My jeans refuse me to take in. The belly grows along with the the cold weather out. Fats accumulate uniting against me .Inside me. A ...
The mild wind blew caressing their hair. With the direction of the wind, their hair blew softly. At times east , and south-west at time...
The time was then, for them to spend.
They talked bout future and hopes for togetherness. Plans and wishes.
As the playful time went on, giggles and laughter echoed along with the chirps of the birds around.
"What if these plans fail?", she uttered all of a sudden. She had witnesses the downfall of sky-towering relationships and the rumors relating disastrous breakdown of one's fidelity always floated around.
"If you change? and your priorities?". For she knew, seasons changed and so did people. The fear of change had grabbed a portion of her mind and clearing it out was almost unattainable. Fear of being all alone, change in him that would break her down.
"Seasons do, but my heart doesn't. For you, at least.", he answered. Thoughts visited him at times like they did to her,however were far too less when compared . Change scared him like anyone. But he couldn't afford to utter them out.
She had a habit of exploring through her mind. Creating scenarios and outcomes, which for others would be unthinkable and far from the scope of imagination. Spit some words out, something pessimistic, and that would be enough for her to jump deep into thoughts.
Thoughts so irrational, thoughts so absurd.
She had mastered the art of ruining by over thinking. And he knew it better than anyone, perhaps more than her.
"Are you sure?"
He had already lifted his head and was facing her as he said this. Her deep hazel eyes were looking at him , waiting to see how he would responsd.
He reached his hands out and put her strands of hair back which had snaked in front of her face due to the gust. And softly, he kissed her forehead. He grabbed her hands and closed them firmly, locking his fingers into hers.
"Forever", he whispered as the cool breeze was still rumbling and the strong gust of air had vanished away.
Neither of them knew how long 'forever' lasted.
However, what they knew was along with the desire and willingness to be together,that fear would always be there renting their heart. The fear of change.
Work ,stress and horrible bosses. A quarter of a year in office. Just! And i am lethargic. To and forth office, seven working ho...
A quarter of a year in office. Just! And i am lethargic.
To and forth office, seven working hours a day and uncomfortable formal -cotton attire.
The early hours,
The long routes,
The documents in piles.
I wish these to vanish, i wish these to pass.
And in return?
Carefree moments. Silly and ridiculously meaningless.
Those fun enriched frivolous days.
No, i know it does sound childish.
Winter is on its way off , just about to lose its last lingering essence .The dewy grounds are gradually being replaced by sun- kissed h...
And on my way to office , something intrigued me .A picture through the medium sized , not so clean bus windows.
Big banners "Occupy Baluwatar ",bunch of people.The suppressed , the wronged-ones .
Fighting for rights and chanting of slogans.
Every day .Every freaking day !
Is my state paralysed? deaf and blind?
Can you not hear the legitimate demands ?Or see them , the afflicted people?
Their colorless lives ?
And the worn out souls ?
Can you not Baluwatar ?
a lazy dusk. and lazier , the person.Me. A cup of coffee. strong and black. I plead the coffee to knock this laziness out but it seems t...
and lazier , the person.Me.
A cup of coffee. strong and black.
I plead the coffee to knock this laziness out but it seems to struggle.Taking the cup close to my mouth ,
i gulp it down .Another sip added .
will this work against the lazy me ?
I lament over things .Things so small and irrelevant.
But of lately , i am learning to accept .
Of things , bitter and sour,
of feelings , with the worst odor.
of incidents ,
of denial .
ah ! The bitterness of the coffee seems to be working.
I somehow feel fresh.Alive.
And someone just texted me to try out some pavlova.Sounds Fun .
And you !
You , the one drowned in sadness .
The one in tangles and curse,You'd rather stop being a living corpse .
Escape from the torture of your thoughts crawling to live your moments . Moments and their essence , their uniqueness and beauty .
Why don't you leap forward to explore the beautiful life?
Because you can ,
Because life is for living .