted a new sense of life in me and we somehow unlocked a new level of friendship. She has literally showed me that a boy and girl can be great friends, a level above the best friends. Photography and poems are the common link through which we are attached and not to forget the immune thread that we keep on stretching to discover new levels of a male female friendship (I read it as my friendzone). There is a hidden pleasure in loving someone who cannot love you back and the pleasure is all mine for the past six year and for a change the pun was unintentional.

Amiable, charming, amenable, amicable and etc are adjectives for common people but I have her name as replacement for theses and the power of her character overpowers each and every one of them. Her sweet voice makes me leap like a long lost voyager on seeing the shore. Her mere presence is what defines the world for me and her lessons (the ones forced on me by her) defines my path of life.

A picture form our photo-walk

A picture form our photo-walk

Every good thing comes to an end and so does our part of PANTNAGAR, which gave us those beautiful moments to cherish. Those photowalks will never be the same again and clicking pictures without her will no longer be a thing that I will look forward to. The worst part of distance is you don’t know whether they will miss you or forget you. But as I say distance is a physical quantity, a dimensionless vector, the displacement of our soul to soul connection stands at zero. The relation of peach and mango will continue forever. And yes I have ceased my forces of attraction so that no other beauty can come and reduce our area of friendzone. Though not no need to say this but I LOVE YOU..;-)


It is been a month since my hands produced the sound that breaks the silence of the night and the emptiness of the morning. No I am not talking about the guitar as it is still in my wish-list and life is no e-commerce website where wish-lists materialize when you have a heavy discount levied upon them. I am talking about the cracking sound of the keyboard that comes complementary when my heart evinces a connection with my hands and results in me typing those beautiful words. What is special today that has made me to come up with something? The day marks the 5th anniversary of my blogging and in course I have learnt many things that have helped me rise to a new level. I want to thank that person who inspired me to come up with a blog, though that person has departed from the life after playing the part destined for her but once in a blue moon I miss her and her contribution to my life. Before my moon again turns blue I must focus my attention and get back to the main agenda. The past month was aberrant and I was finding solace in the black words written on reference books. I was busy finding the next level of my global senses to score heavily in global subjects. Yes the exams have the power to break all the rhymes of the writer. After suffering a bit at the hands of the exams, I was back to square one, Pantnagar with one of my foot in the manager’s boat and other trying to follow the same. Yes after a bumpy ride for a year, I have become a half manager. Pantnagar has again drowned me in its beauty and photographing it brings a smile to my face. Photography has the power to wake me up at 5 in the morning to capture beauty rare in its existence.

Beauties have always a way to my heart and as soon as I come here, my dormant connections with beauties come to surface again. On 26th of March when whole country was busy witnessing a drubbing of cricket team at the hands of Australia, I was utilizing my time to coffee date a coffee lover who unlike the previous time stuck to the standard of having coffee. Café de Elantre was the place that witnessed its first coffee date. The ambience inside the hall was pleasing but the aura of a café was missing. The absence of diffused smell of coffee was the first setback. The seating was comfortable but the tables lacked height and thus made it a bit clumsy. Enough of the review as I don’t write these, until I get paid. The girl by my side is beautiful and adding to her beauty was the constant smile which was result of my jokes that can make a person hate me as well. Moving ahead of cool blue and ice with fizz, she went with the cold coffee and I with my usual espresso shot. My second setback was the quantity of the shot and the size of the mug used for it. The day of setbacks was what it seemed but having her by my side was like eating away every setback. Café was also drowned in the world-cup fever and with every Indian wicket the expression on her face changed in a jiffy. Seeing India lose in a café sitting comfortably with hot sips of coffee was making me feel that we were enjoying the loss, so we decided to given another round of coffee a miss and decided to enjoy the drive.


The drive was the most beautiful part of the day and getting glimpses of her while driving was the best part of it. In between those glimpses were our candid chats that started with guava having red color. She apparently hated the camouflaged version which was a stark contrast when compared to me. I told her what it is like to have a beauty beside you while driving and the positive cognitions that passing vehicles can draw of me. My words were making her laugh and the complaint of previous meeting was gleefully resolved. After all I don’t like the beauties to complain as they are the best part of my life. After running out of topics we focused on clicking selfies to save the memoirs of our beautiful day together. And again I discovered how pathetic I am at clicking them. After managing to capture both of us in a single frame, the next task was to add the emotions part to it. My expression in each and every selfie can best described as naïve and it reiterated the fact that clicking selfies is something that has an iota to it and my mind doesn’t deal with complex numbers.

The date ended and we both were back to our home and before giving words to my feelings I remembered an incident that left me smiling. One day a girl asked me how is your life? After sipping my hot coffee I replied, my life is like a coffee, a beauty came and took away the creamer and another came and made it stronger; now I find myself as bitter yet addictive. Not to mention thatthese were the only few words we exchanged for over a month and my humour sealed the mouth of a girl with in itself is rare. When we met again she said, please let me be your creamer or allow me to make your coffee stronger, as stronger the addiction better is the bond. This is a small gist of how coffee toxication can take a toll on your conversations. Writing in the footsteps of the dawn has its charm and in doing so my mind has started to rhyme and my heart has started to sing a lullaby. It is best these words should find a way out and poem should reach the readers.

inspiring morning

inspiring morning

A dark dome of night..
To a glorious sun lighting us all..
Inbetween this a moment passes..
When the rays of light sneak inside in traces..
Peeking in from the window..
Waking you up to feel the transition..
You get mesmerized by a beautiful sensation..
You step up in a world which is magical..
With your mind lost in something surreal.
Your heart rhyming and sounding lyrical..
And your hands itching to do something fanatical..
feeling the morning azure..
You see a world so pure..
Getting hold of a pen to write..
And those feelings that you want to indite..
A sudden breeze brushes your face..
Instills life on a face so naive…
Emotions finding a way out..
In a best way to say out loud..
Yes the beauty of nature makes you a writer..
And you move ahead writing at every juncture.
Countering your frustrations..
With all the vivid thoughts…
Evincing the rhyme between you and the lord..

Diclaimer- Fictions are all mine and facts are all yours. Drawing real world conclusions will only result in wasting your time and adding an ache to your head. The coffee series will be continued….

An ODE to The Anonymous

It’s been eleven days into the New Year and the creative side of me has not yet established a connection with the rainbow of imagination. I won’t call it lack of creativity on my part but the cannibalization of one form by another aspect of it. Yes for the first time in my life there is something that has abstained me from writing. Sketching on the walls of my room has become a new escapade to life and thus explains my situation of not being able to come up with this much anticipated New Year blog.

What is new in this year, Earth has a single moon, sun is rising in the east, setting in the west, days are of 24 hours and I am still waiting for my time to come. This singlehood has taken a toll on my thinking, and to be precise this phase has lasted for around 545 days with no hope of reverting to my usual in the near horizon. So what compelled me to write this blog and find some time out from my new hobby? Few days back I was conversing with the most beautiful soul of my life and her suggestion struck my temple quite hard. She wanted me to write and try and find someone who loves me and not my words. According to her my words are well intentioned or have the power to capture any heart and make that beauty fall in love. The thing that made the difference was her confessing of falling for me and not yet recovering from it. Yes there was a time when I wanted her to be mine and everything to happen with an accuracy of a dime and as usual it rhymed. My life has changed and so does her, clinging to the hopes of a better tomorrow together can easily stop the natural course of change. Yes that beautiful soul will forever be my inspiration to write and what will continue is an esoteric relation with a soul to soul connection.

Life is strange and when you delve into different spheres leading to a same center, you discover the complexity of it. And adding to my complexity are the dreams that I see every night in my sleep. As usual I will be at the center of everything and that beauty will come up and disturb the strings of my heart. There is nothing aberrant in this as being a boy in early twenties my fundamental right is to dream of beauties. The thing that disturbs me the most is the anonymous nature of the beauty. Soon I will find myself in the wrong side of twenties thus making that anonymous nature a constant source of a pain, sweet in nature. The happiness is sour and the pain is sweet, where am I heading to; is a serious question now. Perhaps I am feeling the joy of dreams that assuage me from all the pain and leave me speechless, motionless but with a smile on my face. Listening to Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here, my heart is just oozing with words to define the feelings that I have for my anonymous love.

Today I sit back and think of the time..

When a beautiful face strung thousand rhymes..

Thinking of that beauty my heart flies..

To a land of dreams where that beauty resides..

Her beautiful eyes..

Deep as an ocean..

The water of her eyes’ ocean splashing against my face..

Drowning me inside the deep ocean..

Without leaving a trace..

Coming to shore of the ocean…

I think of that charming face..

Face that I compared with the rose..

Thorns were me, petals were her..

And it created a different stir..

Once I saw her by the river.

The feelings of love started to trigger..

I took the opportunity and held her hand..

Kissed her and started that beautiful trend..

She used to meet me in my dreams..

Those dreams where we will walk hand in hand..

To a place to which we belong..

Dreams never came to sand…

And something broke that beautiful strand..

Though the feelings remain the same..

But a pain of having anonymous as her name..

The pain is sweet in nature but too much of sweet can lead you to a place where there is nothing sweet. Drawing unusual IMG_8074analogies is my forte and the reason for my insomnia is too much sweet which comes from my dreams. I will put an end to this blog by answering a simple question. Everybody asks me, are you over her? No, I am not over as she was never over me and returning the favor without receiving one in not what I believe in (pun intended). Just stop you bee buzzing in my bonnet as I already have many to deal with and sorry this one is not on the list.

Disclaimer: This blog is a result of constructive interference of the recent happening and questions that I prefer not to answer. If this has resulted in hurting your sentiments, then I am sorry that I don’t feel apologetic. Don’t ignore any mistakes as they are all mine and fun is all yours. Happy Reading…..