Unfulfilled love is the most romantic memory one always keep hold within

Though we believe we have moved on

But the moist-image of our own face in the mirror

Would only reflect love that had has been buried several times.
 

It's a Different Life!!!

Far from home again but this time the spirit is different

then what it used to be.
This time i'm away from myself
Places known only by name
Deludes the name and puts a veil

But i walked as i always did
this time i'm walking to work
Work that i have to learn to perform better
work that consist of stages
get trained,perform,present,learn more
And go on performing

To get trained,i was in Delhi & then in Haryana, with my group
Landed there by flight,got cheated by taxi driver
"Delhi is great",that was our first impression
Reached late at the office, next day
 No one said anything, later we heard the echoes
Met people,more people everyday
Learned to ask just questions
Learned that showing (performing) is more important then knowing

One morning in Delhi,i woke up early this time
Opened the curtains
And there she was with her book
On a lounge dark brown and comfy
 She wore a payjama lose and dirt-white
There were less wrinkles on her attire
Seemed she had good day the day before
Her light-wet hair were floating
She tried to lock it behind her ear
But it floated again like a paper boat
Her face serene as pure thoughts
Talked abt her traits and her modesty

I floated as if i was in love with her
But I stumbled and fell
As it was not possible
Life for me have a different path
And she couldn't be a part of it
And i always knew
That i couldn't be a part of her
Training part was over,we were back to Mumbai
And other groups had also reached
Some were on their way
To present our performance
Then,we would get our profiles & locations
Where and where, we would work
Slowly everyone started heading to their locations
As we know,separation is a part of life
Different lifes that was one for a while
Was separating,
Just because everyone has a part to play
In his life,
And everyone was playing it with a smile on their face
but tears were sweeping the surface of their heart.

Faded green grass,brown dried twigs,moist mud, and sunlight rays subtely pierced our moment and made us feel free to enjoy it together.Lying down apart with folded hands above forhead, we enjoyed the sunbath.

Every rays gave heave to mixed thoughts and you know why that thoughts were mixed.

You silently raised the question to my ear, personal and touching.I felt the warmth of your question but as usual i explained you the don'ts.You are someone,who undesrtands me, better.

I know u care about me ,but u must understand me to my degree.

Then you wouldn't raise any question and feel the way i feel.

I have choosen a path that's best for everyone.

Though it hurts but you say me, how can i be a man without it?

It's nostalgic feelings that is taking over me,

I feel  strong enough not to get withered with those blend of notions,

I have to stay and fight for my cause,

And reason with my own strength

Sometime I like to shout at the highest pitch

Jump from some roof top

And get land somewhere ,where I would be free

Free like the freedom itself 

But at the end,what I fathom ,

I 'm human being with limited choice to opt for,

I can't be free  from myself... and what to say about the others,

Life needs variation what I always proclaim,

So , notions took  over  reasons

And I am heading  back home after year long.

Redressing de Truth

I feel somewhat thrown away from the truth.

Its really hard to fathom the profoundness of such truth.

Why there is lot of such hassle?

And why there is so much of gossips?

Why there are such unwanted differences between male and female?

I feel like to throw myself to some unknown world free of those random truths.

Nothing to yell over or to shout at.

Endless distance to cover , with short steps.

To give  life a chance to redress myself.

Smokes of Cold Fire

I am nowhere but feels somewhere in the midst of wrecked thoughts,
pushing myself to do the same task i have been doing ,
it kills the patience within me,
i feel, as if, cold-fire encircling the soul inside me
trying to attenuate my own self image,
i feel its presence but i am letting it,
bearing the pain with gradual faded image of my own,is what i can perceive
Bloods seems to have changed its course,
It now runs through the veins with dejected intention,
bloods are slowly abandoning my presence,
sometime two drops of blood feels like filling my barren heart,
But my barren heart cries not for blood,
But for soul,which is slowly disappearing
it is altering, unknown by its form
I can't even feel it,though it is occuring within me,
But i do feel the void within,which is increasing with rise of fire-flame
cold-fire,certainly is not my friend,
i can't make out why cold-fire can't be friend of mine
i struggled lot to befriend with her,
But she didn't demur me,it was me who couldn't get along
i can feel the void enlarging,
it's me who made the the room for the void to grow
i nurtured & nourished it to be bigger and painful,
i am annoyed against my own existence,
i am killing myself to reach that far end.

Turn of thoughts

27th August,i was walking through the lane of the lonely pavement of my Department with a thought in my mind.
Only few people could be seen far away from me.Pavement where i walked was wet and reflected the faded images of the trees branches and leaves above it.
Water dropped from the unsymmetric axis of the leaves.Some dropped on my hair,that made way up to my top most skull skin and then down to my ears and some to my face.Above the trees,lighter clouds were visible and the thunder sound was audible too.
It seemed rain had bestowed its beauty again on the earth and made the air around our university better to breathe.
Air seemed to be palying with the thoughts of mine,
it gave heave to a tender feeling of someone's absence.
I didn't know whether the feeling was fragile or genuine.
But i enjoyed the process.Life really starts to go into another step with such tender feeling.
The tender feeling that the air made to heave out was a thought about a girl (name i don' t know, where she lives i don't know,in short i don't know anything about her but the feeling for her was
genuine), whom i had seen three months ago.
Then i had felt something about her (i usually do not get attracted to girls at first sight only) but it was not strong enough.
But that particular day was a turn around for my feeling for her.
Walking through the pavement ,i suddenly got the faded thoughts about her, and the thoughts became more vivid.
I felt if she would be here again,a distance far away, so that i could see her,in some or the other way.Those abrupt feeling was a real booster for me , i had never enjoyed such feelings in my life.
To my surprise,an hour after,when i came out of my department talking with one of my best friend on my cell,i saw someone similar to her a distance away from me.
she was around forty-fifty feet away from me
.As the distance between me and her decreased at a slower rate (as i was glaring at her ,if she was the one that i thought,and she was walking at her pace) her face became visible
and to my fortune or mis-fortune (which i don't know ) she was the one walking forward.(i was not sure whether she saw me or not,as i was standing quite far away from the pavement).
I felt as if i should talk to her.But there arose another thoughts that were,"what should i ask her?" ,"how to start the talk?","How should i introduce myself?".There was also a fear ,if she
didn't show any interest to talk with me.But "one thing" stopped me from going ahead.
And i really do not regret for that "one thing" that didn't let me go ahead.
If i had approached i know that she would not have shown any kind rejection to talk with me.What i know about myself is that,I have always being good with girls and girls too were good with me.
During my school days i had learnt a great deal about girls.I really respect girls for their wonderful traits and the generous feeling that they have within their small-heart.
But there is also lot about them that i do not know.I think that a life time would be less if i go into research in this subject.
But the main headline is that, Life has to go on.And i am not wrong to say that it really goes on.
What i always ask to myself as a second person is, "What is the progress in my life?"
I just answer to this by saying ,"So far good,expecting something more of its kind in some form ...".
What i believe is that life need to have some variation or some spice added to it, in some or the other form ,so that life doesn't get saturated.
And i can bet with everyone that no one wants their life to be saturated.