From the flamboyant salsa of passion, life can abruptly shift into an unforeseen silence. We search for meaning, ironically complicating what is inherently simple. As writers, our task is to cut through this self-imposed fog, to illuminate the essential truths that lie beneath the surface. The answers are not hidden; they are simply overlooked, waiting for a writer's pen to reveal them...
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Friday, 28 December 2012
Mission Jannat
Saturday, 1 December 2012
Not always
Touches the hope and the hopeful minds
An affable welcome to someone
Delineates what you are…not always
Reversible consequences
A quagmire…of trust, verve n ecstasy
A paragon appearance
Crafts a mystique...not always
Reminiscences are more lovable that the actuality
A sealed window...through which I used to see an enchant rainbow
“Memories are good…but that’s all they are
Well…hmm…not always
P.S : Silence is good…the glittering stars, crackling branches, leaves, zephyr, dust and the moon.
All says that am here… me, my lungful of air, my heartbeat and a pair of eyes filled with dreams…
00.53 am, 2nd Dec 2012, Nariman Point, Mumbai
Monday, 6 August 2012
Someday...Revisited
Someday u will stand lone n weary
Someday u will be in a melancholy
Someday u will sense how colourless u’r life is
Someday u will remorse n cry for losing me on the midway
Someday u will yearn for my love
Someday u will realize the fallacy of “only I and I”
Well then…u will
Ponder…the strength of me behind u
Crave for a shoulder to rest u’r head
Apprehend…probably the colour of u’r life was me
Understand…it was not me who said “let's not cross each other's way”
feel the “me” in u
Appreciate…the rationale behind being “We”
Indeed someday!
P.S.: Swapna! thanks a lot for u'r inputs. All credit goes to u dear :)
Sunday, 6 May 2012
The Kite
“You have to fly high”
The boy repeated...
He rescued a kite from the near-by electric pole which; a while ago, was struggling for its existence. He applied some glue at requisite places of the coiled kite. The also added a signature golden colored paper tail to that kite.
It was all set to fly. However the wind was not favorable; yet the boy was quite poised about the kite.
Wow! Finally some cool breeze arrived. The boy was overwhelmed. At last his efforts were going to be paid off. Now the kite shot up like a rocket and gradually the boy loosened the string to let the kite go higher and higher in the sky. The kite seemed to please its master’s wish and within no time it was flying amid a flock of birds.
One bird started mocking at the kite…
Bird: Hey…what do you think of yourself you moron? I remember that sometime back you had been shattered by a friend of mine and you again dare to fly amongst us!!!
Kite: Brother. I can also fly. You see, I too got a tail like you. If my master wishes, even I can go higher than you. Yet I don’t complain. Yet if unintentionally I have committed any mistake, please forgive me.
The bird laughed and said: “brother!...huh…You idiot, how dare you to compare yourself with us… unlike you, we don’t depend on the mood of the wind…we have a pair of wings, we have life and over all we are not attached with a string, and it’s a free world for us. See your master is pulling your string. Get lost from my way”
The kite was going down.
Out of the blue it wanted to fly higher.
But it had forgotten that the remote control was in the boy’s hand…the strings.
The kite fought hard, after some struggle it managed to get detached from the string.
It went up and up; never looked back.
P.S. : I wish if I were that kite...
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Price Tag (Part - II)
While Rajat was opening a new box of dresses; he saw Payal marching towards his showroom. Not again! What else this girl wants now!
Payals are never satisfied with life. You give them the best and yet they doubt the integrity and complain… this saga continues throughout. They are not bad…not at all; indeed at times they are superb; but they are indecisive folks who fluctuate a lot. Occasionally they forget one of the fundamentals, i.e. “We don’t know what we have until we lose it”…they realise it, but sometimes it’s too late.
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Price tag (Part - I)
Rajat had a boutique at the city centre. Recently Payal had joined as a receptionist at the coaching institute adjacent to Rajat’s boutique. He was a dedicated guy who imported quality cloth lines from Mumbai and his reputation as an honest and polite merchant had helped him establish his set up in the city. One day Payal came to Rajat’s boutique and she saw a mannequin wearing a beautiful black dress. It was truly a marvelous piece.
Payal : Hey Rajat… from where did you get this collection, it’s gorgeous.
Now Rajat started thinking…what to do, he didn’t want to hurt the feelings of his best buddy
After 10 mins Payal came out of the changing room and she was looking adorable. Probably that dress was just made for her. It was a perfect fit! She thanked Rajat and promised that very soon she will pay him rest of the amount.
Slowly he replied “What do you want me to do…please say it”
Since that day Payal completely stopped talking to Rajat. Well, it was quite awkward for Rajat, but gradually he focused on his work and tried to erase-out that incident from his mind.