Endless Possibilities…

(What will happen?) When we will meet again

I don’t know what I would talk
But I’m sure a drop of a tear will touch the core of my lips when I smile

I don’t know what I would mean, even if I talk
But I’m sure you’ll understand what I said unleft and what I left unsaid
[But I’m sure you’ll understand what I left unsaid and what I did not say]

I don’t know what I will do, even if I talk and mean something
But I’m sure I’d stand still doing nothing, lost in thoughts racing through my mind

I don’t know what I will see when I talk, mean something and do nothing
But I’m sure, even if I close my eyes, I will still see your beautiful smile

I don’t know what I will feel when I talk, mean something, do nothing and see without eyes open
But I’m sure I will feel closer to endless joy until our rendezvous ends

Until our smiles fade away
Until our tears dried down
Until our eyes get enough of each other
Until we see each other again
Until we meet again

Asking, when will we meet again?

एक.दो..ढाई…

अंक प्रेम के

एक अधूरे चाँद की कोर और दो तारे मुस्कुरा दिए
दो दिलों की धड़कनों ने,जब तय किये सौ फासले
ढाई अक्षर प्रेम के, थे आधे अधूरे, पर इश्क पूरा था
तीन शब्दों ने बाँध लिया,हमारी कच्ची मिटटी को,
चार दिशाओं में प्यार हमारा,पक्के सूरज बन गए
पाँच उंगलियों से छूकर,हजारो ख्वाहिशों को समेट लिए
छह तारों की गिटार पर उन पर खट्टे मीठे गीत बना लिए
सात सुरों से उन्हें सजाकर,सोलह ट्रैक के रिकॉर्ड किए
आठ मेमोरी बिट्स जोड़ के जाने कितने बाइट बना लिए
नौ रसों से भरे,जितने पल साथ मिले, कितने ख़ास जिए
दस हुए यूँ ही पुरे, बस ये एक दो तीन चार जोड़ लिए

इन अंकों के साथ,ये इश्क़ भी परवान चढ़ा
हम दो थे, कब एक हुए ये भी पता न चला

P.S. – Written after so long and bit of seasonal sickness, but yes I’d to let it out, no matter how stupid or crazy it is.

#WorldPoetryDay #acreativeattempt #love for the #numbers 🙂

The Book Of Life…

Life is like a book,

With chapters that unfold,

Each page is new adventure,

A story to be told.

The cover, our facade,

The title, who we are,

The pages, our experiences,

The words, our scars.

The characters, our people,

The plot, our journey through,

The setting, the world around us,

The conflict what we get into.

The climax, the high point,

The resolution, the end,

Life’s story is never finished,

It’s always ready to begin again.

So let us turn the pages,

And see what’s in store,

For the book of life,

Is a story worth exploring,

Forevermore…

Soulmates, oh, so rare!

Soulmates, oh, so rare!
A special bond beyond compare,
Those who touch our hearts and souls,
And inspire us to be whole & bare.

They understand us like no one else,
And support us through thick and thin,
A true partner, a best friend, a sibling
A parent, a soulmate, a gift within.

So cherish the soulmates,
That you may have in your life,
For they are a precious treasure,
And a source of love and light.

Hold them close, never let go,
For they are a part of you, always.
A soulmate, a true blessing, a feeling,
A song that only you two can sing.

An Infinite Love ~ Chapter 1 – The Soulmate

After leaving his herd of cows to graze, Chief Vrishabhanu went for taking a bath in the river Yamuna.

He saw a beautiful baby girl at the center of a full bloomed lotus. A voice from the heavens said to him, ‘She is Radha, destined to be the companion of the eighth incarnation of Vishnu. Take her home!!!”

Vrishabhanu and his wife were happy to have Radha because they were childless. But Radha did not open her eyes and did not speak for the first three years. Her parents had assumed that she was blind, deaf and dumb.

Then one day, he invited the family of Nand & Yashoda with eight-month-old cute kid Krishna. Radha felt an urge to walk up to the little boy. She opened her eyes to see Krishna as a first image for her life. She took him into her lap.

Krishna murmured his name in a cute voice, “Kisna”. Radha repeated it in her voice, resembling a thousand chimes.

***

“Rads, where are you? Can’t believe you are with your books again. Get a life, kiddo!!! There is a life beyond the books. You don’t play and don’t mix with anybody. Whenever I see, your face is buried in some or other book. God, I am fortunate, those are not just study books. Vampires, Harry Potter, and Mythology…so many genres you read. I wonder, if you do not find a book, you can still read out the dictionary too :P” – Kirti chuckled.

Ten-year-old Radhika a.k.a. Rads had a smile while her head was buried in “The mystery of the burnt cottage~ By Enid Blyton”.

Yeah, it was true. She was good at her academics but socially she was zero. She had her boundaries, aloofness and solitude to accompany her always. Though she was a cute girly girl, but people rather treated her as a grandmother.

There was a loud knock at the door.

Kirti was at the backyard.

Unwillingly, Radhika walked up to the door and opened it. There was no one around and she closed the door.

There was another loud knock as she tip-toed back to her reading couch. There was no one again.

The next time, Radhika was cautious. She quickly opened the door and saw a short & cute traitor, who was trying to run away but had stopped in his tracks.

“Oye, who are you?”

“I am Krish, just moved in the flat next to yours, yesterday.”

“Why are you knocking and running away?”

“Actually I am not able to press the call bell of the flat above, I tried it but alas my height…Hence, I was knocking at your flat to help me out.”

Though not fully convinced with his innocent answer, she came along with him towards that flat. She pressed the call bell.

“Now, we’d to run away ;)”

With a wink, Krish whispered and took the staircase immediately.

Radhika was stunned for a moment yet felt excited too. Within a blink of an eye, she also ran away and followed him till the roof.

Both were laughing hilariously. Radhika was amazed at herself, what she did just now.

Was it stupid? Yes. Was it fun? Yes. Should she regret it? Not at all.

And then Krish held her hand. She felt a familiar yet an ecstatic touch.

Aha, Petrichor!!!! A fresh fragrance had touched her soul. Of course, it was the first rain of happiness after a dry season of solitude.

At this age, she didn’t know what the love is? She knew about her heart, which was beating fast. She knew about her soul, drenched with an immense joy yet felt a pleasing tranquility.

To be continued….

Split Wide Open!

Warning: Disturbing content ahead.

“There you are, Sara!!! Bring her to the table.”

Sara brought her naked and put her on its back. Master carefully inserted scissor, just above the anal opening. He made a shallow incision. Two female disciples pinned her skin back.

He pulled out the blocking membrane from the ovaries. He continued the incisions with angle scissors to cut through muscles and above the breastbone to avoid touching the heart. Disciples inserted more pins to hold skin and muscles back.

The master and disciples observed every single detail of her anatomy with curiosity.

“Have you heard a loud noise outside?”—One disciple mumbled.

“Yeah, a friend of her was near the river. That is still a mile away.”—Master chuckled.

The smiles on their faces were short-lived as there were loud knocks and crackling roars. A maddening crowd was out there.

Soon her hundreds of friends were in. They allowed no one to go out. Soon there was the blood of disciples & master everywhere, with pinned incisions, done by an inexperienced army.

One of them compared the anatomy of her with those disciples and announced – “They are like us from the inside, why this brutality!!! It’s a payback time!!!”

The mob jumped out of the window, one after another, towards another room.

###

Few minutes before:-

“Why these hunters are kidnapping us? What do they do with us? No one came back from these rooms.”

“Let me look in. I will shout aloud to signal for more troupes.”

The first sight of a lying body of her, rested split wide open, made him sick and demented.

With a full-blown balloon of his throat, a loud croak came out.

###The End###

Perfect Imperfections :-)

Wendi adjusted her scarf around her neck, this time with a firm grip and tightening the knot. She felt breathless, and for a moment, she thought it could be a good idea to end the agony. She was tired of hiding her blemishes.

She stretched the corners of her lips and tried to smile, recalling the crazy-sweet memories. It was the last day of reunion trek at the Mount Everest basecamp. She was going to miss the company of childhood friends. And tonight, Edwin had invited her.

Edwin smiled and brought her to the table. On the table, there was a guitar, coffee, a musical notation paper, a notebook of childhood doodles, and pics.

“I wrote a new song, tell me how it is?”

Edwin started singing. The lyrics and the chords of the guitar engrossed her.

“I found a love for me
Darling just dive right in
And follow my lead
Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love.”

All of a sudden, Edwin untied her scarf and started kissing her blemishes and whispered.

“I love every damn thing about you.”

The heartbeats raced, love had overflown, and eyes welled up with tears.

He started singing, now the favourite song of both.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.”