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…


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.

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.

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…..

The Pleasure of Hidden LOVE

This will be probably my last post of the year and as the clock will strike 12 on 31st, my mind will go back to positives of the year. If I talk about the positives then how can I forget that beautiful soul who instilled in me a hope to live again. The thing I have learned from her charming character is that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen and just listen; perhaps the most important thing that we give each other is our attention, a loving silence often has more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words (told her many number of times).

She asked a simple question many number of times and I lied to her every single time. One day I saw a dream of her and I decided to tell her the truth. I abhorred that truth but I am glad that I told her as that has made all the difference. She made me dream so that I can move ahead. Her efforts never fell short and I was lucky to be at the receiving end of it. She instilled that lost smile again and is probably the reason for me writing again.

She is beautiful and after seeing her, my life is no longer absolute. It has become relative and the highest value of my scale is the measure of her qualities. I am lucky and at the same time blessed to know someone like her. One of the purest of soul and by her simplicity she takes my heart away. I have tried many times to define her in words but till date I am unsuccessful. One day I will define her with the most beautiful words that I know and will definitely add another part in our ongoing life.

I have tried to define her in rhymes and I will continue to this as I love bringing a smile on the face of that special someone. This poem was probably my most recent attempt to define what she means to me. The poem goes as-

as the wind ushers past my face…
touching my life’s every possible space..
went outside to feel the morning azure..
drowned in the thoughts of beauty, so pure…
thinking of her, my heart flew..
I think of you, I dream of you..

Thinking of the past, things were tough..
the act of betrayal, the time was rough..
One day an angel came…
with all the happiness and gave me some..
dumbstruck by her beauty, i cannot mew..
and nw i say…i think of you, i dream of you..

the past was blown away…
memories no longer stay..
such was the power of your conciliation.
and i found myself in a different situation..
you have always given me happiness in lieu..
i think of you, i dream of you..

u have gotten hold on my imagination..
my heart is filled with elation..
someday i will follow the beautiful trace..
thinking of you, the angel face..
i wake up in senses completely blue..
as i think of you, i dream of you..

you made me dream again..
you made me live again..
you bought back the smile amidst all the pain..
and now i know we will meet again..
from morning till night, my thoughts accrue..
i think of you, i dream of you..

If you look at the impact that she had left on me, I can easily say that her soul is as pure as gold of 24 karat. Just a confession that the person behind all the motivation is the same person. I still dream of her and once in a blue moon I think of her. Today was a coincidence and my moon turned blue (pun intended).

HAPPY NEW YEAR friends, we will meet again in the next year yes my resolution for the year will be to take the art of blogging seriously and become more regular in writing. 2015 will mark a beginning of something big..