He was waiting
To live a dream,
In the dream castle,
With her as the queen..
She was waiting
To move through another day,
Wondering whether her dream
May or may not come true..
They met!
He couldn’t describe
The castle-to-be-built..
She couldn’t believe, yet,
Whether the dream becomes reality..
A leap of faith..
From both of them..
Into eternity..
The all-knowing time
Still laughs and waits
To reveal only when it intends..
Without even a nice hint!
I was referred to a musical adventure by my friend Colin (@ http://www.meandray.com). Thanks once again for referring that beautiful song..
This music of the song spoke to me of a tale.. And while I started replying to thank, I started describing what vision was painted from the music.. The description sounded sort of poetic just like the music.. I loved listening to it and as well writing it..
The musical adventure is by Emerson, Lake & Palmer
There are two pauses in the song and the following is for the music between the two pauses..
He is wearing a tuxedo
She is wearing a gorgeous blue dress..
The blue, as in the shade of water
As it appears in the midday,
When clouds rest in the laps of mountains
And leave the sky to have
A hearty and uninterrupted conversation
With the Vast deep ocean..
He is sitting on the garden
Next to the shallow region of the river
Water flows softly with a mild melody
As it speaks sweet nothings with the wind..
She hears him on the piano
She understands that it’s for her..
She has to cross the water to reach him..
She takes each step so stealthily
And with the minimal of noise
To give a surprise as well as
Not to disturb the serenity of the moment..
As she reaches him, she blinds him with her hands
And he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in front of him..
She laughs heartily without any single worry..
For she is in his hands..
His face brightens up seeing her laughter..
He kisses her playfully and it grows on to be passionate..
As they both lose themselves to each others embrace..
When they hit back earth,
There is some unnamed happiness,
Beyond description, reason or point..
They start dancing..
The Slow and sensual salsa..
They revolve around each other
Drunk in love and the other..
The tunes change,
The moods change,
The beats change..
The dance too changes..
As time flows,
It seems to be long way from that day..
Something has broken them apart..
They could neither leave
Not be together with the old giddiness..
And the lyrics speak again
And the trance comes to a close!
He’s not you,
For he could not
Make me blush,
With a single stare;
Make me giggle,
With sweet nothings;
Make me wiggle,
With a single touch..
He’s not you,
For he would not
Make me feel,
Unloved and used;
Make me crouch,
In fear of next blow;
Make me afraid,
For the walk out moment..
He’s not you,
For he might not
Make me yearn
For little more TLC;
Make me wait
Forever to propose;
Make me live
My life without love..
He’s not you,
For he would
Show, tell and express
Love in all ways;
Hold, hug and kiss,
To melt away my misery;
Pickup, patch and keep so
My heart forever..
Yes, he’s not you..
But he’s mine..
This is again inspired by Karthik’s Post, She’s Not You! .. Check my previous add-on post here!
I am falling in love! With words and with collaborations! The first part was introduced to me as scribble and was advised to forget after reading.. But in line with breaking rules, these lines have travelled deeper and I couldn’t forget it that easily and inversely it has prompted me to add my scribble (which is the second part) to those lines.
An addon
to collaborate;
to cremate;
to celebrate;
to cherish!
Now you are presented the graffiti and you are welcome to add your two cents.. (We could use more than two cents.. So please be generous.. 😛 )
And before I could leave you to enjoy the poetry (and / or to prepare lengthy curses) I request your attention for few more seconds..
The inspiring-heart warming-touché-brilliant piece of poetry (of course, I am talking only about the first part) is penned down by the cool star, Mr. Karthik, the co-author of the blog “Powerful Overflow” Do contact him when in need of touch of liveliness to your life and you would get assured results! (You might watch out the comments section to know more about him.. 😉 But please do stalk him and share your views on his works! 🙂
She might love me..
More than you ever did.
And shelter my tattered soul
And feed it hope.
But..
Her eyes won’t glint
With the slightest of mischief,
To make me want to live more,
To breathe more.
Her laughter won’t resonate with me,
Like yours did.
Her fleeting glance
Won’t make me feel
The way my heart yearns to.
She won’t be imperfect
In the beautiful way you are.
Because..
She’s not you.
She can never be.
And,
When I say
I love her,
She will look into my eyes
And feel the void in my words.
And, she will know..
That the whole of my heart
Can never be hers.
Because
Beyond the closed doors are
The scribbles and graffiti
You left behind.
The remnants of a past
That you will remember
not for long.
So, go on..
Live your life
To the fullest,
As you’ve always done.
Meanwhile,
Let me pull up a chair
And grab a book.
The life is yours,
The graffiti, mine.
~~~~~~
And with that last line,
I have finished my graffiti
In her heart..
And now she could
Neither open up the graffiti
Just like me,
Nor let life hold her
In the infinite swirl
Of locking up the graffiti,
Just like me..
Hence, she broke open
My closed doors
By sheer persistence
And the faith in her heart and art..
When she broke in,
She tidied the mess of break up,
And started her art,
Which wrapped around
The whole graffiti..
Now my heart is open
For what lingers inside is
The brilliance of art of two hearts!
Yes, She’s not you!
But, she is mine!
Just like a band,
The farther we moved apart,
The closer and fierce the union was..
But it would not last forever,
And so the stretch begins, again..
The time tests the stretch..
But not every stretch results,
In the fierce or even
Not-so-fierce hug back together..
For the elasticity is finite..
For the distance is infinite..
For the fate is written so..
She was disheartened
Seeing the locked door
Of his heart!
Poor girl!
She didn’t realise
That she was
Not locked out, but
Locked inside
In his heart!
He wanted to be loved..
She wanted to love..
He knew her..
She knew him..
He liked her..
She liked him..
He is full of logic..
She is full of nonsense..
He saw that togetherness is impossible..
She saw that he deserved someone better than her..
He understood life as is..
She understood life as fate..
Yet they understood each other too well..
To the extreme extent that
They could never be
Opposite poles of
the same magnet..
But just be the Same poles
Of Different magnet!
Someone asked her
Who is he?
He is……..friend?!
Long night chats
Chats on Anything
To everything
Shared without hesitation
And without waiting
Always there for each other
To pull pranks
As well as to lean on
Someone asked her
Who is he?
hmm.. my.. my.. friend?
Abundance of care
Genuineness in smiles
Respect for the other
And yet
He moved on
She stayed on
Someone asked her
Who is he?
My crush or bit more than that!
He came back
Now with a different mask
But the same face
She is still the same
Void of the masks
Someone asked her
Who is he?
My best friend!
He gave her free play
in a very very vast ground..
He boasted of the freedom,
he gave to her..
She realised her potential,
extending to horizons..
She silently resented her restrictions,
by him for her..
She was losing hope on everything.
She was losing faith in everything.
She was losing interest in life itself.
She was losing her happiness.
She was losing her smile, even to fake.
She was losing life in every way.
He came into her life.
She revived everything in her life.
Not because he brought life to her.
But because, she wanted to add life,
To his soulless life, he was holding to.
Not always you need happiness
To infuse hope and life
Into the mere survival!
He saw her
She saw him
Two worlds collided
Is it for a creation
Is it for a demolition
Is it for losing
Is it for gaining
Neither was sane enough
To think of any consequences
Time moved on
There was a new planet
With its own moons
And a little Sun for themselves
They revolved
Not one around another
But each around the other
There was a sudden pause
In the entire galaxy
For the beauty of this planet
Was breathtaking
Even to the Mother of Nature!!
He saw her
She saw him
Nothing changed that one thing!!
She wanted something
He got her before asking
He wanted something
She got him before asking
They never said ‘I Love you’
They never needed mere words!
She dint yearn for the stars.
She just waited for his stares.
She dint ask for the moon.
She just wanted a moan of her name in his lips.
She dint ask for the rainbow.
But she wanted to see all the shades of him.
She dint ask for the mighty mountains.
She just wanted him by her side, as her rock.
She dint ask for the flowing rivers.
She just wanted the conversation to flow seamlessly.
She dint ask for the thicket of forests.
She just wanted to be in the thick of his thoughts.
She dint ask for the burning flames.
She just wanted to be embraced by his warmth.
She dint ask for the artistic flakes.
She just wanted to be the reason for all her art forms.
She dint want to be the dreamer.
She just wanted to see him fulfil his dreams.
For, he is the personification of all her dreams.
And he would stay there forever, just in the dreams!
Once there was a tiny girl living happily in her little world. She had a beautiful doll as her companion and the doll had accompanied her to every single place she had been to. One day, she was strolling in the aisles of a mart, with her mother on her trail. Of course, her doll was accompanying her as always.
At the other end of the trail, she saw a kid and just as a kid could do, she went and poked him to get his attention too. He was rather busy trying to control his tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Without any thought of hesitation, she wiped away his tears and asked ‘why are you crying?’
He looked around as if he was looking for someone. Then he softly replied to her, “My dad says my sister won’t come home from the hospital. I don’t want her to leave me. I love her so much. You know, She looks beautiful than you. She is just tiny like your doll. But she smiles at me and winks at me, you know.”
The talk about the sister seems to have stopped the tears and even brightened up his face with a smile. The smile was reflected in the little girl’s face. She said, “Really? Your sister smiles and winks? My doll never does that to me, even when I give her all she asks for. But my mom says, she is just a doll. So really a baby smiles?”
He replied, “Yes, she also cried lots and pukes food. But I like to play with her when she smiles.”
The girl said, “My mom says, there is going to be a kid in our home too. Will the baby smile and play like your sister?”
“Yes, all kids do that, my friend said so”
“Then I will play with the baby too.”
He went back to near tears again and said, “I can’t play with her anymore”
She too looked sad and without any reply, left and went to her mom. She asked, “Mom, can I give my Pinky to that boy?”
The mother was astonished at the request to part with her most favourite doll. She asked, “I can’t even get it away from you while you sleep, now you are asking me to give it away? What happened dear?”
“Ma, he said that, his sister has gone away and can’t play with her anymore. He is crying for her. We will have a baby soon in our house right? I will play with the baby and he can have my pinky.”
She was baffled by the compassion from her little toddler and was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Come let’s find out whether he will take your pinky home.”
He was confused..
She was concerned..
He struggled within confines..
She struggled to break his cages..
He looked up to her for salvation..
She looked up to him with absolution..
He couldn’t find words to pour..
She couldn’t find words to coax them out..
As the words failed both of them,
The eyes spoke volumes..
She held him..
He gave in..
She locked him in her embrace..
He found himself unlocking..
The key to his locks,
Was long buried within
The gentle lock of her embrace..
Here I got a blog to my name and gained few dear friends, to be honest critics. What better place would I have to experiment with my story writing? So here is my experiment with story writing. Brace yourself and dive in. And when you surface back, do drop in a word about what you liked and what could be bettered. Awaiting your comments!!
It was the wake of a gloomy day in a cozy bed. Perfect climate for snuggling in the blankets and extending the sleep. Wondering the time, her hands grasped for her mobile. Though she missed seeing the time, she did not miss the notification of the text from him.
Within a jiffy, she was wide awake. The text simply read “Hi“. Not another single character. Yet every single cell in her was jumping up and down. Her heart beat started to pulse up, to compensate for the missed beats of two seconds.
As the blood started to settle, the mind whisked away the clouds and noted the time. The time of the text, then the current time, which was just a two-minute gap. Her hands on auto mode typed “Hi..” and hit send.
The message was sent, delivered and read within the next two seconds. The somewhat alert mind started to churn the wheels with the numerous questions bursting to ebb out through her fingers. She came back to the surface when the next text appeared on her screen.
Am I disturbing you?
Is high pulse, fast flow of blood, dilated pupils, whirring mind any sign of disturbance? Definitely not, said the brain to her hands on a side line and hence she had already replied Nope to him.
Can you come over here?
At what time?
At your convenience, earlier the better.
Will be there in half an hour..
See you then.
See you then..
With the mobile in her hands, she was just staring at the screen. Her brain is yet to grasp what just happened. He wants me to come over to his home in half an hour and the drive from here to his home is fifteen minutes. Her brain was efficiently multi-tasking. That is, the thinking part kept pouring in the past and present, which confirmed there were very scarce message conversations between them. If and when they happened, it is over call. This just made her get ready quicker. While she was locking up to leave, she noted that she was wearing the dress he was fond of.
She was on super auto mode if at all possible on the road. When her senses decided to wide awake, she was safely parked in his parking lot. But she failed to note that his bike was missing from the usual spot. Since her thinking has got a direction of its own, she just decided to go with whatever happens, partly because she couldn’t think of anything else sensibly.
His gate was wide open and the things were scattered and out of place. That was too unusual for him. Her pulse quickened once again. As she rushed in, she saw him in his bed. He was weak, pale and sweating. He started to sit up as soon as she came into his view.
She rushed to hold him and as soon as she embraced, he started to sob uncontrollably. And in between sobs, he told her how he met with an accident last night as he skidded in the road. There were just minor scratches yet he was scared. And having a high temperature wasn’t helping either.
As she was holding him, all her doubts, questions and every bit of anger she had on him melted away as tears. As the tears flowed, the clouds of her thinking too melted. She consoled him just by her presence, more than her words.
She remembered how strong he was even when he met with the fracture few months back. She asked him what was the real reason for his breaking down to tears, just with the simplest of words. He shivered once. And was going into a state of shock. He could not string the words together.
She just held him dearly with all the love to wrap him up and helped him back to coherence. He started with stammer and then the words took the flow to say this:
When I fought with you last week, I didn’t even realize what you ever meant to me. I have been enjoying your company and had taken so many things for granted. Starting with the simple ‘How was the day’ at the end of the day to share my deepest secrets, you were there for me. There were too many times, you have answered my unasked questions and I was never left wanting. But just a week apart from you was hell. I literally could not live with myself in the past one week. I thought I will never meet you again when I was skidding through. I am very sure this time that, I could not even look forward in my life without you. Will you be part of it? As a part of my life? As my wife?
And he popped the little jewel box, with slight scratches from his pocket.
Tears were flowing from her eyes, but this time from the sheer joy. She was once again lost for words, in the happiness. As the tears caressed her cheeks, a smile dug a single dimple in her cheek. He got his answer buried in that dimple, and he got the rest of his life to fathom the depth of her love.
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