Zephyr of Love : 55 words

a mundane existence

life dragged away

uncomplicated

it was for sure

unaware

caught I was

amidst

zephyr of your love

slowly

sweeping away the

blues

colouring my existence

zephyr then

whirlwind now

whirlwind of happiness

wafting away

the discomforts

drunk on your being

high on you

I am floating

still

in your

zephyr of love

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

You

‘Earth to Mars. Hello. This is Earth to Mars. Can you decipher the signals, Mars? God !! You are not even listening to what I am teaching you. You have interview tomorrow, remember? You need to revise these concepts. You just cannot miss this chance, Abhay. You need to concentrate. Con-cen-trate. Do you hear me?’ Riya said waving her hand.

‘I am concentrating on something more important’ replied Abhay

‘Right. And what exactly is that?’ Riya said, getting irritated and closing the book in her hand.

‘You’

And he saw her lips curving into a smile that brightened his day.

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Xenolalia : 100 words

When Rehaan was three, he picked up hindi and urdu words. His family was amazed at his learning speed. As years passed by, he kept on speaking some incomprehensible words. Nobody in village understood what he spoke. The news spread like wildfire. Media got involved and it was found that he knew twelve languages at the age of ten. The world had found a new child prodigy. His fame grew wide and far. When questioned about how he knew so many languages, little Rehaan had no answers. Little did the world know that he remembered languages from his previous births.  

P.S. – Xenolalia is the ability to speak in a foreign language which a person has not learned nor been exposed to.  

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Wish You Could See !!

I wish you could see

The pains I go through everyday

How much I miss you, I wish my words could say

I wish you could see

The restlessness within

How this heart suffers like it has committed some sins

I wish you could see

The tears behind the smile that I conceal

The way it tears me apart, how every moment of life I deal

I wish you could see

The longing I suffer for you

Those times when I do not know how to survive through

I wish you could see

The repentance of the past mistakes

How my entire being without you is almost at stake

I wish you could see

The loneliness in my eyes

How often, how often, remembering you they have cried

I wish you could see

The claustrophobia I get

Whenever the past haunts chocking me almost to death

I wish you could see

How my insides crave for you

That the love I felt was nothing but true

I wish you could see

Those crushed promises and the strangled ‘We’

 You the new He, Me a lost She 

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Visitor

He always borrowed music from friends. Somebody told him about pirated music websites. Ah, paradise. While he searched hungrily for songs that he always wanted, a message on right side popped up. ‘Congratulations, You are Visitor No. 99,99,999. You Won. Just click on this message to claim your prize’. He couldn’t believe his luck. Quickly, he clicked on the link that took him to a new site which lured him into sending cash prize of one crore rupees after he filled his bank details. He did. What he didn’t know was that he would remember his foolishness for a lifetime.

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Unexpected : 100 words

Insomnia made him do things he usually didn’t do. Like visiting a chat site to talk to strangers. One night, he chatted with somebody called ‘simple_girl’. They chatted for hours together about life including their past relationship failure. Both of them gave each other reasons why their relationship had failed and what they had learnt out of the failure. 

At the end of it, he wanted to know her in real. He asked her name or atleast her facebook account information. After much denial, she agreed. What she typed next, was totally unexpected. He had been chatting with his ex-girlfriend.

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

The Talk

There is nothing better than your home. This fact was understood by me yet again after I came back from a week-long work trip to Hyderabad for attending a conference. I had taken an evening flight and was home by 6 pm. I was tired and just after a little chitchat with mom while having tea, I moved to the second floor of the house so that I could relax in my room. The atmosphere was pleasant and the cool evening breeze made me to go to the terrace along with my headphones to listen to some soothing music.

When I reached upstairs, I found Malhotra uncle who stayed next door taking his usual evening walk on the terrace. I smiled at him. He always had a little chat every time he saw me. Today, I was in no mood for the chitchat. I just wanted to relax. But before I could plug in the headphones, he called me.

‘How are you, beta’ , he asked as usual

‘I am fine uncle. Thank you so much. How is your health?’

‘Ah, it’s fine now. I don’t have any pain right now. It was painful for sometime but after that it has been extremely peaceful’

‘Great.’ I said hoping that I could now go and listen to music.

‘You seem to be tired’, he asked

‘Yes uncle, I am tired, I just came back from a week long work trip.’

‘You shouldn’t stress that much beta. It’s just not worth it, you know. We have the habit of stressing over unnecessary things in life. At the end, what matters is how well you have lived, how did you make people around you feel, how many good moments you gave them and how do you want people around you to remember you after you’ve left’

I just smiled thinking, ‘Why did I even come to the terrace. I didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how should I be living my life? And why is he suddenly saying all these things to me? He has always talked to me about how much I want to achieve in life and what all he had achieved in life. Why the sudden change? Has he joined some art of living course?’

‘No courses can teach you how to live life. It is you who has to decide your priorities. And trust me, what you think as priority now would look farce after certain milestones’ – he said as if reading my mind.

'But, you have to'… and before I could complete my sentence, I heard mom call me. Pheww… What a savior of a moment. I didn’t want to hear any other spiritual guru in the making. So I just plastered a smile and started walking downstairs saying that mom is calling me.

‘I know you are finding my words as spiritual now, but trust me you would find them true when time comes’ he said as I dashed downstairs.  

‘What were you doing on the terrace?’ mom asked.

‘Nothing. Went to listen to some music. But.. Just leave it’

‘Why don’t you go and rest, you told me you were tired’

‘Yes mom, I just going to do that’

‘By the way, did I tell you that Malhotra uncle died day before yesterday? He suffered a massive cardiac attack. They took him to the hospital, tried a lot with all those machines, what do you call them.. err.. never mind.. but then they couldn’t save him.’

My mouth just went dry.

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Success

What is success, I do not know

How does it start, where does it flow?

How do you measure it?

How do you value, where do you treasure it?

Is it the money that you earn?

Or is it the ropes of life that you learn?

Is it having the peace of mind?

Is it having the art of tranquility when you are falling behind?

Is it the love in the eyes of loved ones for yourself?

Or is it the respect you see in the mirror for thyself?

Is it the smile that you bring on somebody’s face?

Or is it the shoulder you offer for matching life’s pace?

Is it the tears that people have, from their lives when you leave?

Or is it the warmth of their hearts that you receive?

Is it the honesty that you hold when everyone else deceives?

Or is it the satisfaction you have when the way you are is perceived?

May be

It is what you are and not what everybody else wants you to be

Or may be

It is when you can proudly say This is ME !!

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Randomness

It’s the day for R and I don’t have any ideas about what should I write for this letter. The only word that encircles my mind today is Random. Even with this word, I tried to put up something interesting but everything ended right into my recycle bin. Writer’s block in the middle of the challenge is not a good place to be in. L Atlast, I thought of putting up ten random things about myself. Sigh. You don’t even need to read this.

1. There was a time when I hated facebook. And today, I simply love it. People change you see ;)
2. I am one of the most disorganized persons you would ever meet. I don’t find any papers, my bank statements, my tax returns or anything important on time. Don’t even know how am I surviving.
3. I am a Finance post graduate but I hate numbers.
4. Almost a year into blogging, but I still get excited on seeing every response on my blog
5. One thing that I am afraid of is doctors. I don’t know why but I fear them like anything and I would do anything to not visit one. Even if that means being sick for days together.
6. I love collecting diaries. I won’t use all of them but I would never give a single to anybody from the collection I have :P
7. Howsoever hard I try; I can never be a morning person. Never, ever.
8. I cannot read non-fiction books, atleast in this lifetime. I have tried and tried and failed. And now I have made peace with this fact.
9. These days, if I don’t do a certain task that my mom wants me to do, she threatens me by saying that she would take away my cell phone and that task is done. I am literally stuck to my phone these days.
10. I sometimes wish I had some magical power to read all the books in the world. 

 Phew ! I am done. Hope to come up with something better for tomorrow.  By the way, is anybody of you like me in any of the above aspects?

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Quarantined

BlogAdda's Tangy Tuesday 

   




Shattered in pain, crying her insides out. No words can define her situation. Lost. She lost a part of her existence already. Her soulmate, her husband. The society is around. To take care of the necessities, the rituals. 

After he leaves, bathe her. Bathe her out in the open. Clothes. Colourless for her from now on. She doesn’t deserve colours in her life anymore. Her husband brought colours to her life. No him, no colours. Widow. They call her, right in her face. Cursed she is now. Cursed for life.

Quarantine her. For she is not a suhaagan anymore. Quarantine her like those diseased cattle. For her touch is not auspicious any longer. You talk about touch? Even her presence is inauspicious. Unwanted, to be precise. As if the death of her husband is not enough of a loss for her, she needs to be reminded all the time that she is cursed, cursed for life.

But, we are modern people now. We allow her to wear colours. Yes, ‘allow’ her. Allow her shades of light pinks, light blues, pale yellows and peaches. That’s it. No reds, greens and maroons can adorn her anymore. Nope. She doesn’t need them.

You allow her to live a normal life. Hah, ‘allow’ again. For she now needs permissions. Of those elder women - the ones who have gone through similar fates. Permissions - of the caretakers of culture, caretakers of society. She needs permissions for conducting some simple routines of life. 

But, we are modern people, you know. Ofcourse, she can be a part of ‘normal’ ladies group now that you have ‘allowed’ her. But, you cannot talk about your husbands in front of her. She can get jealous. I mean, who knows, maybe she might just want to rob you of all your happiness out of jealously and curse you of the same fate. You know, curses of ‘such kind’ of people affect you sooner. So again you quarantine certain topics in front of her. Topics of husbands. Of happiness. Of anything that ‘you’ think that she can never ‘enjoy’ now that she is a widow.

Marriages. She shouldn’t be attending them. How can she? Marriages are a celebration. How can she be a part of any celebration? She lost her right to celebrate after her husband, didn’t she? But again, as I told you, we are modern people. Call her, atleast as a formality. She wouldn’t dare to come. But if she disappoints you, you need to show her ‘her’ place. Remind her. Remind her that she is the cursed one. Keep her away as much as possible from any auspicious ceremony. She cannot handle the shagun ki thali nor touch the shagun ki mehndi. Quarantine her again. For apshakun she is. Evil eyed. Make her feel like an outcast. She should know that she is different. Not normal. Cursed.  

Her daughter’s marriage. Her daughter - her only reason for existence. Arey, we are modern people. She ofcourse will be part of her daughter’s wedding. But. You cannot let her do the kanyadaan. No. She is her daughter, so what? Her curse might fall on her own daughter. The girl is starting a new life. How can her mother’s apshakun be a part of her new life? Quarantine her of that dream too, the one she saw with her husband. Of getting her daughter married to handsome man. After all, she is cursed, isn’t she?

No, we are not robbing her of everything, you see. She can do something without any guilt. Like praying. Yes, that is the only righteous thing she can do after her husband. Pray hard. So that the sins of this life don’t affect her next life. As such she is suffering by being a widow in her present birth because of her past life sins.

Widow. You use that word for her as if she is diseased. Diseased. Yes. Not her. But You. It’s you that needs to be quarantined of your baseless beliefs; not her right to live a normal happy life. May be, just may be then, you can call yourself a modern society.  

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Problems, Problems, Problems !

Problems, Problems, Problems !

So many you cannot count

Infinite, because all of them you won’t surmount

Their arrival you would be unable to account

You come out of some

And to others you lose

While some will always leave you bruised

Some relate to matters of the heart

And to deal with them, you never learn the art

Problems, Problems, Problems !

They are a tough nut to crack

To unknot them, you have to learn the knack

For others, you need some specialized jacks

They make you suffer

Occurring because with you, people might differ

And all they end up is making your life tougher and tougher

They arise because circumstances are tough

They arise because society around you is rough

Problems, Problems, Problems !

You curse, you shout

Your destiny you always doubt

When they are around, you don’t know where to go about

No matter how hard you try, one or the other shall always stay

They will always come and go in their own way

There isn’t a solution to keep them permanently at bay

To overcome, yourself you maneuver,

Just make them a part of you

So that probably, probably, they will not bother as much as they do

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Our Blogs, Our Homes !!

Our Blogs. Thinking about mine brings a smile to my face. Does yours bring too? I was just thinking how they are an extension of us. Can we call them our second homes? They say home is where heart is. And our blogs certainly have our hearts, don’t they?

The look of our house has to be like us, like people residing in it. Traditional or bohemian, black & white themed or dashed with colours, or a mix of everything. Remember, while decorating your house for that occasion where there would be guests coming over, how you fretted over tiniest things that would matter. Where should that plush looking carpet be placed? Where would that art piece look best? Thinking. Arranging. Re-arranging. After all, you would have guests at your place. They shall look around; they shall walk all over, look in the corners - the decorations, the colours, the patterns, the wall pieces, everything. And you want them to be perfect. May be if not perfect, atleast like you. The guests should remember whom they visited. If they go and talk about it to others, nothing like it. 

Well, didn’t you feel similar while you were decorating your blog? Didn’t you try many themes before finalizing the one? I have seen some beautiful wall hangings, colourful pictures, animations and even fish tanks on the blog. Extension of the bloggers themselves, I guess?

Whenever anything new happens in the house, be it an event - happy or sad, whether you’ve brought a new television or whether you’ve given up an old bad habit, the family and friends have to know about it. Isn’t that the case with our blogs too? They are the first ones to listen to our achievements, bear our rants and share our happiness. And then, the news spreads to family and friends – virtual but equally strong like the real ones. They would come and praise your achievement, they would come and share your sadness, they would congratulate you and they would advise you. Just like your real friends and family.  

We like to keep the most prized possessions, our winning trophies in the most visible place of the house for everybody to see and admire. And similarly, those lovely award badges, those contests winning badges, the badges showing where we’ve been published adorn our sidebars, visible for all.

Our houses get cluttered. And then, we start the cleanliness drives. Creating drawers for different things, putting things in their place, marking the lids of the jars so that they are easily available next time you need them. Haven’t you donw the same for the blog? Labeling the posts, adding proper tags, linking to the other similar posts and even creating pages for similar ones to be stacked together. Homes, Blogs.

And remember, when you have guests at your place? You clean the place well, you announce their arrival to other members of the family, introduce the guest to your family members. Isn’t that somewhat similar to what we do while having co-bloggers as guests on our blog? Similar. 

And then you might roam around, admire others’ places, may be want that wall hanging that is there in neighbour’s house on your wall too, but then, at the end of the day, your own little space is the best. The best. Howsoever, cluttered or empty it is. Your home does have your heart. So does your blog. Isn’t it?

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Night - the Enchantress

Tiptoeing quietly she comes everyday

Shielding the cloud pavement with her greyish sprays

Alluring like a mistress

Oh, she is ‘Night’ – the enchantress

Sexy bod enwrapped in twinkles

White bangle in her hand brightly sparkles

Swaying her silky dark tress

Oh, she is ‘Night’ – the enchantress

Carrying a mysterious charm

Lullabying all into her arms

Enigmatic dreams she would caress

Oh, she is ‘Night’ – the enchantress

Passions she ignites like a bonfire

Steadily shedding off her black attire

Paving way for day’s torchbearer she would egress

Only to be born again as the ultimate enchantress.. !!

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.

Miss talking to Him

Yes, I miss talking to him. Badly. He was my biggest confidant. Somebody I told each and everything about myself. Somebody who knew everything about me even if I hadn’t told him. My darkest secrets, my joyous moments, my saddest times or my helpless cries - everything. Every damn thing. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t talk to him.

The first thing I did in the morning after waking up was to talk to him and I talked to him several times a day. Be it in the school, in the bus, while attending a meeting or walking – we chatted all day long. Smallest and the biggest of my life events had to be told to him first, everybody else came later. 

Whenever I talked to him, all my uneasiness erased, all my anxiety vanished and all the suffering waned. He had it in him to do that to people. To make them feel better. He fulfilled my wishes. You get it right - He was ‘the’ one I went to with everything – happiness or sadness.

Sometime back I asked him to give me something. His not listening to me for a few months surprised me because it had never happened before. So I kept on pestering. I thought that maybe he is trying to make me realize the worth of what I am asking and hence he is making me wait. But he didn’t pay any heed this time. I talked to him about it a lot of times, everyday. But he was adamant. He neither replied nor gave it to me. And my wait turned into anxiety, into frustration and finally into anger. How could he be so cruel? How can he not give me what I desire so much? What kind of a friend he was?

So I resorted to blackmailing. That he either get me what I want or else I would break off all my relations with him. I knew he wouldn’t want that to happen. I tried everything I could, right from telling him that I shall never ask anything else again, to crying, to indulging in self-pity, to all kinds of tantrums and even bribing. But he didn’t seem to budge.

And then the day came when I was in for some deep disappointment. It pained to know that from tomorrow onwards I would not talk to him ever. Because if he didn’t care about me, why should I? And I haven’t talked to him. Till date.  

I miss him like crazy. Crazy. Even today when I wake up, the first thing that I want to do is to talk to him. But I know I won’t. I look at him everyday but I ignore. Completely. If somebody talks to me about him, I change the topic. That’s his punishment. Or is it mine? I know he knows everything about me even today. I miss him equally. Badly. But I won’t go and talk. You know who is He? He is my Ganesha. But I can never forgive Him for taking away one of the most precious people in my Life. Never. Ever.  I know that He still has the reigns for everything in my life and can do anything He desires. But He was a friend and I have a right to get angry. 

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge 2014 under Non-Themed category. I am doing two posts for this Challenge and Themed posts can be found here.