EMAHO

I turned back to look at him and held my breath for he was making my heart palpate..I was being selfish because I needed that smile of his as mine forever..I stood intact and he was already walking towards me..Saw him so close and had the urge to close my eyes for him to kiss them..He held me by the waist, pulled me closer and looking deep into my eyes expressed,"Lets do some salsa rumba" ..  I have been dancing since then..on (Authorised Fiction).. 

As the world has moved ages ahead on modernity and practical indulgence, there are people who are held into the traditional system of love that as quoted by Robert Browning says, “Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!” We see our parents happily committed to their silent romanticism and comparitively we see ourselves struggling to understand eachother to fall apart when it is the time to commit on extreme phobia. We are loud and insecure to paste ourselves on social sites to prove that we are together and we are emotionally close. We look for gliterati and show-buzz in framing relationships. Love is seen as a restriction and the zeal to hold onto it as a burden. Nobody wants solutions but they are stuck onto the fact of self-fulfillment. It is a tick marked business now which examines compatibilty in the nam...

I am finally smiling my guts out even when I am all alone and feeling the happiness with smallest of the ventures. Getting up early, watching the birds before I meditate has become blissful. Rushing to the hospital everyday and trying to reach before 9:30, life has become a crazy time-deadline where I am just not letting a nick slip off my hands (Lapse of a second can cost someone a life). I smile at everybody whom I walk across because it spreads so much of powerful optimism within, especially when I am returned with a smile too. Knowledge which is the core of my existence has turned large-hearted on me as there is so much to learn and know when you deal with people.  I have reached home half an hour back with a thought of meeting my writing project's deadline. I have a plate of rajma and rice lying on my study table with a cup of tea which has gone cold. I am writing a blog and I am texting my freinds whom I missed communicating whole week. I am grabbing few spoons of my di...

She stood at a conclusion which was forked to the same existence which got up from deep sleep whenever it rained.  There were butterflies in the stomach on random thoughts and it just implied that she was given a strong will of genuine acceptance-of the world and the mocking life.  She slipped off the barren mountain and with the free falling motion saw the cold-hearted rocks standing still. A jolt to reality induced immense fear as she fell on the ground nearing the closed eyes.  The ground had grass and she survived. She saw the massive rock with extended neck and smiled, "It isn't so easy with me. I will tell you stories the next time".  By what it said,"Bygones are bygones. Our lives are entwined."

Always fascinated by "replication" in genetics and curious about the science behind it, I was rebounded by humans who are "replicas" living in denial. There is always substance of honour in being what you are and what you arent. Individualism is the word and I believe that all of us are born to be our ownselves, absolutely whatever we are. But in the quest of being noticed and seeming all different than normal or being someone who isnt themselves, few fellow humans start picking up thoughts, words, behaviour, attitudes and lives of others to stuff in their own and take credit of being a unreal hero or heroine. It is like someone who is everybody else but not what he or she can be, disregarding the originality of existence. It is like an orange lying in the fridge for ten days who is trying to look like the mango hanging on the tree.  Having come across random aspiring female writers who add random content writing guys saying "He is brilliant and I w...

I was unhappy with myself, blamed, cribbed, complained and fretted over almost everything.  I didn't like to see the mirror because it made me look ugly. I was seeing myself as perfect and detested reflections. I swung abuses and hurtful words because I "thought" my silence isn't working. I was raged, held grudge, I judged and was tactlessly blunt.  I cried being short-tempered because I needed sympathy from people. I went to the beach to see the dirt, neglecting the vastness of the gorgeous sea behind. I was not letting go being insecure. Nothing was enough. I fought to get what I "thought" I deserved. I was creating blues. (self-destruction) I was rebounded, fell flat on my face, was kicked, was spitted upon and mocked upon ruthlessly. I laughed, "Oh!!, this life does give birthday bumps on no birthdays at all." ;) I was enjoying the mess. (acceptance) I looked at the world around, had an insight, accepted the re...

It was a dark room with grandeur of creativity, The poet sat with a pen and read through his own lines, He was depicting the depth of emotions held within, He stared at the contemporary aura outside, Struggling to find more depth, With the pen name, he died. “Gila hai, shauq ko” -Mirza Ghalib.