A Trembling Trail

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My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.

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A whisper – to Her. . .

I love the way kohl, intensifies your deep brown eyes; whose looks pierces right through my eyes and searches into the deepest corners of my heart. They long. Long for answers, for a quest, for the love I’ve kept caged so far. Those silent eyes speak so much to me. They tell me how your heart skips a beat when our eyes meet. They tell me how you steal glances staring at me when you think I’m not watching, sometimes I just pretend. The way you look at me when I’m lost in my train of thoughts tells me how you wish to hold my cold and numb hand into your soft and warm hands and join me in my quest as my companion.

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Chocolate, You’re Sweeter than chocolates

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I was waiting by the street for her. She had messaged me that morning at 6 AM : “In no particular mood to meet you. BUT I will be coming, just because mom & dad have asked me to.” Part of me was happy as hell. I was about to board my flight for Mumbai when I received this message from her. I felt like dancing and singing aloud with excitement. Part of me, my egoist self; was fuming as hell. What did she mean ? How rude and mean of her to say that she didn’t want to come, but was coming for name sake. Before I could figure out what reply to send, I was seated in my seat and the air hostess was requesting me to turnoff my mobile network as she had caught me typing and deleting things in my mobile. With a smile, I obliged; but not before sending a quick reply “Will be waiting <3”. Finally my love won over my anger and I was happy as a lark. I was grinning through the entire journey and my fellow passengers were looking at me perplexed!

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A World in My Dream

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Take me far away,
Away from the worries,
Of this meddlesome world..

Take me to the lakes,
Where unicorns stop by,
To talk with the quacking ducklings..

Take me somewhere calm and quiet,
Away from the hustled city life,
In green paddy fields,
Where I can lay, gazing at the stars..

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Drafts : Few Things Left Unsaid

My friend Rob of The V-Pub has invited me to a five day challenge. The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. Rob’s blogs are so humorous and insightful, that they never fail to bring a smile on my face. Please visit his blog any time you feel too stressed out about life 🙂 Today, is my first day of the challenge.

My first write up is about : “Things Left Unsaid”. A lot of times, as we grow up, we deliberately move away from expressing how we feel. We STOP expressing. We stop telling our loved ones how much we love them, we stop saying thank you when we feel grateful, we stop saying sorry just because our ego comes in between. These are the things growing up teaches you.

But today, as you read this, I want you to go back in time when you were a carefree child and never thought twice before expressing how you felt. By no means, I intend to preach being insensitive and inconsiderate towards how others feel and be brutal, on the other hand I want you to spread love, smiles, joy & kindness all around. And guess what, they are free !! It only takes a few loving words and a smile on your face. ….Because at the end of the day, you should not be left feeling empty & shallow regretting for things you “wish” you did !!

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable

I regret not the things I’ve done, but those I did not do.

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Sonia’s Diary, June 17 2015: (Protagonist from my Short Story Blog : “Always”)

Today I was running a search on my email id. There was a particular email address whose communication I wanted to find. As I ran through the search, I was surprised to find so many messages in my “Drafts” folder. I don’t know what occurred to me. All of a sudden. That I ran this email search. That I read every single email all over again in my drafts. That I read every mail chain we exchanged. That I re read some of the messages, I so much wanted to send to “that” email id, and ended up sending to myself. What was wrong with me ?

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Without You…

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Without you, my world is,
Like a boat lost amidst the giant stormy ocean..

The fragrance of the flowers,
The melody of the koyal, fail touch my heart..

You were the lyrics of the song,
My heart sang all day and night..

With you gone, there is no one to listen,
To my poems and talks nonstop..

There is no one to call me all the cute names,
There’s no one to call me a sleepy head on Sundays..

Where are you gone my love ?
Come back soon..

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“Always” : A Short Story

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“Always” was what her diary read.

Holding it so close to his heart, he hugged the words she had written with her favorite red pen. With his watery eyes he had one look at her pen. It was nibbled, as she always did with all her pens. He tried to remember how much he used to love her “chewed” pens back then. Even today he broke down holding her pen and her notebook. Sitting on the floor hugging her words he pecked her pen, the pen which once her beautiful lips had touched. He remembered her lovely face. Eyes that spoke, dimple on her left cheek, and the beautiful mole over her soft lips coupled with her long mesmerizing neck and fragrant hair would drive him crazy to become her Edward Cullen and bite her neck.

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