It’s a crazy thought of you and me
Doing the things that cannot be
Dancing to the lovely tunes
Racing up the golden dunes...

Snuggling up in air so high
Feel like flying don’t know why
Like a bird soaring up the sky
With u I believe i can fly...

I wanna be there in the night
Gleaming only with moonlight
Sleep with you with stars in sight
Holding hands really tight...

I think of driving far away
In the woods on a beautiful day
To walk that stream with you I feel
I share with you such a timeless zeal...

I feel I’m gettin close to you
With every Sec that’s passing through
Yes our meets indeed been few
But you just don’t feel like new...

Yes it’s there in me I hear....
The tiny voice
It has a name
“Conscience”
It speaks to me in a soft tone
A soft deafening tone
Telling me
Threatening me
Warning me
Accusing me
Cursing me
Reminding me
Guiding me
Showing me
My true face
Ugly... scary...
Urging me to see a mirror
I close my eyes
I close my ears
I close my heart
I close my soul
I avoid
I run away
I ignore
Until it’s silenced
A deathly deafening silence......

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.....and then it came.....unalarmed. ....sudden.....the slap on her face. ....

The argument had started the previous day.  The matter didn't even matter as it was so trivial. But the fight was big.
She first made her timid suggestions and then put them a bit firmly as she strongly believed in the plan....A plan they had both carefully plotted ......she cud not fathom the sudden change and he cud not fathom the disagreement. ....

Two years into the marriage. ...still primitive. ...still raw. ...still fresh. ...still. .........

She hadn't quiet recovered from the shock of what had just happened when the phone rang. ....one hand on the cheek she answered the phone with the other. ....

Mom it had to be. ....
"Happy birthday to you meri jaan...."
"Did you already get your birthday gift. ..???!!!"

"Thanks Ammi....Oh yes I did. ...and I am holding it with my other hand....."

Bina jaane haqiqat ko jo tum ilzaam rakhte **. ..
Kathehre mein khada karne se pehle jaante bhi **....???
Ke honthon ki chupi ka kuch ahem maqsad bhi hota hai. ...
Kabhi jo hota hai dikhta nahi dikhta nahi woh hota hai. ....

For my Aini....

May she have mom’s lovely heart
Her dad’s dedication and calm
Her Dana’s brainy part be hers
And Her Daani’s smile and charm

May she be as Mamu-witty
And have Fahim mamu’s valor
And have big nana’s dignity
N Big nani’s resilience galore

But overall I wish she be
Just the way she’s meant
Have a unique personality
And always be content...!!!

I know... I know.... I know
I know it’s not right
But... I am happy
It’s a very rare happiness
A happiness- though abashed
by the weight of a heavy conscience
Makes me feel so light within .....
I could fly ...
So overwhelmed
So full ...
So-content
I know the stakes are extremely high
Both sides
I know there are only dead ends to this enchanting road....
But I feel like enjoying the now of this road....
I know.... I know.... I know
It’s silly
It’s stupid
It’s dangerous
Crossing the lines of -
Ethics...morals...values...
Honesty...trust...loyalty...
I know all that
But for once
I don’t want to know..........

As I glance up on my plainly wall...
Hangs there a painting
with all it’s pride....
It’s nailed up well to avoid the fall....
It boasts two colours in its stride......

The white and black stand boldly tall...
But eminence beholds the white....
While black most humbly takes it all.....
The whites vanity reflects the light.....

Thus white’s reject makes it but all dumb....
A laughing stock like President Trump....
But black is knowledge and wisdom....
Loved as dearly as Barack’s term....

It's a covert untold, unheard
It's a maze a muddle vague n blurred
It’s to be buried deep beneath
To let the memoirs never be revealed
It’s to be trampled n trodden with feet
To let the epoch cease to breathe
It’s a series of captivated moments
Blissful, poignant, intense, cold
It’s an anecdote of devotion
A self-destructing desire…………………….
A reward a triumph a delusion -
It’s the blessing of an angel
A curse remorseful self-deployed
It’s mountains n plateaus n valleys & the deep sea…
It’s a sigh……!!!!!!! It’s a cry….!!!!!
A chronicle  - non existent
It’s a basic block of thought
That bore the burden of being…
A thought----which burst as a bubble….
Hah…!!! It’s simply my life----
My One Life….

I love you....
I love you so much...
My heart aches...
My eyes tear up....
I love you so much...
That smile of yours....
The warm one...
The casual one...
The comforting one...
But mostly...
The naughty one...
I love your care...
And your concern....
And your caress...
I love your touch....
The soft gentle touch...
The sensuous touch...
And that touch....
Which is like no other....
And I love our talks...
Talks about anything under the sun......
Our discoveries....
And discussions....
But mostly.....
The naughty ones....
Oh..!! I love you
I love you so much....
My heart aches...
And my eyes tear up...!!!!!

I've learnt humility...
tolerance...
patience...
gratitude ...
Forgiveness...
the power of prayers ...
the meaning of kind words...
holding on to hope ...
the value of money...
the effect of positivity...
the face of true friendships and real genuine well wishers.....

A pretty young girl with grace and valor
Was riding with a man in full armor...

“Now....Do you trust me?”
Upon the horse, asked he.

“Yes I do”,she quickly said...
Only coz she was still afraid.

Alas She was now his captive
She wondered if she’ll ever live....

“You know right - I won’t harm you -
In a bit we’ll get this through”.

They rode together in silence
She was surprised by her own resilience

With arms wrapped tight he held her
On his breast could feel her fur

He smelled her curly fruity hair
Admired her face oh! so fair

Her poise was so enchanting
He felt his hard heart now pounding

He was a really tough abductor
But Suddenly he’d now grown softer

She thought of that little boy with his runny nose
But years had passed by and now they were so close

She thought of that moment he went down on his knees
She was about to say “yes” but then oh Jees

In flash she just felt her body flying
Helplessly she saw her love crying

She had been picked by this man on the horse
With a flick of a sword her dream turned corpse

The blood of her love drained out of her eyes...
For days and days the night saw her cries...

The man on the horse was now madly in love...
For first time ever he had found his dove...

She smiled at him but her heart did curse
Her hatred within was turning fierce

And then one day he went down on his knees
She smiled at him and she said “yes” please

There’s just one wish before I be your wife...
She struck in his heart a poisonous knife...

A pretty young girl with grace and valor...
Had avenged a man who was in full armor...

He hadn't seen her since the day they left high school......

And....now. ....here. ...at the police station. ......in the middle of the night. ....

He an average boy then, she an outstanding girl - what could have  conspired against her for her to be the girl he was witnessing. .?

As his eyes screened her shabby self her involvement with a bunch of people who's sordid deeds were being penned down by the cops, he was saddened - deeply.

He could feel his secret emotions flooding his heart back once again.

He slipped out the page which had her name off the pack of sheets of FIR's being drafted, as an IG he could risk this tiny bit of impropriety.

She was a rag, **** ripped and delirious.

He couldn't help but probe into the horrifying transformation from a brilliant, outgoing,  multi talented, beautiful girl. ..a favourite of the teachers, envy of every girl and desired by every boy......just like the desire he held in his heart......

It was love. ........
Her love for the boy who's dream to be the topper could be true but for her topping each and every time. His lust for revenge dipped in a coating of fake love devastated her and crushed her personality down to scrap.

His eyes filled up for the first time since the last time he had seen her. His dry empty broken heart suddenly experienced moistening by droplets of long lost love returning and filling his heart and his life.......

Slowly but surely he was going to bring her lost self back....

Her revival now was his purpose restored....!!!!

“It was the first snowfall of the year. ......"

Standing by the window pane , I could see the snowflakes take its place, slowly,  one by one upon the bench by the backyard. Just like I could feel the winter our relationship had for the first time experienced. Cold moments were taking its place now upon our once really warm association.

Last night was the first night that we had slept without that warm snuggly embrace. How could he have forgotten that we had decided never to sleep over a row?
How could he have been so sound asleep when I was struggling to stop the flow of those tears?
How could he not feel, hear, sense my despair over such a cold indifference?
Was I overreacting?  
May be.
But never before had he left me weeping like that and turned over to the other side and calmly coldly slept through the night.

I imagined that the morning will bring a heart warming smile and in an instant melt away all of those frozen feelings of sorrow to give way to a beautiful spring of love that which always flowed from the depths of his heart to merge with the ocean of love in mine.

But the morning brought extended disappointment as he dressed up in the same cold indifference and walked off to continue the day. Leaving me with a shuddering shiver and a taste of the first snowfall of the year. ...........

“Winter had arrived....”

The power of tiny droplets of rain...
Such an effect it can have on a person...
The hearts change...the moods change...
the minds change...the feelings change...
It works as a therapy for my bruised soul...
It works as a balm for where it hurts....
It works to wave away the grief....
For a few moments atleast......
The pleasantries of the sky pouring down...
The fragrance so enchanting...
The freshness in the air...
The cool breeze....
The sound of the droplets hitting the trees...
The wet lands is sight so mesmerizing....
The green vibrancy of the swaying trees....
The mildest of echoes of the chanting birds...
Nature at its absolute best....
God’s creation magnificence...
Oh please don’t stop pouring down on me..!!!!