Be A Writer

“….yea!”

“So what do you want me to become in life?”

“I want you to become a writer.”

“Writer?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“C’mon..! Do you think I’m a good writer who could write down on kinda dramatic story plots, anymore?”

“Yeah! Trust me. You’re good at it. But you don’t know how good you’re at it.”

“To my knowledge, a writer is someone who copies ideas from what he’s been observing from the infinite nature, regardless whether it’s true or not, and explain its meanings thoroughly with the help of any words which are entangled to his insights and fantasies to make it readable for others. Do you really think I’m good at it?”

“Yes! I do…”

“I don’t think I’m….. You know, it’s not that easy like you think.”

“Of course, it’s not that easy like you think. But it would easy for you. Don’t question me further. Can you do what I said? I really wish to see you as a writer. Think how would I feel to be known as your love- as a writer’s love.”

“…may I know why are you saying so?”

“I’m saying so because you know how to write about me. Our love. Our memories. Our feelings. Our emotions. Our experiences. Our life. You don’t lack any words to express it; you already know what you’ve to write down. Why’re you thinking too much then?”

“Are you asking me to pen down about us and get it published for attracting others to share our story? Did you actually mean it?”

“Nope! You’ve mistaken. I told that I want to see you as a writer and hence you must be…. Will you?”

“What if I say NO?”

“If you say NO, then it’s your decision. It wouldn’t change anything happening in between both of us. It doesn’t matter whether you become a writer or not. What does matter to me the most is your love on me. You would always remain as the wonderful hubby of mine.”

“You’re my sweetheart. And I know our life would be more happy if I become a writer for you. But I dare to write on anything other than you, My love. It’s just your thoughts in me that keeps me moving forward. It’s your love on me that makes me alive. You’re my Eve and I’m your Adam, who live to love for each other in our world. We have had faced a lot of topsy-turvy situations and overt chaos holding our hands together in life. Our bond of love still preserves a charisma of that same passion to be alive together. Die together. We’ve been like this…”

“…..lost in love for?”

“I don’t know, My love! But we haven’t shared our story to anybody else within this 49 years of succulent life. I want you and you want me always in our story to make it refreshing for our love to cherish till it ends on that final day of happiness, on our bed, crossing our hands together, kissing you, like I always do, staring at my innocent eyes and dream under our polar star’s sight”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

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Not Anymore… : Part 2

Not Anymore Part 2

Our means of love,

visible in every move,

traces us not to go apart

from a memorable past

to a destined future,

that we sketch over

a wall of white color,

yet to painted 

by our untainted

souls to last to gather…

.P.S. Those who haven’t been through the 1st part of this poetry series, check it out here:

Not Anymore… : Part 1

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Not Anymore… : Part 1

Not Anymore...

She departs away

Mind fades on its way

Where am I?

Can’t I sing

nor do I ping

On her life, a melody

that overset my mood’s

moody face, everywhere..

as long as we’re

living for us to gather..

*to be continued

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Twin Flame

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Silence

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Smiles

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Laughs

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Faith

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Love

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Passion

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Emotions

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Feelings

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All together

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For a flame

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That burns

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At every moment

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In Us

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I Want To Become A Writer

“I want to become a writer!”

“Writer? You mean, someone who lives by selling the craps he’s written in books?”

“No! I never wanted to become a writer in your mindset. I would love to become a writer who loves writing, neither for acquiring public’s attention nor earn some penny for living, rather than doing anything else that makes him happy. I’m not saying anything against their dreams upon me; writing what I’ve in me on a piece of paper using my ink strangely makes me happy. I don’t know why!? It always help me to find out a real flow of happiness in me.”

“Okay! Act according to your wish. But keep this always in your mind that writing one or more books wouldn’t help you to fill your empty stomach whenever you feel like having something to devour. Never follow all those fancy- crazy imaginations in your dreams; chasing your unrealistic dreams in a real world would makes you unhappy at any point of becoming a writer. Don’t compare yourself with all those writers who’ve chased their dreams and became a well renowned writer in the history. Your writings aren’t that interesting for the readers like you think. And you know, this is 21st century; everything happens here for money and a reason. Although you’re 21 year old, you’re still so immature to accept such kind of implicit facts.”

“Okay! I know —”

“Have you ever thought about your future? How it would be if you’re an unsuccessful writer?”

“Nope! I haven’t—”

“Don’t think too much about your craps right now! Earn something for yourself and lead a superb- cool life, Man. You’re not that bad to do it, I think”

“Yea! Of course. I’ve to go now. See ya.”

“Okay! Bye.”

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My Love

I’m in love with you;

that something hides in me

gives a smile from you.

I dreamt of us, last night,

being together in our world,

holding our hands together,

staring at your eyes,

still, to find you in my vibes,

apart from the dusking sky,

kissing you, so many times,

with an utmost passion, and I said,

I love you so much, My love!

PS: It’s not about why do I love you so much, though it is all about I love you so much, My love!

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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