Urgency in Life

You know those people who are good at being old? Some people do it so effortlessly.
I, on the other hand, don't know how to take care of myself.
I forget to take my medicines when I have a bad fever.
I forget the dietary restrictions.
I indulge way too much in the things I like but are not good for me.

I guess, somewhere deep down,
I don't care about live long and grow old.

I guess, this is why I walk around with this life-must-happen-now look which puzzles people.

Come Back

OK, it's been a while since I've posted here.

If you are reading this, thank you for your time and patience. Bear with my rusty writing, its been a while since I've written, as well.

Food so good that it leaves no room for guilt,

Random letters of sweets-nothings on Monday mornings,

The feel of your lips on my forehead in half-wakefulness,

If this is all I can think of to be blissfully happy,
Why is the world drenched in hatred?

The book Lover

After hundreds of books, thousands of plots, millions of emotions and one unforgettable lifetime spent with him; she wrote, with trembling fingers, the only words she could write to him, “I am the beginning, you are the end and we form the perfect middle. I love you."

Words on Demand

So my friend challenged me to a micro-fiction duel. Here's my what I got:

Suggested word: Rust

Facebook

The door creaked and he sneaked in. Inside, belying the musky smell of old age and overwhelming rust in the background, she uploaded a new radiant profile picture.

Suggested word: amazed

Author in Utopia

The clock did its work – it ticked. The pen did its work – it wrote.  The eyes did their work – they read.

The result did its work – it amazed.

 

Suggested word: inception

Open Endings

I fidgeted. I thought and thought again. I cursed. Finally, I knew how it ended. Then again, did I?

Exhausted, I yelled, “Fuck you Nolan! Fuck you Inception!”

Picked up a book and began following a new dream.

Suggested word: smoke

Amidst Samosas, Sweets and Settling

She let the butt drop, stubbed it. Smoke escaping through her nostrils, still, she got up. Fixing her pallu, said, " Beige, let's go give this guy his perfect bride." Beige followed, strutting like her, tail wagging. 

Suggested word: Lollipop

The Park

Dear X,

No I did not like the lollipop. I had a nightmare about it too.

Sincerely,

I am telling mom

 

 

Awkward

"I am in love with you because being me around you feels like the most natural thing to be. Marry me, maybe?" read the note which reached him 38 years too late.

Looking at his sleeping wife he thought how his life had been with her. A frown replaced the smile. A sigh.

Hopeless

Every now and then, I see
Hope gliding through my thoughts,
sometimes glib,
often unabshed.

I smile. 

When I am not too caught up;
with the intrigues of life,
I follow it around - idly;
A voyeur in my own head.

I frown.

And in some lucid moments,
I find, Less isn't too far off.
A stalker,
A necessary companion?

I give in.

Why Dance?

Stranger passing by: You seem to be very happy today, dancing on the street like there's no tomorrow?

Girl: I survived an almost fatal accident a year back. Now, I dance - whenever I can and wherever I can. Because when you die, you just die, You don't get to dance.

M for Murder

The only sadist cold-hearted murderers are memories. 

No weapons, no hurtful words,

They just transport you into the past

And leave you to re-live till death. (And Repeat)

Arz Kia Hai...

Kab roye, Kaise roye, Kaha Roye,

Hum in sawalon me mashroof the.

Aur woh, is baat pe k

hum unki judayee ka gum bhula k

Aasuyon ki kadar kiye ja rahe hai.

Hourglass

How brave do you have to be to live your dream(s)? 

What's important? Suffering? Evading? Suffering in Style? Who decides? When?

Each day she cried. Not because she was gripped by this listless sorrow but for there was never time. The to-do list, painfully and out of habit, grew longer each day. The bucket got heavier.

Monday

In his cozy hotel room bed, he woke up to what he thought was the alarm. It tuned out it was a text MSG from her which would  make the rest of the day filled with meetings, presentations and business bearable:

"Mondays are bluer without you."

Σ

I am the sum of:

• Every lie I lied.
• All my pains.
• All my laughters exchanged for tears.
• All the souls I scared.
• Every dream I gave up because I loved.
• All the broken pieces of my heart.
• All my damned sins.
• All the words I thought.
• Every slap, kick tantrum. 
• All thoughts I worded and ignored.
• All the forgotten drafts in my outbox.
• All the curses I would rather not say.
• All the imperfections my body unveils.
• All the consequesnces I brought upon myself.
• All the books I read and hope to write.

I am the sum of all of the above and yet I nothing more than me.

Things Happiness Is Made Of (vol i)

1. Just up and finishing the last few pages of a book you've been reading over the last couple of days.
2. Hot cup of coffee/tea. Better if you can go 'clink' cheers with a partner.
3. That smile in the middle of a kiss.
4. A breezy ride to work. Colors. Shapes.
5. Sneaky coded messages... "red dragon come in to the hide out spot. over"
6. An awesome song stuck in your head.
7. Finding an old list...almost accomplished.
8. A story brewing in your head, the characters speaking of their dreams and woes.
9. An affectionate message from a furious friend.
10. A warm gooey cupcake.

Why Pinterest is more poetic than Merriam-Webster

Saw this on Pinterest and went '(sigh) I knew there had to be a term for this strangely beautiful state...reminds of the time just before I wrote that poem...."

And then I found this, on Merriam- Webster and went 'Damn, why does everything beautiful, fun or exciting have to end up labelled crazy. "

Which one would you prefer?

Lunch Date

He opened the lunch box she had so painstakingly packed for him. He knew it wouldn't have finger-licking dishes inside. She had just started learning how to cook. Hunting for online recipes for beginners had become her new hobby. He appreciated the effort and he knew he would take back an empty box to show his acknowledgment.

In the final container, he found a note saying:

"I burnt the special dish that was supposed to go into this container and there was no time to start again. Thought I'd pack you some extra love instead.

p.s: I am Calvin and you are my Hobbes."

Turn My Days into Letters

Dear you,

Ours was not how most love stories start. Not with cuckoos singing and the spring breeze blowing fragrant petals on our faces or to be more realistic, not with stolen glances, secret smiles and covert phone calls in the middle of the night; instead, in a gloomy depressing place.

You had found the broken me -the scrap that time had made me into, way beyond the state of recycling. You took me in like a collector takes in, with cautious excitement a priceless antique piece. You dusted, mended and brought back my shine. You made me yours and worth much more than I ever thought I was.

I thought to thank you I would write you a love story.

(Since this world is clearly can no longer sustain a real one)

I wrote something grand and beautiful;

Something that the heart aches for and yet knows to be unreal.

With a lovelorn hero and his beloved,

With all the odds against them.

But all the odds are fought and all the demons slain.

And they make theirs a happily ever after.

You read, appreciated but insisted that we live it instead. So began our ‘Once upon a time…’.

Next, I thought I’d write you a love letter.

(Since the spoken word doesn’t always come out the 'write' way)

I wrote something out of the deepest corners of my heart.

It read beautifully and brought tears in my own eyes.

With poignant poetic words and noble intention promised,

The scented letter lay by your side as you slept.

You read, appreciated and carried on with your day. Disappointed and gloomy eyed, I went on with my day. It is only before I almost found myself asleep at night that I realised that you don’t write me letters you just simply make each day a new love letter for me.

Sincerely,

Living our story,

Me

#LoveAtFirstSight

Note: The following are 5 incidents of  ❤  at first sight.


The Message

They walked through the congested lanes hand in hand. Picking up random books and smelling through the old stained pages, cursing their empty pockets. 

At one of those nondescript stores, on one of those pre-owned binds, in awkward but sincere letters, the couple read, with choked breaths and unmoving eyes:

“This note was supposed to be the beginning of a great love story. But I just learnt that you don’t read. Not that this book is not your favorite book. But that your eyes can only see darkness and from today so can my heart. ” 

The Assassin

And through his steady sniper scope, he could see his victim. Shortly, she would be shot and kill him forever. For in an instant, his heart chose to love, he chose to kill.

She, Years Later

Days of anxious preparations were, finally, coming to an end. A few more words and the ‘much awaited’ would be over. The unveiled new bride glanced through the room in sheer excitement of the moment.

Their eyes might have met then. Someone somewhere regrets that evening to this day.

It wasn't him.

The Rescue

I was drenched and hoping for the incessant rain to subside. It wasn’t a pleasant wait under the park bench. Something caught my attention. Distinct heavy footsteps were closing in. I turned around to see you already bent down, eyes teeming with adoration, arms moving towards me.

The rest is history. We were meant to be inseparable. It’s not for nothing that they call dogs man’s best friend.

The Dream Girl

For the last three weeks, since the first time I saw you in that art gallery, I have lost all desires to live life as I had known it before. All that I could do was to hope that you would at least come to see the artist’s rendition of yourself on the canvas. The art gallery became my necessary haunt.

Today, I met the artist. Today, I learnt that the woman of my dreams rose from the artist’s imagination. That he owned you before I could. That he would, forever. And I… would only behold.

--------------------xxx-----------------------

10 Day "What's on Your Mind?" Challenge - Day 3

What is this challenge all about? Post a status on Facebook for the next 10 days(starting today) and post screen shots of the same.
Keep it 'interesting'. Although originality is preferred, no one's going to throw you to the piranhas if you quote.

Where are the previous posts?

Day 1
Day 2

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p.s: It is quite a lame challenge, agreed. But I am tired of the poor blog gathering dust. Maybe this will get me started with serious blogging again. *fingers crossed*

10 Day "What's on Your Mind?" Challenge - Day 2

What is this challenge all about?

Post a status on Facebook for the next 10 days(starting today) and post screen shots of the same.
Keep it 'interesting'. Although originality is preferred, no one's going to throw you to the piranhas if you quote.

Where's day 1?

Here

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p.s: It is quite a lame challenge, agreed. But I am tired of the poor blog gathering dust. Maybe this will get me started with serious blogging again. *fingers crossed*

10 Day "What's on Your Mind?" Challenge - Day 1

Challenge objectives:
Post a status on Facebook for the next 10 days(starting today) and post screen shots of the same.

Keep it 'interesting'. Although originality is preferred, no one's going to throw you to the piranhas if you quote.

When it's Monday how can sleepyhead be too far off? Today's post:

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p.s: It is quite a lame challenge, agreed. But I am tired of the poor blog gathering dust. Maybe this will get me started with serious blogging again. *fingers crossed*