Kidding,falling,kidding!!

Since times immemorial love has been contemplated as a very mysterious entity that was ever born and has eversince been living its ubiquitous immortal existence. Its the only lesson that we learn at school without being taught,the only air that we can die for breathing in and the only pain that isn't inflicted by any weapon.Love lifts us all.It's the only meaning of life.Love dooms us all.It's the sweetest killer.And the most annihilating disaster strikes on those who think of it as the biggest joke.KIDDING!

Turns out that whatever we preach to the world isn't as intimate with us as what we want to be preached is.We're drenched in love,we emit love and all we keep thinking is that love is yet to knock while we are already basking in it.Such is the magic of love that resuscitates the most reticent ones and silences the most belligerent ones with a swing of the wand.FALLING!

We're nurtured with love and it's very symbol pumps its elixir in our souls.It's the only innate quality we're born with and the last one to be stripped away when we breathe our last.World remains the same,a different mirror for a different identity just sans the love's essence that kept us alive.The biggest paradox takes it's shape,we end at the beginning and love continues to be the mystery that mocks us in the face and lures us into believing and living.KIDDING!!

No regrets,just love!

The first step into adolescence is all about falling in love.Yes.All the other better parts of it that cbse books stress about only step in the latter half.By then most of us already start floating in the bliss that the feeling superficially called as "infatuation" gives us.The first eye contact,the first brush with his hands,the first meeting,the first song that reminded of him,the first compliment and a series of other 'firsts' get embedded deep into our bosoms.Then after a few years when all of them get almost eroded by waves of college, new friends,  works and responsibilities,the ghosts start hovering around all over again.We text them only to find them happy and blessed in their own lives and wonder if there is a need at all to tell them that we still need them.We tell about them to our friends but at a point of time while they continue with their mockery we realize what we did and what we should have done.The "shoulds" obviously have been designed only to keep the regrets alive and sometimes these regrets bring back lot of people together.
She called me up at 3am and as they say such hours are only meant for nerds,lovers,alcoholics and engineers(no doubt!),I understood it must be something either serious or stupid.Insanity was pounding in her talks but only after a while could I draw out sense from them.When someone tells us that they miss somebody,its very easy to say "call him\her then" but we never really understand the reason unless we face it ourselves.Some places hold a special importance than others because we have been there before.And perhaps all we need is the same company to cherish the moments spent there.
She was crying.It had disturbed the serenity that otherwise surrounded her.I could barely console her that time and after two days it happened again with her."The practical problems are rather easy to deal with",I thought to myself.She was a bright student particularly in Maths and 4 years back he had stepped in her life and changed her world completely.Exams back then were all about mugging up and he made her realize that the brilliant results and grades she used to chase would only give her the momentary pride that'd mean nothing in the future.He honed her talents and showed her that chasing a dream could give her way more happiness than materialistic awards.He helped her when she stood at crossroads to decide if she wanted to follow her desires or her parents' dreams.With time he had become an indispensable part of her life.It was the school's farewell party at a mall in the city where this part of her life parted ways with her.I couldn't find out whether it was some small differences over something or some big matter they didn't want to disclose to anybody but it left her devastated.She healed with time pursuing her interest in Maths but upon a recent visit to the same mall the glass around her broke and rendered her on the same crossroads.The best solution anyway to such problems is making a contact rather than running away from the ghosts of past which is what suggested her and coincidentally they decided to meet at the same mall where they had parted ways.

The next day she called me up to tell me all about it."So are you guys together?",I asked."No.Because only after meeting him I realized that I should have understood his concern about me.He wanted to be with me ,not as a distraction but a motivation and perhaps I couldn't understand it that time.",she said."Perhaps you shouldn't have let him go",I said."Aren't the shoulds designed to keep the regrets alive and bring back people together?"she said in her classic serenity.


"IF YOU MISS THEM,TELL THEM TODAY"

When mom said O.K. :)

The end term examinations had taken a toll on me and by the end I was drained out completely.The busy schedule ahead was inevitable.There was no time to go on a vacation anywhere and relax.I came home after the last exam feeling like some great warrior who won the battle of who knows what.At times like these no matter how much you want to talk to your mother or cuddle her,you have to wish that she stays on her toes to cook up some delicious meal for you.Few days passed and my tongue got bored with the regular food.Monotonous pulses and weird vegetables would grin at me shamelessly from the plate and the sight of pizza or some awesome food joints would allure me.Soon I started despising the food in front of mom and the obvious replies started:"Why don't you learn to cook?You're a grown up and you should help me with the household chores rather than despising the food."The more she'd see me watching television or scrolling the phone messages vaguely,the more frequent would be the out-pour of taunts.And the more you get the scorns for something you intend to do sometime in the future,the more the zeal to do it dwindles.And it had diminished within me by the end of holidays and I became a stern believer that the mistake was mom's.Then the one day arrived that she had labelled as 'raksha bandhan' on the calender.Mom said that she was to go to her brother's for a week and I and dad had to look after the home and ourselves.After a brief pause all I could say was 'O.K.'. Some legendary people invented some legendary words like O.K. to sum up the agonies that people like me in the future were to deal with.So mom went away and the same day dad's guests arrived and I was blown off completely.I desperately wanted them to leave soon.I made tea and stepped in like some bride-to-be with a tray and dad started introducing me to them.I stood poised smiling like an idiot and waiting for them to gesture that they are going to leave.But they kept on chattering and my dad couldn't help asking them to stay for dinner.Formalities,they only arrive when they're least required.I felt like the hell breaking loose on me.I was deft with the tea and snacks but I didn't know how to cook!Suddenly the phone rang on the kitchen slab.It was mom.Before I could utter anything she said,"The food is stored in the refrigerator and you just have to make chapatis.It is your responsibility today.Do it well."I beamed with happiness much like the kitchen's tube-light and did as she said to save the day.In the days that followed I realized how every bit of the house needed to be taken care of.I couldn't find much time to sit idle or sink into negative thoughts(which I had otherwise become accustomed to ever since the holidays began) and it somewhere resurrected the zeal to cook in me.I'd browse for simple recipes only to end up with a dozen of complex ones and it was then that I realized that in a bid to solve the complexities of life,the world had rather stopped paying heed to the simpler issues.We have so many friends and strangers to care about these days that we simply forget our duties and responsibilities and most importantly love towards our parents. The work along with studies gave me enough stress to get sleep soon as I'd lie down rather than wasting time waiting for the sleep to take me in its arms.Sometimes it frustrated me and dad when we'd look at the number of things in need of our attention but it only made me love my mother even more realizing that she single-handedly used to handle everything without complains.Soon the day came when mom was to return.I cooked the lunch myself with as much precision as I could use to make it perfect for mom.She came and settled for a while.Then she went to the kitchen to cook something thinking that maybe I and dad were hungry but found out that the supper was ready.She tasted it and then she hugged me.She had tears in her eyes and so did I.After all no family moment is complete without someone getting emotional.I apologized to her for my ignorance and disdain towards the household works.She smiled and after a brief pause she said,"O.K."



"LOVE YOU MOM :)"

Angels and idiots! :p

It was raining.I slipped my bag in the scan section and went to the frisking section.Cool winds blew past my hair.I picked my bag and started to climb the stairs to 'towards Noida City Centre' platform.The train was to arrive in 3 minutes.I looked down at the road from the platform.The nature's green had perfectly blended into an otherwise busy city.At a bus stop,grinning with every brush with the pleasant weather ,was my friend.Tall,fair and green eyed.He put a register over his head in a feeble attempt to keep himself from getting wet in rain.Then all of a sudden he looked up.It was quite a distance.I couldn't know if he was able to see me from down there.Suddenly my phone beeped.It was a message from him saying,"Heroine!What are you waiting for?Prince charming to fly from heaven to you?!Go before I start screaming your nickname :p."It brought a smile to my face.I closed my eyes and said to myself "College life is about to come to an end but this is the friendship I wanna keep till the end of my life."
We enter the college life like naives ,innocents  and ready to follow every hand of friendship that is extended to us.The first day with completely new creatures to start with,share the lunch with and little laughs with seems so picture perfect but by the end of college life, every face is unveiled including our own.The group that looked so like a family in the second year turns out to be the web that we start escaping from,the strangers paradise where everybody has problems with everybody.No college life includes just happy moments.Perhaps if it did,it'd rather turn out be dull.Every moment defines who we are and who our friends and foes are.You may have been absurd concepts to each other in the beginning but by the end of it all you know this girl/guy is the God's angel to you who'll forever stay with you in your heart as your best friend.And its not the pretty face love or cupid love,its probably the love that no one on this planet can define,the warmth that no other soul can provide and the stupid giggles that no one else can share.
You may have suffered the wrath of the most monstrous teacher,got suspended for daring to pee in front of the warden's door just to win a bet or been betrayed by the person you loved with all your heart,but the moment of sharing it with this buddy is all you'll cherish throughout the days after college.He knows what annoys you the most and he'd very intelligently bring it out when you have your worst moments only to deviate you from whatever is bothering you.You may have hidden your deepest secret just so that you don't sound stupid before your classy friends but this is the buddy who'd utter the same story and make you say "I thought it only happened with me!."
The best friend is not the one who'll suggest you the perfect solution.He won't solve your problem because its yours and perhaps then he'd be genius,something that just describes his brain.He'd make you believe that the world is still the one you lived in before the problem occurred. He'd make you habitual of living without its fear and you'd see the problem diminish on its own. The  college life may be the hell you are desperate to break out of  but its worth a thanks if it blesses you with such great friendships to last forever.

The thoughts were brimming in my mind.The metro arrived.I entered."Got to reach home and start studying for the test tomorrow"I said to myself and suddenly it occurred to me that my notes were missing.I rushed out of the train and the doors closed missing me by a fraction of a second.It was a close shave.I looked down at the tall,green eyed stupid and screamed."Gimme my register.Idiot.!!"

The result wave

The good,better and best never looked so distinctly categorized.Only few weeks ago everything seemed so calm as sea, anxiously contented,but now as the huge result wave swept away all that pleasant scenario ,the exam result is all we are left with as our ID cards.No matter how hard we try, we cant refrain from asking each other this notorious question on d-day that "hey,how was your result?"As if that could change our own result but as a matter of fact it does,metaphorically,for better or for worse.There are the nth time toppers,the unexpected outshiners,the parents' prides,the whiners,backloggers and other groups that everyone labels at the back of their minds.Yeah,no one wants to console an evergreen lamenter or congratulate the one who they left far behind in the previous result but in turn scored better this time.The day that started with a usual morning,got halted by an unusual event,resumed by some condolences and congratulations always ends up with some resolutions that we make to ourselves.Next sem is my battlefield,I'd work as hard as possible next time etc are some promises that get scribbled in personal diaries.And facebook ofcourse gets flooded with status updates as if each pixel of the digits making up that result contained a 24*7 dedication and utter devotion and toil since the beginning of the sem. Undoubtedly some expectations break,bonds crack,rivalries become worse and feathers get added but its time we should finally ponder upon some vital thoughts that often dissolve in oblivion as the times passes by.Are we still continuing the cliché of chasing only the sensationalized? Are we still stuck in the rat race?Have those pixels making up the result actually obstructed the way for innovation?Food for thought!!

You can count on me

"But I didn't drink that much,trust me I am all right Nitya" said Palak holding on to her shoulders with her fingers digging deep in Nitya's jacket.For a moment ,to her, the walls of the hostel had melted down on the stage set for 'the superstar Palak' to address a huge roaring crowd.She stopped and lifted her hands and screamed "Yes I love him.I love Rohan and I'm crazy about him.So damn crazy....Rohan!!!!!" Her scream caused some doors to unbolt while the girls in the corridor looked on anxiously.Nitya quickly unlocked her room thanking God that her roommate had already left for home and pushed Palak inside who was trying a dance step on one toe.She hurriedly shut the door behind her.Palak bursted into giggles.For a moment Nitya found it hard to make out if Palak was actually drunk or just pretending.Palak stood before the room's mirror trying to pout and adjusting her short black dress in the right way for a perfect pose."Nothing has changed.This mirror is still the same and I look super hot as always."Nitya called up her boyfriend for some help on controlling a drunk girl as she had had no experience of doing so.

Meanwhile Palak wiped some kajal off her enormous eyes that had long obscured the truth that had kept her from crying.As Nitya ended the conversation and placed her phone aside Palak started crying sitting on one corner of the room.Nitya helped her get up and laid her on bed.Palak started murmuring "Rohan doesn't love me yaar....he texted it...said Palak don't get me wrong.....you...nice girl but ....we can be friends....He friendzoned me....." Nitya removed her stilettos and whispered in her ear to take rest as she was tired."He friendzoned me." Palak replied."Why cant I have him yaar,why cant he be mine.Why does he love her and not me?" Nitya plucked some cotton balls kept in her cupboard and wiped her tears that deteriorated an already ruined make-up."Don't worry Palak.Everything will be all right.Just go to sleep like a nice girl."Nitya said to assuage her."He friendzoned me.I cant have him." Palak kept repeating it for a while.Nitya kept her hand firmly on her head and moved her fingers through the curled strands of her hair to make her sleep.She then called up Palak's parents looking at their missed calls and assured them that Palak was being safe and was staying at hostel for some work that night.Sensing that Palak had finally fallen asleep she covered a blanket over her and went on to lie on her roommate's bed.

It was an unusual time and Nitya couldn't have ever imagined that Palak would be in such a miserable condition.Only after she got a call from her boyfriend did she muster the courage to step out to the place where he had seen her and brought her to her room.She gazed at the girl sleeping on the bed next to her and remembered the wonderful time they had spent in the past,hanging out at places and clicking pictures.She still had them in her laptop only that now all they reminded her of was the fight that had taken place between them on petty issues.Surrounded with all these thoughts she dozed off at 4 in the morning.

It showed quarter past 11 on the digital clock.The hostel maid had knocked the room twice for daily room mopping.Nitya woke up suddenly to  the knocks and looked at the bed next to her.It was nicely tidied and looked cleaner than Nitya could have ever managed to make it.Palak had already left sticking a smiley face with THANKS written on it.Nitya's phone flashed 1 message from Palak that she had sent before leaving.

"I always wondered why he loves you.I guess I know it now.There cannot be anyone better than you.What are you made up of?What supper nourishes you with this goodness?Didn't it hurt you when I blatantly spoke about loving your own boyfriend?Didn't you feel like slapping me hard?After all these days of knowing how bad I was speaking about you to people,didn't your conscience keep you from letting me sleep on your own bed?Had you not arrived at the bar yesterday the strangers I was dancing with could have done anything to me.I probably wouldn't have survived.You have endowed something on me that I will never be able to pay back.Apology looks too small if I try to estimate how bad I have been to you but Nitya I am sorry and I promise to make up for it all to you.Thank you for being there and I love you.:)"

We all have at least one friend that we can count on no matter what and in any situation or phase of life. Friends, take some time out to realize their values and thank God for blessing you with them and don't lose them on small issues because life actually becomes difficult to live without them.Take care.Live and enjoy.:):)

Valentine's day special #3

As her steps neared the stall something queer distracted her thoughts.Some girls were walking around carrying the same kind of rose as Mayank had gifted her moments ago.Her eyes ventured into the scene and stopped only to find him giving roses and wishing all female freshers.This was it.The answer to all questions that were fiddling with the peace of her mind.Probably he had an extra stock out of which he had cared to give one to her out of courtesy or mere formality as he had kept her waiting for long.Her happiness turned to disgust over the sheer investment of curiosity into bare 'nothingness' of the situation.Thats what Valentine's day does to many singles every year.A false hope to cherish upon and a stark reality they can never change no matter how hard they try."Maybe this day wasnt for me.Maybe true love is only for movies and I had been so stupid all this while."She thought to herself and stealthily moved and handed the poster to some guys to hang.Mayank was too busy to even notice her.
It had been a hectic day for Meghna handling all the event work and the stall surely was a big hit among the freshers.Her phone had temporarily been flooded with congratulatory messages as it had been her sole idea.Atleast they kept her tears from falling and rejuvenated the smile that she faked fairly well before her audience.
It was bedtime she had saved for reading the messages that she had missed earlier.As she scrolled through them ,she found one from the same name that had earlier too enticed her whenever it knocked her phone.He had messaged her in the noon and it was the first time she had missed his message.She checked it.He had written "How did you find the rose?"The rose had been stuffed into her bag with the intent of never popping out lest she remembers this day that was to get over in about 15 minutes.She replied "As beautiful as the dozen of girls you presented it to found it."She was good at this,she thought to herself.Mayank replied "Yours was a bit different had you cared to observe."This made her think.She hurriedly reached her bag and found the hideous rose.It had something peculiar about it.She unwrapped it to learn that the rose was an excellent orygamy work and there was actually something written on it when she unfolded it.She sat down as she read it...
"Always knew you're so dumb that you would reach this only when the Valentine's day would be nearing its end.But I hope that I make your day by telling you that you're the best best thing that ever happened to me and I cant think of a single day without you.I love you Meghna.Now would you make my day by accepting this proposal??"
Meghna was into tears of delight.All this while she had the rose but didnt even look at it.Mayank had actually planned it well and she quickly called him up to tell him that she loved him.
Lets just rejoice with the love that surrounds us this Valentine's day.Life indeed is meaningless without love and love truely is the language of hearts.Stay happy.Stay in love.:):)

Valentine's day special #2

Meghna burst into giggles when she recognized that the man dressed as a cupid with a big stuffed heart-shaped belly walking towards her was none other than Mayank."Its for the publicity of your stall Meghna,see I care so much about you!"Ofcourse he was kidding and she knew it.He had cracked such flirtarious cliched dialogues previously too so they didnt make even a speck of an impact on her already injured heart(,well not that they intended to).After wriggling and wrestling with his enormous costume he finally mined out the clothed poster.It brought a motherly smile on Meghna's thin lips as she had put a lot of efforts into its making in addition to arranging the best chocolates for the freshers."And here's something I brought for you.."Mayank picked out a red rose neatly wrapped with a transparent sheet with a handsome bow made of pink ribbon providing the glitters."Happy valentine's day!" He said courteously.
For that moment Meghna stood frozen trying to flutter away the thoughts that this was the moment and she should probably give him a warm,affectionate hug but he intervened again saying "hey I need to go help others with the stall,so cupid says BYE!"He dissappeared with the blink of an eye and Meghna was left boggled.
After few minutes of utter confusion she stepped out and started walking towards the stall to hang the poster.Beautiful,high tides were already rising in her heart and she wanted to stop and stare endlessly at the rose that he had presented her.Thinking that he had specially purchased it earlier in the day just for her lit her face with a magnificient smile.Did Mayank want to confess his love but couldnt due to lack of time?Or did he only want to express that he shared the same feelings as her through the rose?Her mind worked deep into the contemplation of the rose while she walked down the stairs and entered the lawn where they had set up the stall.
(watch out for the part3 of the story on valentine's day):p

Valentine's day special!

It was the usual recess of an unusual day.Meghna,perched to one corner of a large hall,was drowning in a pool of her innumerable thoughts.Like an ocean wave,that would give rise to another on reaching the shore,one thought would protrude from another.But it was Mayank who'd come sailing to her,on each wave.She had no clue on the first day of her college that this would be the guy she'd be waiting desperately for on Valentine's day two years later.Never had she admired the red and pink colors that had flourished in the gift shops and toy stores or the classic love stories that her girlfriends would go gaga listening to making frequent "aawwwwwwww!" sounds!And Mayank was quite her ilk! But that wicked smile that he'd flash when he would annoy her with a prank had with time turned into the most charming smile she had ever seen.Her late night conversations with him had apparently become the most anticipated part of her daily schedule.But lately his nonchalance to her thoughts and whims and late replies had started giving her insinuations to his lack of interest in her.She'd often remain confused,remiss towards real issues regarding studies or family or friends and find herself basking in her thoughts about him.So today was just a usual day but with an unusual label 'The Valentine's day' and she was waiting for him to hand over the poster to invite freshers to their 'valentine's day chocolate stalls'.Meghna had been very busy with the event the success of which could catapult her out of her 'mayankly' thoughts to better aspirations.She was wondering what was taking him time when someone stepped in.
(to be continued obviously ;) )

Say it!

You may call me politically incorrect if I begin by saying that the one who endures a crime is worse than the one who commits it and no matter how much you try to obscure it with the ongoing political examples,you can still recall the big boss viewers condemning Tanisha staying mum on Armaan's whims and tantrums(and of course anger) that were very evidently directed towards her.Hence it would be inappropriate to look at it merely through political glasses because we all face it in our daily lives.There is a haughty Armaan in each of our lives and we stay mum to whatever he does due to a cloud of perceptions of consequences that we create and apparently dwell in.We dont resist it at first for courtesy issues doing what we allow the other person to feel free to subject us to the same ordeal any time.This person mostly turns out to be the one who is very near and dear and sensitive so we become ostentatious in the situations in order to maintain harmony not realising that it all piles up somewhere.Our world has windows and gateways to address practically all issues if not to solve them alone.Just a couple of days back I was enjoying my favourite coffee when I received a call from a friend.Terrified,as her voice, was what the ripples in my peaceful coffee changed to.Her best friend at college had become an absolute nuisance in her life and had frustrated the hell out of her.There wasnt a word that she uttered that didnt narrate her anguish and I kept listening patiently thinking it would calm her down if she vented it out on phone.But at the end,though she disconnected abruptly signifying that she had vomited it all,I regret not telling her the right solution.You can always come up with a trick that could implicitly convey it to the person that you dont like the present state of conditions that his/her deeds have intentionally or unintentionally led to.But thinking of it spontaneously is not practicable always and if the perpetrator is invariably dumb to your tricks,you may not succeed then.The only solution left is to say it with a straight face because once it gets to their head then another shot at making them realise it some time later would become an easy job.All you need is a correct choice of words and a continent temper that you can sprinkle at the right time.Puff!!Burst the cloud because no relationship survives on only one's efforts.If your deploration or resistance strains it then so be it,may be it wasnt meant to be.But you must not refrain from keeping your viewpoint clear to them.Your peace of mind is as importance as their so follow the old but gold logic-Live and let live.Stay happy.:):)

A new way of life

Pouring down from the ocean of a fluid strange
Into me was the colour that sparkled a change
Wearing that the ocean packed in me
And I opened from the mind to see
It was its joy,its sorrow,its pain
And then I closed my eyes again
As bright patches began to talk
The ocean tensed to unlock
Soon I could see its radiance bloom
And myself reaching beyond my room
Beyond the places ever known
Beyond familiar faces it shone
The zenith of soulful atmosphere lit
Crossed beyond oceans,nothing with it
Waves as if in search of a shore
Emerged beyond,that were sparkles before
Merged together to mist the greed
I was everything,everything indeed!
With its eyes,its life-its fluid strange
In me its colour sparkled a change.

Miss Huge Glasses

The metro train left rajiv chowk station.A herd of people had flooded into the compartment.The next couple of moments were spent in great discomfort.Tired of standing and some sick lady blurting out loud on phone I decided to look away through the glass.The sunlight shined on a distant Gurudwara's canopy.It was going to be a brand new day.The metro arrived at a relatively uncrowded station.My gaze dropped down to the floor as I saw two handsome black boots step in.My eyes moved up with a blink and I saw this young woman,taller than me,with big glasses exaggerating her enormous eyes.Her long hair were were neatly tied up and each strand stood like a disciple,loyal to its braid and so must have been the person she was talking to on phone since she muttered orders in a hurry (reminding me of M. from Bond series!).
I had to get out at the next station and she stood beside me ready to surge out while texting someone in a fury.I peeped into her Samsung Grand screen and read a few texts to infer that she was asking her male friend to not let Meera leave the platform before she arrives.
We stepped out together and she rushed to the bench there where a girl lied listlessly and a male friend seemed to be consoling her along with dozens of onlookers.As I approached the spot what sounded like an obscure sound cracking the silence of the platform turned into the cries of this girl.Each moan,each distorted sentence and each tear that her gallant eye lids shedded spoke an endless story of the trials and tribulations of her life that instigated her to think of ending her life by jumping in front of the metro.But thanks to Miss Huge Glasses' correct prediction,her life was saved.She knew Meera would be thinking of it given ger state of mind and asked her friend who lived nearby to rush to the platform and stop her from jumping.She hugged Meera tightly and spoke,"When I am here for you,you dont need to go beyond your precious life to solve your problems."
Meera's painful cries had shaken me to the core so much that I had to take a moment and look away somewhere.I looked at the sunrays reflecting from the trees and recalled what I had learnt from them.Every day is a brand new beginning,a new opportunity to make life better and a new perspective to everything that's going on.Past might have been painful,present might be pathetic rendering you pensive for future but no one has known the world fully.We are all frustrated somewhere of something deep down inside.We've all got some burning grievances and scars of some bitter moments but there is a God who sits above somewhere who has seen it all and already laid out the route to reach us to our aims.Miracles do happen and so would you witness them happen(like Miss Huge Glasses saving her friend on basis of an intution) but only if you decide to never lose hope.Every problem,my friends, has a solution that changes your life but without ending it.Stay happy stay alive... :):)

Unwanted but cherished

In a marshy land it must hv bloomed
The lotus when our stars knocked
With a bond dat no gud heart dreamed
The petals without nourishmnt cropped
Day by day with a pink it coloured
A face with a mysterious glow
A melody we didnt know we played the lotus
Happily swayed vd d autumn's flow
By now its pink the others watched
We smiled n the pearls splashed
'if only twas meant to be'
Before it cud ever b snatched
Splashed n melted but only to crush
But stars keep changing anyway
When the autumn calls the hearts so naive
The lotus vl b born that day

Tears too are used to you

Everyday they peep
In my world
One corner to the other
They wait eagerly for the doors to close
'Cause they don't want to fall down
Not any more
They cant stand the rain now
It doesn't please
A heart that is so still
On the crossroads where u left
On woods we scribbled
On benches that saw
Divine was what bound us
It doesn't leave my pulse
They don't leave my eyes
Tears too are used to you

Love and its side effects

It triggers tears....it surely does when comes in its fierce form....it can make you do what you can never imagine you would have done for anyone.....make you stare at a person no matter how normal his face or temper or activities might look...you can feel the tides rising and falling in your heart when you see the person,feel yourself wanting to talk to him for hours and hours...looking at the phone waiting for that one text message from him...and spending several nights thinking what he liked or didnt like about you or why he said whatever he said in some previous conversations...you want him to turn around and look at you when he is walking away..you listen attentively when someone calls his name...you cherish even a small touch from him be it a small handshake...you want to start and end the day looking at his pictures in your phone...want to zoom in at his lips and eyes....you cant delete his conversation without reading it once....you give special attention to things related to him like the places you met or saw him or his college bag or vehicle he drives...
But yeah when your love doesnt love you back is where the story takes a twist...it triggers tears when comes in its fierce form...when you are forced to accept that all this while you were going crazy for someone who cant be yours....you might have dressed up well but you were just any other fool in love for him....that's the time the cloud of love and affection bursts and all you start looking for is a place where you can just dump those tears off...you become hideous....you run away from reality to the same place which gave you all those dreams and expectations but find the doors closed...you smile at seeing couples but cry from inside because you cant be with him like that....love makes you praise and groom yourself in the beginning but can also end up making you hate yourself....feeling trapped within yourself and not knowing how to live life like you used to...such is the power of love and no matter how much a seemingly practical person may deny but everyone has gone through this phase atleast once....its a potrayal of your own heart..love is how you percieve it in your heart...:):)