Midas' touch...

The waves embraced the firm rocks

And tousled the ferns with a subtle touch

The air grew colder, the rains poured harder

Heaven, with His mighty wand crafted an avalanche.

In the midst of Nature’s symphony

There stood I.

Looking up at the grey clouds

How I wished I could fly high!

An enticing shimmer beckoned to me

It was the golden horizon of Love, shining bright.

Magically, gossamer wings crystallized around me

And slowly my soul acquired flight.

Fighting the storm, I flew towards Love

Beyond the murky clouds, Love was the silver line

When I crossed the tempest, I saw your face emerge

I flew, to unite with the Divine.

The blazing rays of your Love kissed my wings

And enfolded my entirety in its radiant sheath

Your touch transformed me into a golden bird,

With the flame of Love glowing underneath.

Frozen in time, fixed in the horizon of your Love

This lifeless bird can fly no more,

Golden wings are powerless,

Only your scarlet love can make it soar.

Flown as I have, to the forbidden horizons,

By you I am now possessed.

Your Love, like Midas’ touch has enchanted me

Love me again; the golden bird would then be blessed.

Break this charm on me, with your touch

Transform the gold to flesh

Let the scarlet rivers flood the heart

Let the scarlet love unleash.

He loves me/ He loves me not...

With the Valentine's day around, love is raving up the Winter air...

I see these cheeky chics around me, planning on the gifts they are to surprise their boyfriend with, the dress they are to wear to make him grow weak on the knees and their superhit plans to make his day.

Twelve O' clock in the morning...err.. noon... I start my Happy Valentine's Day. With a glass of milk. (Cupid chuckles )

I check my mobile phone.2 new messages. From...a "girl"friend. "Valentine's Day is not only for lovers...It's a day of celebration for the dearest of friends too. Happy Valentine's Day! Love you hamesha!"

Urgghh!!!

Friendship Day should suffice for them! (Cupid-"Homosexuality is legal now.")

A splendid restaurant, with crimson walls, and crimson lights, with crimson balloons dangling from them and crimson seats and a crimson rose on the crimson table-cloth... That's a Bollywood movie set for a crimson-cheeked lady, on her Valentine's Day.

I, had only this crimson bedsheet as a momento of the special occasion. And my very handsome, Mr. Charles Dickens, to perform the role of my "Boyfriend of the Day".

The dedicated 1st year Literature student, stuffs her ear-phones into her ears, selects the most romantic song from her playlist, opens MS Word and starts typing. Not a love-letter. An assignment. A week's pending work. To be submitted the next day, without fail.

"Charlie! Look into my eyes!"

Dil se tujhko bedili hai

Mujhko har dil ka guroor

Tu yeh maney ke na maney

Log manenge zaroor

Two introduction lines(just copy-paste any random sentence from the Internet).

Then the thesis statement. A rephrasing of the question.( shift+f7= Thesaures) I know I have a good vocabulary.

"Charlie, you make me fall in love with you, over and over again!"

Yeh mera deewanapan hai

Ya mohabbat ka suroor

Tu na pehchane toh khair yeh

Teri nazron ka kasoor

He looks into my eyes. And the love flows. From his heart to mine.

Hard Times is not indecipherable, after all!

One paragraph.

Two paragraphs.

"Charlie, do you promise me a lifetime companionship?"

Dil ko teri hi tamanna

Dil ko hai tujhse hi pyaar

Chahe tu aaye ya na aaye

Hum karenge intezaar

One alphabet. And another. A word. And another. Erm...backspace, retype. A sentence. And another. And more. TADA! There,the ultimate paragraph!

"Charlie, will they accept us?"

Aise veerane mein ek din

Ghutke marr jayenge hum

Jitna jee chahe pukaro

Phir nahi aayenge hum

Yawn. Stretch. Grin.

Prof.Shaleen Sharma, this one's for you!

You ought to mark me well this time!

"Charlie, tell me you love me!"

I get anything below 18, he loves me not...

I get 18+, he loves me...

If only assignments were scheduled only once a year, like Valentine's Day!

*Cupid, I need a valentine next year, just to celebrate the day! He loves me/he loves me not!

Illusions, etc.

They have cherry-coloured gossamer wings. You can see them rising...higher and higher, flapping their tiny wings. They fly. They reach that fanciful sphere where you had visualised the abode of Desire building itself up. Their wings sprinkle magical dust on Desire, and then, the Desire becomes them...

The house of Desire is ramshackle now!

Cobwebbed.

Eerie.

Like a grinning skull crooning a jittery, noisy silence.

They ascend.

From the cadaver.

They, were the Murderers!

They flap their wings again.

Tiny, cherry-coloured, gossamer wings.

And, they fly.

To murder another...

The death of another thought...

Little thoughts with frail sails sailing in my mind's ocean
I held one of them in my shrivelled, yet strong fingers
And bringing them close to my face, to have a closer look, I sniffed it
A soggy, pungent smell
A pale-ash-blue discoloured colour

Maybe the shadowy sun-rays
And the overpowering moonlight
Or the shrieking silence of words
And the quietitude of the heart's ceaseless drum-beats
Or the dimmed flame of life
And the perpetuality of the soul

It is weak now
Old. Grotesque.
The last strength...to die.

To Myself...

Not in the best of my moods. Felt like scribbling down something,when I remembered I didn't get my diary along.
Sometimes you get dreams...Happy Dreams.And when you wake up,although you remember nothing of what you had seen,you know it was a happy dream.The goodie-goodie feeling lets you know.
And at times,in spite of having a good day,a really wonderful day,you don't feel happy at the end of it.Its not due to the presence of melancholy,but due to the absence of a particular "happy moment"...that one moment presented to you could change it all. But it never comes,never when you really really want it to...

Silly this mushy feeling is...It perplexes me into utter despair everytime.Its almost like walking down an empty lane in spite of knowing there's noone,absolutely noone waiting for you,at the end of it. Like different tales dovetailed to keep the interest of the child till the end,I allow my heart to take flight on its wings of extreme imagination,to comprehend fairy tales of its own... like imagining it would (or could) make it come true!

My river of imagination will flow till eternity,
Avatars of Love have decorated the stream with their legends...
To your Heart they would all pour.
But how do I encase the little Dream of mine,
for you to see?
Will you not let her grow?
Will you not nourish her?...

The rest...is an untold tale,will remain so until the "happy moment" turns to walk towards me...

A song...very dear to me

I was alone at home that day...feeling left out and upset.They were playing this beautiful track on the radio.That was the first time I heard this song,and just fell in love with it! Here goes the lyrics...

I entered the room
Sat by your bed all through the night
I watched your daily fight
I hardly knew
The pain was almost more than I could bear
And still I hear
Your last words to me
"Heaven is a place nearby
So I wont be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you will find me someday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there is no need to say goodbye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I will always be by your side"

You just faded away

You spread your wings you had flown

Away to something unknown
Wish I could bring you back
You are always on my mind
About to tear myself apart.
You have your special place in my heart


Always "Heaven is a place nearby
So I wont be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you will find me someday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there is no need to say goodbye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I’ll always be by your side"



And even when I go to sleep
I still can hear your voice
And those words
I never will forget

" Heaven is a place nearby
So I wont be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you will find me someday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there is no need to say goodbye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I will always be by your side "


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Moments roll on and become memories.Intense ecstacy,anxiety,agony all dwindle with time and new layers of our experiences obliterate them.
They are the words amalgamated with music that bring alive the obliterated,still residing in our memories;people we met and are never to meet again;the paths separated never to cross again;some promises made never meant to be kept,some dreams dreamt never meant to come true.The melody brings back the fragrance of those days;like a rose kept ages ago in the pages of a book,desiccated but the sweet-fragrance still intact...

An eternal solitude...

Murky Earth.

Deep-rooted sorrows crashing on the shores of her heart.

Rains streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Empty of desires.Dreams...surrendered before Reality.

She stretched her hand...the rains plummeted on her palm.

They would'nt stay.Could'nt wash away her clamour.Did'nt feel the same anymore.

Dark clouds,grinning.Horizons,no more visible.

No silver lining for her.No rainbow after the rains.

Hopeless,lethargic,dreary.

Endless torments.Bruised by the agony.

Thunders made her shudder.No hands to clench.

No shoulders to lean on and weep.No consoling embrace.

Could that magic happen once more?Could she again be spellbound by the fantasy?

Another life,maybe.

Another fate.

But this fate?This life?

It was meant for this perpetual solitude...