C - Crap

He:	Don’t you get tired of listening to my crap all the time?
She:	No. Never
He:	I mean I get tired of myself. How can you not?
She:	I just don’t. Not once have I thought that you are talking crap and that I shouldn’t listen to you.
He:	I cannot fathom the reason how and why do you bear me every single time?
She:	I can fathom
He:	And what would that be?
She:	Familiarity
He:	Familiarity?
She:	Yup. The classic – Been there, done that kind of situation
He:	Care to explain?
She:	Well, I know that we all go through those dark low  times when we talk nothing but crap. And you know that you are talking crap but it still feels good that you have somebody who listens to that crap. And besides there are some people in this world whose crap is as important as their intellectual talks.

  

This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge - 2015

 

Manali !!

Thousands pass by everyday

Some days are special though

When some beautiful people enter our lives

And then from our hearts they never go

Dusty bus journey across the city

I hated taking it every time

May be God had on me some pity

And you came and sat on my right

And thus began a bond

That grew every single day

Of each other we became so very fond

It bored me to death whenever you were away

Chatterbox you’ve made out of me

Mythology to movies, from books to boyfriends

Blabbering away we

Non-stop for hours without ends

Every character of each other’s life we know

How good they have been

And how wicked they could go

Been with each other

In times good and bad

Pulled each other up when we were sad

Advice we’ve followed of each other every time

Whether handling some trouble

Or buying that make-up kit last time

A new path you are taking today

And I wish nothing but love and happiness

To come your way

My bus journeys shall be bland without you

Manali, missed shall be you

Coz friends like you in life are so very few…!!

This poem is just the ‘tip of the iceberg’ of the friendship I share with this beautiful and vivacious woman who has made my bus journeys totally worth it. She is getting married today and I am still to come terms to the fact of not meeting her everyday. 

Manali, this one is just a small gift for you on this special day. Lots of love.. !! 

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.

We, the Nocturnal Tribe !!

Oh, it’s that wonderful time

When only a handful few hear those serenity chimes

Lovers to each other whispering sweet nothings

Exes remembering some old broken things

Writers pouring their hearts out

Readers digging a book inside out

Radio jockeys humming into their mikes

Insomniacs and sleep deep into a fight

Students with books burn their midnight oil

Hapless employees on their spreadsheets toil

Security guards on duty, sticks clasped in their hands

Thugs successfully working away somewhere with their plans

Yes, we all are strangers in the night

Bound by a connection obscure, a part of this nocturnal tribe!!

This post is written for the Write Tribe - 100 Words on Saturday 2014 – 2 

Prompt: Strangers in the night.