For the simple joy of writing...

I was once asked,"Do you like dancing?".Well,I don't know literally but I do like dancing figuratively.I love the way my pen dances on a white sheet of paper leaving ink marks and forming words,sometimes abrupt other times meaningless.Sometimes forming sentences which are so deep that they might seem meaningless at a glance.I love the way my expressions,my emotions come out through the motion of my pen on the paper.Just by the mere movement of my hand spilling not only the ink but also my thoughts on that plain white sheet of paper.Well this one for the simple joy of writing....:)

Random Thought....

In the wisp of the moment,the time flew by and what he had made of himself,what he was after years of toiling didn't matter anymore.It is funny how we build castles of sand with so much effort;craft our lives with so much care.But all it takes is a frantic wave to wash it all;one wrong action/decision to crumble everything we ever had or dreamed of.

The wait....

She has been meaning to speak to him for days now. He kept on making excuses sometimes about excess work and other times about how tired he was. She kept on waiting, waiting for him to take out some time for her as he had promised . She has been really patient all this while. But he never called back.

So she gathered her apprehensions meaning to put them in front of him.She wanted to tell him that all she wanted was to be felt needed,felt as an important part, an unavoidable part of his life.So this time she decided to call him instead of waiting for him to call.

The ring rang for a while. She was now sure that he wont take her call but after like a long ring she heard a voice from the other end. ”Hello”,said a woman’s  voice. The woman on the other side was almost panting and gasping for breath. She was a little surprised. She was wondering who this woman was who had  answered his phone .

She had known him for quite a while now and she knew he stayed alone. Nevertheless,she asked for him.She said she wanted to speak to him.”This is regarding what?”the woman on the other side asked authoritatively. Now she was really confused.She had no idea how to reply back.She wanted to know who this woman was who was answering his phone that too with so much authority.

She replied that she was a colleague from work and asked when can she speak to him. The answer she got from the other end silenced her for a long time.”He is away on his honeymoon.He will join work after a week.” answered the woman and disconnected.The wait had now come to an abrupt end.

A man on the crossroad

I met a man on the crossroad

On the crossroad to the heart and mind

And as they always say, the road to the heart is the one where the light shines

I met a man on the crossroad

With winds surging, not a clue not a sign

I was sure I was lost, with no hope to find my way ahead

But his eyes shown with such vigor, I felt everything will be soon fine

I met a man on the crossroad

And so charming and so captivating he was

A mystery to my livid soul

All I could manage was a battered smile, a smile amidst that hurricane.

Such was his charm, I could not help but smile.

I smiled clinging on to the last pillar which remained.

I met a man on the crossroad

I survived a tornado with him

Everything perished and was in ruins

Uprooted roofs and fallen trees

But the sun had finally risen after a day’s misery

Me and him, we were the only one’s spared, and I wanted us to last and stand the further test of time. 

Main....

मैं कौन हूँ ?

मैं  पहली बारीश की भीनी बूंदूँ का स्पर्श हूँ। 

मैं नवविवाहिता की लाज हूँ। 

मैं सुरीले सरगम का आगाज़ हूँ। 

मैं कल हूँ ,मैं आज हूँ। 

मैं शिशु सी निश्छल ,मैं शैतान हूँ। 

मैं नवीन हूँ ,मैं प्राचीन हूँ। 

मैं कभी दिलचस्प तो कभी उदासीन हूँ। 

मैं अलग हूँ ,मैं समान हूँ। 

मैं ख़ास हूँ ,मैं पास हूँ। 

मैं ख़ुशी का आभास हूँ। 

मैं गम में गहरी सास हूँ। 

मैं व्योम सी असीम पर दूरियों से सिमटी। 

मैं फूल सी निर्मल ,मैं काटो सी कठोर। 

मैं वात्सल्य सी पवित्र ,मैं वासना सी उत्तेजित। 

मैं शाँत हूँ ,मैं वाचाल हूँ। 

मैं निर्भीक हूँ ,मैं भयभीत हूँ। 

मैं मनमोहक हूँ ,मैं अहंकार हूँ। 

मैं यह हूँ मैं वो हूँ। 

मैं , मैं हूँ बस मैं और सिर्फ मैं।

Never again...

She stayed uptight,she felt it was a dream, the stormy last night

The bed was cold now,she wish she could have him back

Her tears soiling the pillow making it wet

Her smudgy face,staring the wall beside.But  then he saw his silhouette

Slowly his shadow coming over her,she lay there...quiet

She gazed him as he removed his socks.

He came closer,seating himself over the edge of her side of the bed

Leaning over her,she could feel his breath,his warm breath on her face.

He gently kissed her cheeks and muttered sorry in her ear.

she watched him getting undressed without blinking even once,while he sneaked in their bed, his side which was empty a while ago.

Her back facing him,he wrapped his arms around her,his legs tangling around her legs.

Smelling her hair,he mumbled gently...”I came back to stay, never to leave, never again”

What I want....

I saw a mountain,

I saw its huge snow capped top

I want to be there, reach that point

I want to never stop

I want to run, I want to shout

I want to scream my way out

I want to sing, sing as loud as my lungs would allow

I want to draw, doodle, scribble and tear those pages or admire the “objects” I penned down

I want to dance, dance like mad endlessly in joy or in gloom

I want to capture the small things be it the raindrops in my palms, the smile of a baby or a full moon

I want to ooze out every bit of mine through every channel possible

I want to feel my every pulse; I want to feel my every moment alive

I want to feel my racing heart, I want to get every possible vibe

I want to risk it all for once

I want to get drenched in all colors

I want to wander aimlessly on roads

I want to be instinctive and spontaneous

Why do I need to think so much?

Why can’t I run towards the mountain top without being scared?

What is stopping me? Is it the fear of falling or the fear of failing or just the fear of people pulling me down?

I want to do something extra ordinary in my own way.

Something to proclaim that this particular action made my life different

I want to be out of the league.

I want to fly. I want to embark on a meaningful journey

I want to cut through the web of expectations, the common perception of success as perceived by the major lot.

I want to reflect and smile back each time I think about my past

I want to live some passion as long as it can last

I want to forget the world around me.

 I want to be in a dream, I want to live that dream

I want to laugh with all my might I want to beam

I want to float; I want to swim in the pool of my thoughts,

How precious those thoughts are I wonder

I want to gaze, I want to stop by, observe and retrospect

People, emotions, life, situations and every aspect

I want to discover and explore myself and my surroundings, get lost in a new city or in a new place within an old known city

I want to dive, dive deep in a lake of chilled water

I want to feel every possible emotion...including terror.

I want to unravel every angle of being a human, being me.

I want to be simple yet complex

I want to celebrate this wonderful gift called Life!