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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Epitome of Composure.

There she is,
lying with her grey round eyes closed,
drowned in the bottomless ocean
of thoughts and dreams,
lost in a world of her own.
Her face is wrinkled and ashen
but, it has a gentle glow.
She looks out,
compelled by the immense blue sky.
Unable to express what she feels.
Her mind is unreadable.
I wish I could just sit by her side
all day long
perceiving what she feels, what she thinks.
But alas!
All I know is that
She is a lady, an alluring lady.
One of a kind!
Her appearance is serene.
She imparts peace.
She is an Epitome of Composure.

Peace.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sweetest Stranger Forever. (Part-II)

Their chats were incessant. During the class(only if it was a less important one), during the break, while travelling. Days went by, he wanted to meet up. Of course, it was a 'No' from her side, she had not even given him her contact number with the thought that they won't chat perpetually. There will be some fortunate day when they will be done with this. That particular day was by no chance nearer though. But, as time passed, the chats did not seem to be in a flow as it did. They rather seemed to be monotonous, usual and sometimes boring. She, still, tried never missing a chance of exchanging few words with him.
It was his birthday! By that time, a very close friend and her sister knew about him. Her friend even had a little chat with him (6-7 lines) and her sister, after listening to the whole thing gave a 'wait and watch' calm expression which scared her. Well, it is pretty normal. A concerned sister will obviously find it a little disturbing if her little sister befriends an absolute stranger.Anyway, She wished to send him a song (which was sung by her), on his birthday, as a birthday present. That was the only thing she could gift him virtually. After a lot of thinking, she made up her mind that she won't be sending a song which is sung by her, to him, on his birthday, because that will be cheesy. Very cheesy. But, darn! She just couldn't resist, the thought of not giving him anythin on his special day didn't quite made feel right. As the clock struck 12:00a.m. She mailed the godamn song to him. He appreciated it though.(He had to.) The next day she had a chat with him and he seemed very down and out. She tried her level best to cheer him up, she was herself being unusually perky (using extra exclamation marks and giving him ideas on how can he celebrate his birthday) but it hardly made a difference. That was the last little chat they had.
A whole month passed by and he remained quiet and silent. She thought her offline messages would provoke him to speak up so she sent many of them but nothing really happened. And, she thought, how she had made a fool of herself. She missed him like a lot and she actually realized that to what extent she was into him. But then, she was mad at him and she was frustrated too and was desperately wanting to tell him that 'If you had to run away you could have informed and left instead of maintaining the annoying silence. Don't you have this much guts?' but her offline messages were polite. All she did was chuck him out of her friends' list on Facebook. But, she kept thinking about him.
One fine day, suddenly, out of nowhere, when she was online from her fake i.d, she gets a 'Hi!' from him. She was happy, angry and sad. Happy to see him after such a long time, angry at the thought of how that silly chap just disappeared and suddenly land up in front of her out of the blue saying a 'Hi!' and sad because she'll again get into this useless affair of talking to a complete stranger who is no more a stranger though. She wanted to run away believing that she's over him but she stayed and even replied to him. She inquired where he was and why did he disappear then she thought of leaving. Though she was not sleepy at all, but it was one reason for her to take a leave in front of him.
He started behaving in the same manner in which he behaved when they had their very first chat. He paid extra attention and was always trying to please and she did get pleased. And, the chats became frequent and lively and cheerful and the fun was back! By this time, two of her close friends got to know about him. And, she wondered how he kept on acquiring a special place in her life as it was HIM about whom she talked to her friends.
After the apology for his disappearing away and frequent chats, everything seemed to be normal. It was a usual day and she was chatting with him. He asked for her number(He had done it earlier too) and she didn't know what was going on in her mind then but after thinking for like some 50 seconds and after looking at her friend's face, she typed the godamn number and sent it to him. It was spontaneous. She was still for sometime, trying to figure out what exactly she had done. He was amazed too. (because earlier every time she refused to give him her number and was pretty determined to do that.) He had her number now. And, she kept on thinking about all the worst possibilities of revealing her number to a stranger. She was expecting a text, if not a call, from him. And, she did get a text after a day. And they exchanged some 7-8 texts and they were done.
After revealing her number and having normal chats, now, he had started becoming very busy, he slept early and he said just a 'hi' and left. She never really wanted a simple 'Hi', just for the sake of keeping in touch. It made her sad for he was not bothered. They exchanged Hi's and left and she never expressed her disapproval of him leaving for she wanted to see if he can make it out but, he couldn't, like everyone else. She regretted giving her number. As time passed by, the chats became least frequent and short. She wondered how he was free for hours when he chatted with her initially and how he is, now, very busy that she feels lucky to get a simple 'Hi' from him. He seems least affected and normal though. She blamed herself to take every thing way too seriously and ending up having thoughts of him. It had to get over now, she thought. And, it will. (hopefully)
She didn't like him, she just liked the way he lived and the way he reacted to whatever she said, thats what she believed. Love does not happen this way. He will be erased from her mind as time passes by, thats what she believed. But, this belief was not enough to change the truth, the fact.

Peace.

Sweetest Stranger Forever. (Part-I)

For her, it started with an interesting conversation. She was very much into the 'Virtual World'. Social networking had kind of become a necessity for her. But, she was trying hard to remove it from the list of her necessities and priorities of her life as well because it is always better to live in a 'Real World' than to live in a virtual one, as her sister said.
So, she met this guy online. Now, I'm not going to reveal the details of where did she meet him or how did she find him so on and so forth as it is supposed to be extremely confidential. They were absolute strangers. At least she was, to him. It was her fake identity. She used a fake one to talk to strangers because she was made well aware of the bitter consequences of revealing any kind of detail to a stranger. Many of you must be wondering as to why would she talk to a random stranger. If the stranger seems a little sensible then trust me it is wonderful to talk to him/her. You don't really need to worry about any hell thing, you can just talk your heart out without thinking what the stranger's going to think about you or if the stranger's going to judge you. You can just walk out once you are done with the talking and never see that stranger again.... in virtual world.
That one day, she considered him as a stranger whom she may never see again or chat with again. But, she was wrong. The conversation turned out to be exceedingly interesting and fun. And, she 'wished' to see him again. She chatted with him for hours and days with her fake id. If she did not come online for a particular span of time, she would see strings of offline messages sent by him and those messages surprisingly did leave a smile on her face.
Chatting with him became a habit for her. She almost started obsessing over this 'stranger'.
It got all serious when, one evening she felt guilty of showing someone else's profile as hers on Facebook to him and told him all rubbish, made-up stories so that he doesn't send any messages to that profile. And, it was a friend's profile. She believed that this act of hers was juvenile and foolish and nonsensical. She felt guilty because she had lied to him. Soon, she revealed the truth. She revealed her identity. She was herself stunned. She had never intended to do that even by mistake but, at that very moment, she did it, without any hesitation. Now, he partially knew who she was her name and how she looked basically. Then she was off to her hometown for few days. He was off to somewhere too for work. So, they planned to catch up online after some 10-12 days. And, he had warned her that she should not forget him, which was cute.
After a week or so, she randomly went online and found offline messages. Quite a lot of them. It was him and the messages said that he missed her, and his work has finished before time and he was back to Delhi and he misses the long chats and he really wants to chat with her so on and so forth.... She was happy. Very. Very happy! She replied to him and they did catch up online again. It was a long time after which they talked. She chatted with him from her phone (The smarter one which was gifted to her after passing 12th.) Despite of knowing the fact that the online chat would eat up all her balance, she did not care much. Talking to him was a priority, for her. And, it was a necessity. She chatted with him all the time during her stay in her home town. Her friends, relatives and parents even wondered and asked her why is she madly stuck to the phone. One of them also said if she has a boyfriend with whom she's talking to all the time. Things became serious. Everyone around her were annoyed for she was always looking at her phone and doing some crap with it. But, that wasn't enough to stop their chats. The next night she insisted on to sleep alone in the other room, the one without the Air Conditioner.(It was horribly hot in there.) And, that night they had the longest chat ever. Though she was sweating in the humid heat but she was blissful. It was that night when she revealed her full identity. He found her original account on Facebook. But, she did not add him then. They chatted from 11:00 p.m to 4:00 a.m probably. He did not sleep that night as he had to catch a train early in the morning, the next day. It was all about knowing each other a bit more and smiles and giggles. Sleeping was out of the question. She then believed that yes, she had started liking him.
As time went by, she allowed him to add her up on Facebook. When she came back to Delhi, she activated Free internet on her phone just so that she is always in touch with him. Her friends in college were gazing at her and were wondering if she had found a boyfriend or something. She even had his contact number but she dared not give him hers, although he had asked for it quite a lot of times. She was keen on taking things slow and he... he never really forced her probably that is one of the reasons why she started liking him. There they were, chatting the days and nights away!

Peace.

Friday, January 21, 2011

That feeling of Guilt....

It killed me from inside when
I got to know the sins I have done
Though unknowingly, but must have hurt everyone.
Love is a gesture and is not verbal.
These were the few words
that brought about the guilt in me....

Every blunt refusal to a small request
now turns out to be a sharp blade of pain
Every reply now turns out to be a verbal hit back
These were a few things that
brought about the guilt in me....

I, now, can at least imagine how much stress does it require
to give me an absolute comfort
How much love does it require to encourage almost everything I do!
These were the thoughts
that brought about the guilt in me....

And now I hope this feeling of guilt inscribes into my mind
Like the letters etched on a stone
This feeling of guilt traps me in sorrow
yet makes me feel happy
These are the emotions that will never escape the Guilt.

Peace.

You !

My life looks so complete with you.
My mind's perky when I'm with you.
The thought of you makes me smile
Oh boy! You're making me crazy.

Your laugh means the world to me.
Your presence is air to me.
Your voice is music to me.
You are everything to me.

I love the way you speak.
I love the way you look.
I love the way you walk.
It just takes my heart away.

I wish I could see you.
I wish I could feel you.
I wish we were together.
If and only if 'you' existed.

Peace.