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Incomplete Love Story


like an unfinished dream, an incomplete story
a letter half written, a forgotten melody;
certain things are better incomplete
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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

The Reminiscence...

The taste of her soul still lingers in my mouth, when I wake up in the morning, I can still feel the touch of her hand moving through my body; the strand of her hair falling on my arm as she come closer to take me in her arms and clutch me tightly, I can feel her heart beating against me.
She was sleeping right beside me, it felt like a dream. I couldn’t sleep. I kept looking at her while she was lost in her dreams. The strand of her hair kept coming over her face, even in her dreams she kept adjusting her hair, a smile flashed over my face as I moved the strand of hair from her face and kissed on her forehead. Her lips twitched. I kept my arm over her and closed my eyes. I didn’t sleep though, I was only feeling the pulse of her body, blood rushing through her veins, her heavy breathing and I was lost in the fragrance of her body.
When she woke up, slowly opening her eyes, she asked me, “You didn’t sleep.” I came closer to her and took her in my arms. “Why?” she demanded an answer.
“Because I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” I whispered in her ears and continued, “You were not feeling well last night, I wanted to be sure you are sleeping properly.”
“Are you crazy?” she squeaked, her eyes turned big as her nose shrunk and she made a face. My heart skipped a beat. I came closer to her and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“Come here, sleep now,” she said and took me in her arms. I closed my eyes and felt her fingers moving through my hair. It felt like someone singing me a lullaby. I have never felt so peaceful in my life, it felt as if in one touch it took away the entire burden from my shoulder. And I don’t know when I fell asleep. I was dreaming and I was sleeping peacefully.
When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me. “What are you looking at?” I asked her in a low tone.
“Nothing,” she said and kissed my lips. It was 5 in the morning, she held me in her arms and kept kissing me. I could feel the warmth of her body, her breast pressed against my chest, her hand moving through my back and her lips gently touching my skin.
When I look into her eyes, I see my reflection. I can see the love and care she holds for me in the ocean of her eyes and I feel secured when she takes me in her arms. I feel pampered, when her lips touches my skin and I feel rejuvenated when she whispers into my ears. I fall in love with her every moment of my life, not a single moment pass by without her thoughts.
She is not my obsession but she is the perfect song for my love. She is not my addiction. She is the perfect companion, who was created to someday bump into me and turn my world into the most beautiful place I have ever known. And whenever I would say this to her, she will always flutter her eyelids and make a face.
“You are mad,” she would say and blush.
Yes, I am maybe mad for her, but in all my senses. She would often say that maybe the spark won’t be alive after we spend few more years together and that love will become a habit and then things won’t be as it is now. She says so because the world shows her so. Because of what she has seen around her, from what she has experienced and there is no doubt that it is that way out there in the world. 
People want a normal life and to attain normality in their life they often forget the value of people who are there through thick and thin.
But when I think about this, I cannot imagine our world like that. I don’t want normal, I want madness. Who cares about being normal, when you can be crazy together and enjoy each other company?
Yes, after a few years you will get habituated to be with the person but if you choose to be with that person and you still want to wake up by her side and feel the same rush that you are feeling now then how can the spark will ever go away.
I don’t know what a perfect relationship is because there is no such thing called perfect in this universe. This universe was created out of abnormality, how can you expect your life to attain normality. All I know is when I ask myself, if you are not present in my life, it will become normal. It will never be as mad as it is now. And normal is being dead for me.
The obstacles will hit every now and then, the storm will keep coming but it will pass away making way for the beautiful morning and pleasant night. Maybe relationships fail because when people get hit by the storm, they prefer to find an easy way out and do not believe in surviving the storm.
But you and me, both of us have reached here because we have survived the storms. Had we chosen an easy way out, we would have never met in the first place. We would be sailing in different direction oblivious of our presence. But the fact that we always believed in waiting for the storm to subside and then prefer going out for a walk is the reason, we bumped into each other in the most dramatic yet beautiful way.
What makes you special is that I know even if we had a fight today, we are willing to keep our egos aside and come to a common ground and respect each other perception. We may not agree with each other all the time, and it should not be that way.
People stop communicating because they stop listening and respecting each other’s view. They start feeling suffocated because there is dominance of one person and the other is only trying to make a point only to be left ignored. This results in either of them walking out or staying together but in broken pieces of the puzzle which they never want to put it in the right way. And years later, while they try to show the world they are the happy couple the world wishes to see, they cry beneath the blanket of their own insecurities.
The frustration is way too much to handle and they start finding ways to distract themselves from the on-going situation only to find solace somewhere else. They don’t know that all it takes is a proper communication between the two and reaching a common ground without being dominant or brushing their egos onto one another.
 It is not easy to walk through the entire journey of your life without falling, but what is important is that when you fall, you should muster up the courage to get up again rather than staying on ground forever until you are buried till your bones turn into dust.
What surprises me is that we have only one life and we are willing to compromise with our happiness and wait to die. Instead we can only live together in harmony and peace and celebrate each other and celebrate together.
We don’t even have slightest of clue what is in store for us in the very next moment yet we prefer to pretend that life is never going to be different and it remains so because we are not making enough effort to make a difference.
Try a different way today, and you will see the difference tomorrow. It may take time to turn things around but it will happen someday. Hope is the best thing in this world to hold on, to hope that things will change is the perfect motivation to initiate anything and once you believe and believe in others, it turns into a chain reaction.  
Why not try today? Wake up in the morning and cook breakfast for your partner while she helps you to do the dishes. Why burden one person with all the work when it can be shared? 
Why stop making efforts to make her feel special? Either it should never have been there in the first place or if you initiated to make her feel special then continue doing so. 
And all I know is I have this life and I have you and no matter what happens, I am not giving up on us ever even during the darkest of times and I am never going to stop make you feel special, the way you are and the way you will be, my love will only grow stronger. 
Yes, we will commit mistakes. I may give you a difficult time ahead but I promise you that I will be equally hurt when you will be hurt. And I will be jumping with happiness and will feel all sorts of emotions along with you because my soul is connected with yours.


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

To small steps towards the unknown...

I have not been posting regularly from quite some time, I don't even know if that is even a matter of concern for anyone. I would have thought this way had it been any other day and ending up doing everything except writing.

But today, when my blog page views hit a lakh views, I couldn't help but wonder maybe it is too small a blog but it has been read a lakh times and it shows that irrespective of whether anyone reads it or not, I should continue posting on my blog.

Honestly, I don't have anything much these days to write. Constantly, I am stuck between balancing my work and the writing part and most of the time the former wins while the latter has to wait for its moment.

So today I thought I would just share a story. A story about how I got into this writing thing and how this blog started. I do not have any other fancy idea either way.

I never thought the day I started that I would write again on this blog but it has been seven years and I am still here. Explains why this means something to me.

I never thought the day I penned down my thoughts for the first time that I would someday make it my profession.

Life holds surprises for us and each one of us has their own set of surprises meant to keep you hydrated for the rest of the journey.

It was in the summer of 2009, when I was back to Patna, my hometown from Hyderabad after spending two wonderful yet disappointing year of my life, trying to train myself to reach where everyone else were randomly running.

I had failed to clear any of the engineering entrance exams, which was my key to the next door. I was actually sad despite knowing that is not what I had in my mind.
And I decided to stay back and prepare one more year so that I get through those exams while the world kept moving at its own pace.

That day I felt I am standing among the crowd, waiting for something to which even I was oblivious. But the feeling of just waiting while the world moved didn't go well down my throat.

And that was the time when for the first time, I penned down my thoughts in a diary. It was about what I was going through and yet I knew I couldn't tell a soul because I didn't know how to explain such thing to anyone. I was not confident about my own decision.

Although I started my blog in 2009, I was not regular till first half of 2013. In these years, hardly I have posted anything regularly. As per my estimation, I wrote maximum 10-12 posts in these years.

And I came back to my blog again in 2013, when I was unable to get through my placement drive. In all these years, my feeling to move into writing had grown stronger than how it was back in 2009.

I was sure about my own decision and I knew this was my last chance. Every day I used to share what I was feeling, writing aimlessly for people I don't even know but with a belief that it will somehow strike a chord. And it did. And we are in 2017, with over hundreds of posts and a lakh views and counting, I think I have achieved something. A little but something precious. Something that I can keep with myself for the rest of my life. And that's why I am pouring this out today to make it a memory.

That one day when I look back I know how it felt to achieve a small goal yet feel so happy about it.

Ups and downs are a part of life. We all have our own share of struggle which only we will have to deal with it, irrespective of the time in life, it will keep hitting us. The question is whether you want to enter the battlefield and fight your battle or you want to stand down and do what everyone else is doing. Whether you want to see the reality or you are happy in your own simulation programme.

From engineering to journalism and soon to be a published author, I guess I have faced my own battles and more are yet to come. I will try to keep fighting the battle I have chosen and one day let out a huge sigh of relief.

Till then I will keep meeting you people through this way or another. Stay in touch and thank you for being so patient.


One Lakh Views 😄

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The clock that went forward...

I am standing at a station, but I am not in India. There are people around me, some of them waiting for their train, some waiting for someone but what I am doing here, I ask myself. I am standing behind a pillar, I peek through the side of the pillar and what I see leaves me surprised for a few moments.

I see myself, sitting on a bench with her. I am wearing a black color overcoat and I look a bit older than I am right now. I blink twice. “It can’t be,” I say to myself. She is sitting by my side, she is wearing a white color jacket over her black color top and black trousers. She is wearing a necklace, it has a golden snitch attached to it. It is a Harry Potter themed necklace.

“Am I in the future?” I ask myself and look around. “But how far into the future?” I ask myself again. 

“Can these people see me?” I hide myself behind the pillar. I am trying to overhear the conversation both of us are having. But I am at a distance and I am not able to hear anything due to the murmur of crowd.

I walk a few steps closer to where both of us are sitting and I hide myself behind the next pillar. Now I can hear us.

“So have you finally decided how the entrance is going to look like?” she asks me (the future me)

“Yes, see I have these designs. We can go ahead with the Hogwarts theme or you want any house specific themed entrance?” he asks her

“Slytherin,” she says and jumps out of joy. There is a glint in her eyes. I make a face.

“Okay… let us go with Hogwarts theme but where we get married one side should be Slytherin and other side should be Gryffindor themed,” she says and waits for my answer.

“Yes… I like that,” I declare.

My heart is thumping my chest from inside. “Are we planning our wedding?” I say to myself in excitement. Yes, we always had wished to have a harry potter themed wedding and I am here to witness the discussion between us. “Wow!” I exclaim.

“People should be given a wand, when we complete the rituals; they should lift the wand at once in air,” she says.

“And the food should be named after spells, drinks should be named after potions and,” he says as she intervenes

“But what about desserts?” she asks me

“Ummm… I have no clue about the desserts,” he says

“How about we name the desserts after death eaters?” she says and start laughing.
Her hair has grown just above her waist. She looks mesmerising. I have a strong urge to hug both of them tightly but I don’t know what this is all about, so I calm myself down.

“What about invitation cards?” he asks her

“Ummm… how about a letter from Hogwarts themed?” she says and I think she saw me. I hide myself behind the pillar and wait for some time. My heartbeat is racing like a Ferrari. “Can anyone see me?” I ask myself again and look at the crowd, who seems to be oblivious about my presence. I peek through the pillar again.

“It should be like the letter from Hogwarts with a few more things combined in one. And and and listen na,” she says excitedly as he is checking his phone.

 “Haan tell na… I am sorry. No phones,” he says and keeps his phone in his pocket.

“The entrance of the venue where we get married should also have Platform 9 ¾ written with big bold letters. Wow, I can’t believe we are actually doing this and doing it exactly how we had thought,” she said and held his hand. He holds her cheek and plant a kiss gently on her cheeks.

“And Always….” He says

“Yes… Always should be written too. I am getting too excited. Wow!” she says and jumps out of joy. We may look older but we are still the same. The craziness is still there like it was before. “Few things cannot be changed,” I exclaim.

“I need to go to the loo. Be right back,” she says and excuses herself.
I have a strong urge to go and talk to future me. I don’t wish to know about the future though but I still wish to talk to him. I continue to stare at myself from the future. “I have not gone bald yet,” I say to myself and smile at him.

“You bastard, I never thought looking at you from a distance would be so great especially when you are with her,” I say in my mind and I feel a sudden pat on my shoulder. Oh my god! It is her. The future her.

“Hello,” she says and her face glows

I am taken aback. “You can see me,” I say to her

“Yes, idiot! I can see you,” she says and makes a face.

“Can he?” I ask her pointing towards his direction

“If he spots you them maybe yes. But let him be, lets walk this way,” she says and waits for me to follow her. I start walking with her to the other side.

“You didn’t change your hairstyle? And I didn’t go bald? You wanted your hairs to be permanently straight,” I say and look at the ground.

“Oh yes. I didn’t and you don’t go bald at least not yet,” she says and smiles at me. “From which year you are coming from?” she asks me

“2017,” I say and continue, “Which year is this?”

“2027 November,” she smiles.

“Wow! Did I just jump 10 years into the future?” I say out loudly.

“I guess yes,” she says

“So we made it till here. Wow,” I said

“You had any doubt?” she said and her nose flared

“Hahaha… Not yet but you know how life throws tantrums at us,” I said and touched her nose.

“I know. So 2017 huh, which month?” she asked me

“July,” I replied

“Must be tough out there,” she said and we both burst into laughter.

“It is good,” I said with a big grin on my face

“Do I make it as a writer? We are living in which country? Are you a filmmaker? What we are doing? And how are we?” I start asking too many questions.

“Hold on... hold on… I am not going to tell you anything about the future. Remember, I can’t ruin the party for you guys. You have to figure that out by yourself. But I can tell you one thing that yes we are happy,” she said and looked back at the future me, who is waiting for her while reading a book. We stop walking.

“Listen, I know in the present time I am a mess right now. And you will have to be patient with me. I am telling you this because this means a lot to me and just be a little patient with me for some time. There will come a time when you will be completely lost soon, and then I will have to find you but before that you need to ensure that I am sane enough to go in your search. Because where you come from and what are we into, is kind of messed up. But it will be fine. I am not telling you anything more than this,” she said and her eyes turned moist.

“So can I talk to him?” I asked her

“No. Don’t talk to him please. You only say na it is okay not to know the future,” she said.

“By the way, you look beautiful,” I said

“Are you flirting with the older me Mister?” she said and hugged me tightly.

“I wish to see you soon. He is waiting for me, I should get back. Take care and see you,” she said and started walking towards the future me. She looked back and I waved back at her.

I stood there for some time. I saw them fighting like two crazy idiots in the middle of a station, making faces, punching each other, holding hands, pulling each other leg and their eyes. Their eyes had everything they had to say to each other.

I read the station name again. “I will meet you here. Ten years down the line, I will meet you again,” I say to myself and start walking back. 


Friday, July 7, 2017

Ek Hasi…

Tanushree Mukherjee

Kya dekhe ho kahin?
Unn do bacchiyo ki hasi
Jo chiph gayi this unn nokjhoko ke peeche!
Ek gudiya badi suhaani has rahi thi unki masumiyat ke neeche!!

Kya dekhe ho kahin?
Uss doodhwale ki mucho vari hasi!
Dabbe se dudh na girne ki raahat
Do anjaan hatho ki madad hi thi uski barkat!!

Kya dekhe ho kahin?
Unn do nazuk hatheliyo ki hasi
Jo kanche khelne mein mahir hai
Dur khadi tajurbe ki hatheliya bhi aaj inke saamne phiki hai!!

Kya dekhe ho kahin?
Uss gehre aasman ki hasi
Jo aaj keemti ho gayi
Yeh panchiya apne paro se usse abaad kar gayi!!

Kya dekhe ho kahin?
Uss maasum pencil ki tasveero ki hasi
Jaha tedhe medhe lakeero ne ek kaahani sunaya ;
Dargah aur mandir ko ek jaisa banaya!!

Kya dekhe ho kahin?
Aisi jaani pehchani anjaan hasi
Jo sardi ki oos ki tarah
Bhigo jayein jism ke har ek pattiyo ko zara.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

The Seekers of Selfdom - Part VI

The next morning seemed beautiful for Tamina. She has been feeling low lately and often she felt like a hot iron rod was piercing through her heart. But after reading the letter that Marc had left for her, she had found a new source of energy. She slept holding the letter in her hand at night and when she woke up, she re-read the letter.

Tamina wanted to meet Queen Satyaki, her childhood idol. But she had no clue how she will be able to meet the queen.

“How I am supposed to meet the queen?” Tamina asked Chandrima.

“We don’t get to meet the queen. We are small people,” Chandrima replied.

“But I have to meet her. I have travelled here only to meet her,” Tamina said more to herself than to Chandrima.

“Every afternoon, there is a session with the people. You can join the crowd and hope for the best,” said Chandrima.

Tamina knew if she would only reveal her real identity then queen would never say no to her but revealing her identity means going back to her palace, which she never wanted. She decided to reach Queen’s palace and try before she heads further in search of Marc.

She took bath and changed her clothes, the one Chandrima gave her. She took her sword, covered her face and walked towards the palace. Memories of her past started circulating in her head. Why meeting Satyaki was important for her? It was the only question that kept popping into her head.

She had learnt to fight after she had faced certain things in her childhood. She knew no one will be able to protect her all the time at a very young age and that is when she decided to undergo a training.

No one except her mother knows that when she was 12 year old, she had killed a person, who tried to take advantage of her. That was the first time, she held a sword in her hand and pierced it through the chest of the man, who tried to force him upon her.

It was during summer, about 10 years ago when Tamina was playing in the garden of her palace one fine evening. A man named Vyas, who was a distant relative of Atanu had come to visit them.
Vyas joined Tamina in the garden and asked her to show him what she has learnt from her teachers. 

He asked her to dance while he sat in one corner far away from the eyes of anyone. While Tamina was engrossed in dancing, Vyas came closer to her and forced himself upon her. Tamina was really scared and she started screaming but Vyas held her mouth with his hand and took her behind the tree. He slapped her twice and threatened her if she ever opens her mouth, he will kill her parents and her.

Tamina was shivering with fear and all she remembers is how next moment, she pushed away Vyas and took out his sword and without giving it a thought she pierced it through his chest. Tamina stood there for a while watching Vyas die and she felt good.

She locked herself in her room for days, she wouldn’t come out. She was guilty of killing someone and that day was the day when she was not the innocent Tamina anymore. That one incident had changed her completely. That was the day when she decided to learn how to fight.

Months passed by but Tamina still used to spend most of her time in her room. Her mother tried asking her several times but she wouldn’t say a word and always stare blankly outside her window. 

However, one night when Tamina was asleep, her mother Molly came inside her room. She sat down beside her daughter and stroked her hair with her hand. A lone tear trickled down from her cheek, thinking what has gone wrong with her daughter.

Tamina was asleep but she had been having nightmares about that evening. And she woke up with a jerk screaming. Her mother was taken aback and she hugged her daughter.

“I am here my child. I am here,” Molly said and started rubbing Tamina’s back.

Tamina couldn’t hold on to her thoughts anymore and she broke down in front of her mother and she told her everything that happened that day. Molly was shattered. She didn’t know how to react to this and she felt guilty for letting her guards down and her daughter had to face such situation.

Since that day, Molly never stopped Tamina when she wanted to learn how to fight. Molly knew that the only way to douse the fire sometimes is to let the fire grow. She hoped that one day, Tamina will be able to douse the fire within her and she will be fine.

It was a week later, when Tamina was being supervised by the chief of her father’s army, who trained her, when she learnt about Satyaki. Her trainer told her a story about Satyaki and how she freed her kingdom form the clutches of other rulers by leading in the battle and that’s how the kingdom was named after her. Tamina was moved by the story and all she wished since that day was to meet Satyaki.

Tamina reached the palace, the guards stopped her. “You cannot go inside. Who are you?” said one guard.

“My name is Tanna and I am a traveller. I am here to meet the queen,” Tamina said.
The guards looked at her and started laughing. They started cracking jokes on her. “This is not your home that whenever you wish you can come. This is Queen’s palace and we cannot let anyone in without permission,” said the guard and continued, “Please leave.”

“I want to meet the queen. Convey my message to her, I will wait here,” she replied. Tamina was a princess and though she was not in her real attire, she carried the authoritative tone.

Guards felt insulted that how can a stranger talk in such tone with them. They started making fun of her even more and that was when Tamina lost her cool. She took out her sword and kept it around the throat of one of the guard and said, “If I want, I can slash your throat right here and no one will be able to do anything. Learn how to talk with people first.”

A crowd had gathered around her, she sobered down and took her sword down. Meanwhile, one of the minister Chitraksh had come out to see what the chaos was all about.

“What is going on here?” Chitraksh asked the guards.

 “My lord, this crazy girl wants to meet the Queen and when we told her to leave she took out her sword and threatened to kill us,” said the guard.

“He is lying,” Tamina said in a high tone.

“See, the way she is talking in front of you,” said the guard. Chitraksh asked the guards to be quiet and do their work. He walked towards Tamina and asked her, “Who are you?”

“I am a traveller. My name is Tanna and I want to meet the queen. I have waited ten years for this day and I have travelled a long way to come here. I mean no harm, I only want to seek her blessings. I learnt how to fight after I heard how she freed this kingdom from the clutches of other rulers and how this kingdom was named after her. Please take me to her,” she said.

Chitraksh looked into her eyes and he understood her desperation. “I will try but I cannot promise. You wait here,” he said and went inside the palace.

Tamina gave the guards a disgusted look and showed her swords to them. She smirked at the one who was constantly making her fun and signalled him to step back else she was going to swing her sword and slash his head.

While she was waiting, Tamina reflected on what just happened. She never thought she had so much of aggression suppressed deep within and she was surprised how it all came out. The way she behaved with the guards, she has never done that. “To survive, I must do everything in my capacity,” she said to herself.

Before Marc happened, Tamina was in love with Aksh. Aksh was a foreigner, who had come to visit their palace for some work two years ago. Tamina had no clue he was a mere puppet in hands of other rulers and he was here only to win Atanu’s confidence so he knows secret ways to the palace and other things that those rulers wanted to know.

He came across as a sober person, while people asked Tamina not to trust a foreigner but she did. She put her faith in him after she started spending time with him regularly. Back then, Tamina used to write regularly and every evening near the lakeside she would sit with Aksh and make him read what she wrote.

Aksh always treated her like a queen, and she was pleased that someone could pamper her so much. But she never understood the indications. Now whenever she thinks about those times, she knows what the intention behind his behaviour was but back then she was naïve and she was in love.

She believed that love holds a power that can change the world. She was so much in love with Aksh that she used to tell him a few secrets of her kingdom that Atanu never did. She never thought such situation will ever arise when Aksh will take advantage of her. She wanted to marry him and she allowed Aksh to touch her soul.

But three months later, Aksh had to leave for some work to distant land. He promised Tamina that he would come back for her and ask Atanu for her hand. Tamina was delighted and she agreed that she will wait for him. But Aksh never returned alone. What followed was a troop of army led by Aksh and his alliances to dethrone Atanu.

She remembers that night very clearly. She was sitting in her room, it was during the middle of night when she heard a commotion. She put on the armour and her sword and rushed downstairs to see what was happening. She was told that they have been attacked and a troop of army is marching towards their palace.

A voice brought her into reality. It was Chitraksh. “I have arranged a meeting with the queen and I don’t know why I am doing this but maybe meeting the queen is part of your dream and I don’t feel like disappointing our guests. Please come along,” he said and signalled her to walk after him.

The guards mouth was left wide open as Tamina shrugged her shoulders and smirked at them showing her sword to each one of them, she walked inside the palace.


Monday, July 3, 2017

Ek Udhaan Abhi Baaki Hain...

For all those, who are out there chasing their dream. Don't hold yourself back, keep fighting...

Tanushree Mukherjee

Khwaabo ke par mein udhna chahti hu,
Kuch ban ke dikhana chahti hu,
Rukaavatein kyun hai hazaar,
Kyun koshishein jaa rahi bekaar,

Phir bhi apni kabiliyat ko pehchanne do,
Je bhar ke mujhe larne do,
Taki ho saku kabil main ek din,
Le saku sukoon ki sanse har din!!!!

Pal mein tola, pal mein masha
Kehte hai shatranj ke khiladi,
Agar badal jayein jivan ki paribhasha,
Toh khiladi bhi ban jate hai shikaari,

Apne na chore saath iss pal,
Sath reh kar banaenge jivan ko saral,
Aag pe tap kar main ho jaungi pathar,
Palke mundkar kaat lungi yeh safar,

Na khone dungi wajood apno ki,
Is rangmanch mein dungi saath apne kartavyo ki,
Khwaabo ke par mein udhna chahti hu,
Kuch ban ke dikhana chahti hu…


Sunday, July 2, 2017

When I found my pearl…

I was sailing through the rough sea,
High tides and stormy nights,
When my ship wrecked in the middle,
I was left in the middle of nowhere,
I didn’t know how to swim,
My life jacket kept me floating,
In search of a shore, I kept breathing
Hoping the sun would smile at me soon

The sun never showed up,
But I kept breathing,
Through the chills and frostbites,
I kept searching,

After a long wait, I found an island,
My body regained the lost energy and balance,
I had nothing left but my soul,

Finally, my feet found itself on the shore,
I sat down and uttered a silent cry,
I was alive but dead from inside,
Stranded somewhere alone in despair

I slept through the day and woke up at night,
The thought of me being the prey,
Didn’t let me sleep through cold nights,
And then under the moonlight,
I saw her walking by the seashore,

I pinched myself coz I thought I was dreaming,
But she walked towards me and held my hand,
I asked her who are you?
Another stranded soul like you, she replied,

Her hair played with the wind,
Eyes had their own glint,
Pain she had kept deep inside,
Hiding those scars with her smile,

She sat by my side,
And I felt safe,
I wish I had her arms around me,

She asked me, where I was heading,
I had no clue
She smiled at me and we stared at the sky
Counting stars and searching for food,
We survived with each other through every blow,
Didn’t realise when she came so close,

Now when I close my eyes,
I see her face,
I smile at life for sending her to rescue me,
For I had fallen into a void,
If she had not arrived,
And saved me through those colder nights

We are sailing again,
But there is no fear now,
For even if our ship wrecks,
We know we will make it through,
For I have found my pearl,

Amid the high tides and stormy nights