To Connect

The most easiest of human traits is perhaps our power to connect with people, their emotions and feel. Yet, it is only seldom that we let ourselves do exactly that – feel.
Why is it easier for us to connect over the pains of a complete stranger; raise likes, votes and shares than connecting with the people we meet almost every single day?

I live far away from home. I am one of those who can immerse themselves into solidarity and not care about the world.

But I care because I choose to.

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Ambigram ~ Chapter – 3

Chapter -3

“How many are still left?” Lalit asked Jitendra.

“Only two- Coffee beans and Urad dal, then finally we will be able to say Mission Shopping List Accomplished!” Jitendra checked and rechecked the bit of paper his mother had given him.

“Alright, we could buy it from Rao Uncle’s store. Let’s get this done with, I am getting hungry.” Said Aryan and his stomach obediently grumbled in cue.

As they rode their bicycles through the twists and turns of their town, they went over the whole day once again. So much had happened in a single day. The morning had started with all of them anxious about the hurdle race. Aryan had to prepare a consolation speech just in case Prat Praatik somehow won, but it had not come to that thankfully. Jitendra had won. The trophy now hung proudly with other medals and awards in Jitendra’s bedroom. After the race they had headed to Jitendra’s home where they had had a great lunch. Mrs Nath was an exceptional cook. Lalit and Aryan shamelessly jumped at every occasion to visit Jitendra’s house and satiate their gastronomical demons. Jitendra’s parents were a very warm couple and treated Lalit and Aryan almost as their sons.  After a delightful lunch they had played a few video games. Jitendra and Aryan had together squashed Lalit much to his annoyance and to cheer him up Aryan and Jitendra destroyed each other’s bots.

Fun and banter had always been their way of life. It still was. However, when Lalit lost his father to a fatal car accident it had been very difficult to draw out Lalit from outside his room. He’d always stayed holed up inside his room. Jitendra and Aryan themselves had taken time to let the fact sink in. They had let Lalit be for a week. But after that they had barged in, broken his door, picked him up and wrapped him in a bag and threatened to throw him off the bridge if he didn’t promise he would get back to his normal life. Death hadn’t been easy on anyone ever. Period. But life moved on and hence one has to move on as well. The departed would forever remain a part of you. They will always remain in your heart. Aryan and Jitendra did not know what Lalit was going through but they knew isolating oneself wasn’t the solution. Slowly, Lalit had come back to his normal self. It had been two years since the night the accident happened. The three boys were just that –boys, but that one experience had matured them up.

They had reached the Azad chowk, Rao Uncle’s shop was two blocks away.  They were waiting for the traffic to give way. Unlike some of their peers these respected the traffic rules and obediently waited for the lights to turn green. A black sedan drove up to their side. Aryan – the forever Narcissus of the group – checked his reflection in the mirror. It took him full five seconds to realize that behind the tinted glass peered a familiar face. Alexandria was looking at him with much amusement.

Oh come on! Not her again. He thought. She seemed to be able to hear his thoughts as her face broke into an amused smile at that moment; her white teeth gleamed from behind the tinted windows. He can’t help but smile back sheepishly. All animosity from the morning seemed to dissolve. The lights changed. The sedan moved away. Aryan followed his friends to Rao uncle’s shop. Unbeknownst to both of them something had moved that day.

O! Love,love go away

O! Love,love go away

Her smile may rouse a heart-desolate,cold,
Her hair may flow like a cascade,serene
But O! Love, love go away unsold
For life is brief and plenty unseen.

Her eyes may hypnotize and possess one’s soul,
Her form may awaken all passions, carnal
But O! Love,love go away whole
For your stay is brief and the pain eternal.

Yet O! Love, you forlorn impostor,
Marred my soul, corrupted my heart,
And slowly now doth my heart foster
These diabolical feelings which all anarchy start.

I see now a grave, old, hear its sobbing remains utter:-
“Here lies one whose name was writ on water.”


A Poetic Ruse

A Poetic Ruse

O! sweet angel, you epitome of beauty and grace,

Are you Aphrodite in disguise?

Or are you but Circe- come to enlace-

My forlorn heart with your beautiful eyes.

Are you a lake tranquil, serene-

Ever-flowing from the gardens of Olympus

Or are you but a sea, a murderous queen

Whose tides can all Creation crush.

I know not you, your true form concealed

I know not your intentions, how you feel,

And yet to your eyes, my heart doth yield

And yet to your form, my soul doth kneel.

Is it love? I do not know O! muse

Is it God’s will or but a tragic ruse….


An Infatuation with Pink

An Infatuation with Pink

O! How I love the colour pink,

A colour so beautiful, so close to my heart,

Ah! How it reminds me of her faery wink,

A divine addiction- Cupid’s dart.

O! How i miss those days of old,

The winds that blew, the rains that fell.

Of laughs shared and secrets told-

A piece of Heaven in this eternal Hell.

O! How i shun a broken heart,

The lingering pain, the forlorn conviction,

And yet I so love the melancholy part

So nauseatingly sweet- a romantic addiction.

O! How i mourn the colour pink-

Like the hue of blood- a desolate ink….


Ambigram ~ Chapter 2 (Continued)

“I am Alexandria by the way. And you are…?”, brushing off the dirt she looked up.

And for the first time at that moment – blue met black.

A loud cheer erupted. Aryan turned around in time to see Jitendra mid-air holding tightly onto the trophy for his dear life.

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Imperfectly Perfect :)

Prologue :

The door opened; Eyes stared at each other; Silence spoke.

Years of memories pounding at the gates.

The glass lost its grip from his hand; A sharp noise in that hollow room.

He felt his heart beating again but they weren’t the normal lub-dubs.

He was experiencing the bliss of a panic attack! (again).

There she was, standing in that very same white-n-black dress he’d gift her on her graduation.

She came forward to hold this lifeless mannequin, this kind of a life-form who has been surviving for this long without his heart. “From today, my heart is yours !”- he once said.

They embraced each other and she smiled. It had been years since she felt his skin, his heartbeat. Tears of happiness filled the void in the room. Until after coming back to his senses, she realized it wasn’t mutual. She was reciprocated with an unwilling push, quite a harsh one which made her to stumble upon the carpet and fall down with tears still in her eyes, but happiness wasn’t the cause anymore.

“What happened to you?”-she asked with an expression wanting for unanswered answers.

“I wish I could remember anymore.”

Bam!! The door shut and along with this his world of agony, shut to the world and shut to her.

And there he went off. The sound of the V8 engine of his Pontiac 1969 Cadillac didn’t sound so powerful anymore. He even forgot to put on his glasses, the dark shades which have been clinging to him for quite a few years now. He just drove off. His vision was getting blurred. He choked. Drops of tears rolled down his eyes. Echoes of emotions started hurting his eardrums and threw him into a flashback.

He never expected to do what he did a few moments ago. But it wasn’t completely his blame to take. It takes very few significant moments to change your lifestyle. But it takes a lifetime to reverse the same. He wasn’t what he was today. He never wore dark shades. He never owned a multi-billionaire company. He never saw a villa, but now he owned one. And he definitely never wore formals.

You come to this world and with each and every minute you spend, you spend it getting slowly dependent on someone or something which directs you through your life and gives you hope. He had that someone who meant everything in his life. She was his ‘tomorrowland’. And guess she did feel the same.

Ambigram ~Chapter 2

The crowd was abuzz with excitement. The winner of the 200m Men’s Hurdle race was about to be announced. It had been very close, so close. Jitendra and Pratik, a classmate had crossed the finishing line at almost the same time. The administration was busy going over and over the video loop of the last second.

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