"Is he back?"
I asked my friend,
"He's so irritating,
yes, yes, I know,
his neck does
possess an
incredible
twisting skill,
almost 150 degrees,
and that's making
me so uncomfortable,"
I said,
with a sense,
that my body
would no sooner
have defects in
cooperating
with the
organs
in the
usual way.
I felt my pulse rate
increasing from
97-99-100-110!
'Hold on!',
I commanded
my brain this
time.
'Why do I
bother, if he's
just smiling at me?
I even don't like him..."
I convinced to my mind,
but my heart neglected.
'Oh, come on, now,
seriously, I don't
think about him,
no, I don't'...
I couldn't concentrate
on it after all,
as in somewhere
in my stomach,
I heard a
low grumble.
'Alright, oh, fine!
you win, yes, yes,
you are totally right,
its not his smile that's
making me mad,
its my tension
that hides in
my lips,
that makes
me smile,
which, of course,
I am not trying to
let out...'
It wasn't getting
better at all,
I began
to realize,
talking to
myself would
make me
sick.
"Is he back again?"
Once more,
I asked my friends.
We all were sitting together,
but I was staring at an
empty wall, while
they saw what's
all happening...
We stared at opposite
directions,
as to be
honest,
I didn't
want to look into
his eyes.
That made me
more nervous...
This time,
finally,
they replied,
"No, he's no here".
I let go a sigh
of relief,
and turned back.
Yes, yes, you know
what I am going to say
now,
he was standing
just right behind me,
few inches away,
staring at me,
well, well,
my heart slipped
out my smile,
before my
mind, could
react...

The ones who
see mistakes as
a huge error,
failure,
are
simply
professional
idiots...

I don't know
whether its meaningful
at all,
I sometimes
doesn't understand
at all.
A question,
maybe the one
that was waiting
at your door step
for you to
open,
or,
maybe
the one
that was in
the distant lands
which you dared not
to seek:
Still a question
for you to answer...
Imagine a ball
standing alone,
three forces acting
along a same plane,
in different
directions,
one nameed yes,
and another named no,
the other unknown-
Imagine
it has no motion,
all still and quiet,
a ball at
equilibrium.
Apart from yes and no,
the third, the unknown,
that holds peace
for all,
should be
opposite to
the one in
between
yes and no...
Same size,
same shape,
just a slight
change in direction...
So,
what if there is
always a choice,
that we do not see,
unless we think
differently?
Something
that we do not
expect?
Is it all
because of
our thinking
pattern?
Just a question,
Think twice...

I don't like him,
he's too innocent,
no, he's not handsome at all-
look at his face!
Yikes!
But tell him,
to meet me at
the park
today,
right now...

A fake red rose
I plucked long ago,
Thinking it would
hold my tears.
Its scent was foul,
though I didn’t know;
The thread snapped
with just one stroke.