Regrets of Love

....that's how their story ended up in silence. She walked away from him. He didn't utter a word to stop her; she didn't know that he loved her either, but she knew that she had never loved anybody else, just him. Only him.

A Thread of Her Memories

I peered deeper into the mirror

Her image- she wasn’t there

I cleared my clueless mind

Her change- an unseen shadow

I waited for her, doubtlessly

Her smile- a breaking thought

I stood there, still in agony

Her absence- story of my present

I fell down, not to stand today

Her death- my afterlife.

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Love And His History

She whispers, in silence

For those myriad of sacrifices

Made for him, to be with him

Memories of their lovely days

Flashes in her mind, enlightens

A few naked portraits of his smile

Conquered by a sacred heart’s will

Forever to dwell within their dreams

~

Sometimes, realities are harsher

To cope up with a symbol of rear

View figure of an imperial future

Where she wished for a wonderful life

Enriched with his love in fantasies

But the life ahead of her sparkling eyes

Says it all- that love is a mystery

That his love was her timely history.

~

There he is, all-alone

To think of his love

In unbearable pain

His only wish to live for her

And to rise for her

Even at the worst times

Without forgetting the least

About her- his life.

~

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A Piece Of Paper & My Ink

Those words I penned

were so mysterious ones

for many among them,

not for the one I knew,

an imperfect part of mine.

 

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Lost In Thoughts

Lost In Thoughts Hmm…! Yea.. I don’t know how shall I begin writing this; my mind says, I must pen down this articulate thinking in me now, right now! I always do it whenever I feel so; if not, I would… Ufffff…! Ummm…. It’s hard to breathe even properly.. Heart beats rising up… Overflow of thoughts… Talking to my other side.. Sleepless nights…. Ongoing tension-free studies all because of the University exams coming ahead… Watching The Flintstones, Looney Tunes, Swat Cats; and yes, they’re too good…. Heeding to the tunes (especially Mallu old songs)… Reading short-stories written by Max Adeler, Anton Chekov and all, on mobile via bibilomania… Looking at the gleaming stars in the sky….. Capturing the new rules for another tomorrow… Drinking too much water rather than the regular meals… Spending my time (mostly evenings) being together with the vintage fellas, I’ve: my 1982 model Ambi, and the 1996 model Vespa (under-construction) I bought recently… Hating loneliness and thus acting against their realities, though accepting my happiness.. Wandering in and around an unconditional reality, or behind the normal me. And… It stops there…  Calm down… I ordered you.. Calm down, Mr. Anonymous. Control “myself” from those emotions! Emotions? Eh? Seriously? They’re not emotions. Nope…! That ain’t my emotions. What the heck is going on with me? I’m so… I’m so emotionally..telling about…! Am I? No.. Nothing. Yo! I’m cool… I’m just cool. I have the self-control over me, you see? I can.. I can… I cannot take it. Argggg! Why the atmosphere around me is so apathetic these days? Still… I’m not getting it. Yup, I’m alright! Haha.. I’m fine. Mr. Anonymous is… Holy shit! No… My existence is under the control of that idiot; the one who violated the limits in just a few seconds of time. How dare she had done that competent attack on me? I reckon, I can easily go through it. I’m still breathless.. I never knew.. that I’m not that good. I’m a bad boy; I’m not that mature or sensible either.

– Rahul

I Miss Her

She prolonged her wish

to go for a journey

across the itching-mountain

to get relived from the spinny,

odd means, she has… these days.

I never knew, but I regret

for what I said,

or still unsaid, that day.

I allowed her to stay away,

at least for a few days from me;

the time speak and behave

like a slayer in the mirror to me.

I can’t… I can’t carry this anymore;

I love her, and yes, I feel the annoyance

of being without her..

the void-space she left

for herself out there… 

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One Last Time

Where are you, My love?

I kept waiting for you there..

Again and again..

So long…

To find my other part..

The one I cannot have…

But the one I really wish to have..

I turned back to walk

Still, I waited behind that bridge

Waiting for you..

Waiting for time to stop by..

That cold breeze made me numb

Yet I yearn to see your face

For one last time

PS: Yet another group blogging task together with Jensy George, The Girl With The Scorpion Tattoo. Yo yo! I always feel free to work along with her and let my simple thoughts flow so freely, especially with the romantic stuffs. It’s such a great pleasure to have a buddy like ya here, Girl. I would love to group blog with ya whenever it’s possible. If you haven’t ever been to her blog, have a look, Folks. 🙂

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– Rahul