Fortunate Witness....

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I recovered my senses a while before.

Rubbed my eyes, before I was too sure.

She slept beside me serene and pure,

Lent me with thoughts, I began to procure.

With the timid memories of the night,

I could remember the touches so sweet and tight.

Her slumber was free and innocent,

The sun peeping through the curtains also seemed deficient.

Ridden by these thoughts I gazed,

All the worldly issues left me unfazed.

For her beauty was an element to admire,

Wanted to touch but resisted the desire.

Sleep has always been a hallmark of innocence,

All her face radiated was fragility and its significance.

Appeared to me as if she descended from heaven,

The mighty halo that glorified her didn't need to be proven.

Wished, I could command the hour to pause,

  To miss  what I witnessed , would have been a loss.

Eyes did open after a moment, causing me the inevitable pain,

But the ignorant smile that followed, made me fall for her again.

Say Yes............

Say yes,

For m honest in my words,

I’ll  walk with you, in all your odds.

You are and you were the one,

Forgive me if I miss out on some.

Say yes,

For those lovely walks we had,

The talks, totally so mad.

The fights that lasted for days,

For without you, there weren’t many ways.

Say yes,

 I promise you I can imitate him,

That guy in the serial, you like.

I will be him, whenever you feel

 Your smile for me, is what`s the deal.

Say yes,

For I m nothing without you,

 Without you,my life so longs for it’s clue.

With you around, I can get all

Trust me baby, I’ll never let you fall.

Say yes,

For those eyes seek none but you,

Explained the heart , but it doesn`t listen to me too.

Look into those eyes,

Deny if there you find any lies.

Say yes,

As I kneel before you,

Trying to perfect this moment.

Laugh if I appear fool,

But say yes, for I truly love you…….

Cute moments....

She walks in with a casual white tee and a perfectly fitting denims. Hair neatly tied /open…….doesn’t matter(emphasis on neat though).Casual chappals .Free and confident. Till the time she takes her seat, she has already paddled a cycle of emotions in the heart of people around her. Yes, she is cute(undoubtedly).Let me tell you something about cute people.They happen to be dangerously different beings altogether……their smiles are good, frowns even better .They aren`t necessarily hot, but trust me…you won`t even be cared about that when they are around.They look good in whatever they wear(whatever means whatever).Though I must admit they have decent dressing sense too(gifted people after all).I can go on talking about them until I end up writing  a 500 pages novel(surely someday). Leave it for now!

 

What I’m going to talk about are “cute moments”. Moments  those we are always surrounded with but somehow miss out on admiring. What cuteness brings with itself is a truckload of happiness and smiles. Cuteness or cute moments aren’t very special things. They are general and real. All you need is keen observation.

 

A very fat guy has just joined gym because he wants to look cool and dreams to have a girlfriend like others. He marches to the gym ,all prepared with a bottle of energizer, expensive running shoes and all modern equipments. Aspirations are high as he runs around. Some mock, some laugh. Unaffected ,he proceeds and falls down after just two-pull ups, making significant noise. Wipes with a towel, before he tries another run. Not before he has run for few seconds ,he pants and quits. He’s hurt himself. I saw the incident and laughed too and did’t expect him to show up for some days atleast.  To my surprise he did turn up;again laced with all modern equipments(i-pod being an addition).New dreams, new hopes. He ran,he fell and he hurt and continued, gifting me with those cute moments of watching him.

 

During my stay in boarding school at Darjeeling, we had to study little bit of Bengali and just like other papers it had equal weight. It was a nightmare to me, as I knew nothing. I toiled the entire night expecting to perfect those weird looking Bengali alphabets. My well versed Bengali mates found the moment cute and I found it scary and ugly. Now when I look back and picture myself sitting on that table and memorising Bengali poems, I somehow find it cute too and it never fails to get a smile whenever I think of it. Totally qualifies as a cute moment now.

 

From trying to figure out which teddy(white or pink) to pick up for the new born in your home to trying to decide which dress to wear for your date, all somehow are loaded with a quotient of cuteness. These days love letters have become scarce for ethical and electronic reasons but imagine your loved one thinking hard and deep on what to write to make you happy. Things are written, they are torn and again written in a new fresh page with enhanced love and smiles. Cute moments truly!!

These were just some out of the innumerable that happen to pass by. Don`t rush through, pause ,listen to them……..see what they have to offer. They provide you with reasons to smile, just like the  girl who walked into the class!

Introvert Soul-A story

I`m  not smart not even anywhere close to it. Neither I am too talented nor too intelligent. I do express to some but when it comes to you, I go weak. When you are around the introvert soul inside me takes over and renders me appear confused. Having a word with you seems like a dream, for I am not gifted with play-some spirit found in many. Having you around is always a desire, but I somehow end up feigning inappropriate expressions all the time; perhaps another feature of my not-so-smart nature. At times I look at you trying to figure out what you think of me. Those accidental eyes contacts accompanied with smile make my day even if that smile was for someone else. I make peace with myself   assuming it to be for me. I go to places at times where I expect you to be around. Happy are the days when it turns out well and when it’s the other way, your uploaded pictures come to the rescue. Each one of them have been seen a over a million times, still that crude smile never fails to show up whenever they appear. They are zoomed to the maximum possible extent, and when it reaches its limit, a natural spontaneous frown takes over. I laugh at myself, at these futile childish prattles. I am satisfied. My friends have declared this satisfaction a crime and me an offender, offending myself. Watching you, hearing you from a distance has helped me inculcate a habit of viewing myself in a virtual world. In this world, you are lot closer. Here those eye contacts aren`t  accidental ,they are long and real. You walk to me and languidly accept a pause. You talk to me just like you talk to your closest friends. You appreciate my humor and embrace my thoughts. In this world those electronically uploaded pictures cease to prove their worth. This virtual world is a secret though ,for its disclosure to modern beings can question my sanity. I know I am sane and so are my thoughts about you. Its  just that they are too deep to be understood and I`m too ignorant to explain. This is how I was until I saw you walk away with a modern being…….

You Laughed......

The first day you saw me,

You laughed.

I was puzzled, I was scared.

Rushed back to my room,

Asked the mirror,

Made  some changes.

Marched with confidence again.

This time like a warrior,

Carrying  pride and valor.

You laughed again.

Cried, questioned , shouted.

Mirror was unmoved,

It cried too,it shouted too.

Mirror and me,

Were never friends again.

Years have passed,

You still laugh,

Louder than ever,

Nasty than ever.

Not at me

But at this poem.

Well-wisher

No promise from him, she craved

His good was all she prayed

She was special,

For there was no good he had done to her.

He was cute,

And an element- of craze for many like her.

Though they talked little,

His troubles sent her in dismay

His smiles made her merry.

That fact that he was around,

Sent her to a different world

That fact that he wasn`t,

 Engulfed her into a void.

 Conversation was not, what she avoided,

But talking to him was difficult affair.

For the intense connection she shared,

It seemed overrated too.

She prayed, she wished

Let no glory miss his fate.

What she wanted in return,

Still remains to be gauged.

She was holy, and so were her prayers

For they merrily averted , all his dangers.

He`s   ignorant and blessed

To have her,  nearer than the rest.

Similar tale unwinds everyday,

She still prays………still wishes……..

While the world toils to find her name,

I take pride to give her the fame.

I call her a WELL-WISHER.

An ordinary day

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It`s an ordinary day. Alarm clock paced it`s occupation to perfection and managed to get me alive. Not only that, it also helped me transit between two worlds; virtual and real. All the work load and responsibilities I had bid adieu(last night) wearing a plastic smile were smiling right in front of me, politely asking me to provide some shelter around my brain. They needed to be embraced ,they always need to be for the survival of mankind. The word ‘ordinary’ is a super sugar-coated form of word bad, ugly, disastrous or any synonym one may think of. I found myself lost in deep thought about how my day would be like. There were jobs to be done, not only done but done to its best. Jobs were such, that they would not celebrate it`s successful completion but heavily criticize even the minute flaw. There was struggle for existence, struggle again being a polite word to what it actually was going to be. It required me to keep smiling throughout the day even if that smile wasn`t anywhere close to the hyped expression of smile we all are familiar with. It asked me to bow before people who weren`t superior to me, whatever be the defined parameter of superiority . Not that I am a pessimist, this is exactly how the day looked like. These anticipations circled around my head and sunk me deeper into my bed. Oblivion seemed an immediate escape and I totally forgot where I was for better part of that hour. Alarm broke the silence once again trying to explain how dependable it can be. I woke up strong this time, firmer than ever. Such was the determination to rise, that thoughts fell weak to show up this time. Kept my pillow aside and set out to explore if the day would be any different.

i walked away.......

With smile that concealed the pain within

She did come to drop me to the station

The expression on her face presented a gamut

Of what she felt and what she wanted to show.

The pain of parting can never be ignored

But she held firm , for it was unfair to leave me sad.

Memories wheeled in the backdrop

As the clock ran faster than ever

We couldn`t blame it though,

It has got into a habit of ruling mankind.

As her dupatta ventured with the wind

I trembled with fear,

 prayed, let no human substitute the wind

Eyes were loyal and they promised to be

Though they ran moist, they radiated love.

I held those hands firm, wiped those tears.

The fragility with which she surrendered

so easily forced an involuntary hug.

Her warm breath,

accentuated the feeling of serene love

 that we had nurtured for ages.

Time spoke again, louder than capacity

For it was roaring on verge of victory.

A kiss was all it allowed.

She handed me my bag , I walked away…….

abandoned memories...

I picked up my old abandoned cell,inserted the tiny magic card hoping it would get the world at my reach.It had rested in my cupboard for years now,without having to prove its worth to anyone. No one touched it, as it was mine.Looking at the keys that reminded me of the good old days,I pressed the button that mattered.To my surprise,it did glow!Brighter than it ever had.Not before half an hour had passed,I was at ease with it.Games,phone-book were the things already explored when my eyes and senses paused at the message icon.“Goodnight”,from a number that was probably the most familiar ten digit numeric sequence of my life. If not today, it surely was some years back. I scrolled down in amazement without letting a moment slip away.When the happiness is huge,we so readily embrace its cause without caring for its superficiality and its probable duration of existence.Hypnotized by the common human psychology,I went with the flow.Instead of reading the conversation backward I began from the first message from that number that the inbox had.“Hey,where have you been.Waited for you whole night."I read this and the day,the past,the long forgotten beautiful past(past is always beautiful,or at least it appears,so I can afford to skip a few adjectives in its description)was right in front of me.It was the day I was on journey and I had been journeying for over fifteen hours.The smile broadened as I proceeded.The conversation included the description of a little girl,(my co-passenger)who held a mirinda bottle as huge as her own size.She was the second cutest girl around,first surely being the one whose messages I was reading.“Had your dinner?When will you reach?”,accompanied with plenty of miss-you messages decorated my inbox.There was love,there was care,there was affection.The intensity of these emotions were such,that even after years,they easily designed their path to my heart.Those kisses staring at me from my inbox took me to the world which relied completely on heavenly fragrance for the existence of its beings.Engulfed by these thoughts,I for once mistook the past to be present!I did not realize that I was wandering into a virtual world until I almost hit the reply button.Mistake was done and it was time to accept the punishment.Mistake of not deleting those messages,mistake of picking up the cell in the first place,mistake of reading those messages,mistake of loving you so deep.Body froze as I woke up back to the present!All my senses trying to blame each other for the crime that was already done.Present was never so bad.It’s the personified beauty of the past that proves it inferior all the time.Gathered strength, selected the messages,deleted them.They once decorated my life, but they never decorated my inbox any more.I pressed the off button and the cell was placed where it initially was.Cell was jinxed,all it could gift to its master were tears.