Friday, May 2, 2014


She glowed in the dark,
for she was the princess of the night.
He was strong, he was powerful,
The knight of the morning skies-he was.

Night after night
she rose up to light.
She was looked upon with awe
She was hailed by all.
She beamed as poets wrote-
Of her mesmerizing light.
she enjoyed the hypnotized
looks, of the millions down.

He was radiant, he was glorious,
He was out wandering amongst the desert sands.
He kissed the sunflower fields all day long,
And  guided the nomads on land.

here was a serenity in her face – they said
There was a certain kind of calmness about her.
They said- He was the ever powerful one
He was the priest’s call,
He was the reason for life-they hailed.

here was a serenity in her face – they said
There was a certain kind of calmness about her.
They said- He was the ever powerful one
He was the priest’s call,
He was the reason for life-they hailed.

Her night time liaisons were many,
For she was the Casanova at night.
Yet, she yearned for love so pure.
The stars spoke of the mighty knight of the day-
To be her’s to lure.
He lived his life selfless; yet alone
Craved for a companion, he did.
Whispered the passing clouds,
Their encounters with the night’s princess
And awed he was by her tales.

Until one early dawn,
When he was drowning at the horizon-
They glanced at each other.
It wasn’t too long
Sweetened by the early bird’s song.
From that day on so,
They chased one another.
Through ages and spaces             
They swore love to each other.

Hope turned to despair,
They couldn’t ever get enough.
It was the fate playing – they said
It wasn’t destined to be- they said
She brew up a storm as she cried
The tides lashed up the sands,
The brook swept off the shores.

Despair turned to angst,
And hope to love.
She heard no more,
She wanted it out
She glided to her soul-
And stood in front of him,
Naked and in love.
The earth was blacked out
It witnessed the surreal moment.

She basked his magnificence and radiance,
And he drank in her beauty and love.
They stood there staring,
Each into the other’s soul.

His radiance filled out her despair,
Her love blotted out his temper.
They bathed in awe of each other
Until he moved,
And there was nothingness.
She was left with vacuum and void.

But she shone now,
With the radiance of his love.
For she dreamt of a dream
-That one which lingers
She dreamt of a dream
That love was real
And that- a beauty by itself.

Friday, April 4, 2014

The tale of an unexpected friendship, universe's games, farewell and my epiphany

She walked down the long corridor of the 3rd floor of the company in a three inch heels. The sound of her heel echoed against the hard marble flooring of the otherwise silent finance department, forcing the accountants to lift their heads up from their workstation and smile at her. She steered her way down in grace, returning the kind smiles of all, not sparing the office boy even, till she reached the last cubicle on the left far corner of the hall. She turned, and entered with a smile and confidence that would quite put the aspiring Ms.Whatever-beauty-pageants to shame. She was medium built, dusky, with jet black hair curling a little after her waist. She isn’t the beauty you would compare with someone appearing on you tv screen, but there was something about her, about the genuineness of her smile, the warmth in her greetings, and the calmness in her eyes that allured you to her.
In the next fifteen minutes with nothing more than a few pleasantries, professional aspects, and fewer personal details exchanged, the awkward silence further lengthened  the  mere gap of two desktops and a couple of rusty files. One single question, “so, do you read any books? Something other than these CA books, something for leisure?” was all it took to start memorable conversations which lead to the blossom of a wonderful comradeship. In a mere week, likes were discussed, people were talked about, opinions debated, new plans made. But the universe, the wicked thing that it is, had different plans. This amazing person, who I warmed up to so quickly, had to move, and there I was, crammed with emotions of having to say goodbye to yet another person I dint want to. After a poignant farewell laden with tears and heavy hearts, I walked into a nearby coffee shop.
I sat there reflecting upon my brief, yet wonderful relationship I shared with this particular person, I couldn’t help but wonder upon the reason for her part in my life. She entered my life when I least expected, bonded with me over unusual interests, and has become such an influence in my life that she has been a catalyst for one of the biggest decisions I’ve made in life.

I've begun to feel, there is something almost sacred about people who are innocent beyond tender, about those who are not scarred by the negativity in life, about ones who would move mountains to help you. About those who can love without expectation and fear, about people who not only open their minds with you, but also share a part of their soul with you. That part which hangs with you forever, like a horcrux, and crafts one of the shortest friendships to mean a lifetime to you.

By the time, there was nothing more than the extra cream from the latte in my cup, I looked out of my reverie to the early evening traffic, I had an epiphany. Not an instantaneous one, but one which you realize and see , when the tempest in your mind settles down. There are few people who stay in your life to slap you down and show the tinted side of the human nature, while a few walk into your life, like the mid-summer-rains, be there for just a milli-second in the time span of your lives, but leave a mark in your heart with their clear conscience, and unpainted thoughts, which restores your beliefs in innocence, in love, and in magic of life. As I paid the bill out of the coffee parlor, and exited with a grin fixed on my face, I was filled with happiness knowing I have been lucky enough to meet at least a handful of such people in my life, and travel with me, no matter how much distance the universe puts in between. 

PS: sorry but couldn't help but, insert a harry potter reference :D for those who don't know, "horcruux" is an object which has a piece of the soul of the creator of the same :D 

Friday, February 14, 2014

Tale of a coffe shop, a long lost friend and uncertainties

A table in the rightmost corner of a small coffee shop , with comfortable bamboo chairs, clear skies, pleasant wind carrying the aroma of coffee beans being roasted, amongst a few people who sat by chitchatting with their pals, some lost in a book, and few others glued to their laptop screens with their headphones on, and one who sat a little uncomfortable, fingers drumming on the wooden table, glancing nervously at the entrance, and eyes flicking back to the face of the watch every five minutes in the rightmost corner. She was fifteen minutes earlier than planned, and it had already been ten minutes past the agreed time. With the minute passing, anxiety grew, with only a pinch of nervousness imbibed. Why the anxiety? After all the wait was only for the best friend! One who had promised to be in touch forever, one with whom the first exhibition exhibit was shared, one who screamed her lungs out to run only a little bit faster to win gold in those sports days, one with whom the tears of farewell were shed in the airport, and with the one “forever friends” was promised. But it had been four years, save for the birthday and other festival wishes, and the likes and shares on Facebook, there was no contact. They had been busy, they said to their sorry souls, only to convince that all knowing heart, that there could still be a chance we were right.

In the moments that passed, life re-winded, and many memories played, and the whole fact that there were so many people who were promised “forever in touch” were forgotten, and this sent an unsettling thought into the head. Why were people ,who once seemed around whom, the world revolved suddenly become nothing more than a count on the number of friends you have? How is that, when you couldn't pass a minute without that one, become the reason for so much anxiety in a relaxed coffee shop?

The fact is, the ephemerality of life is the law of nature. There is nothing in life which is permanent and to stay. The rainbow always vanishes after the rain. In life, we are meant to meet, and we do so too, people who promise things which are not in their hands, some who do so, because at that moment, nothing else is more important. Some who come into our lives so abruptly, and apparently without any reason, and some who are slowly introduced in our lives, who crawl inside to establish their place in your lives, and leave their marks so deep and clear. And yet life moves on, and you move on, promises of “forever” are always made, and they are more often than not broken too.

The gates opened and she entered, carrying a chocolate in her hands, with the same anxiety and a pinch of nervousness mirrored in her face, she scanned the floor only once, when she spotted the table to the rightmost corner of the coffee shop, there i was, feeling anxitement, and in the moments it took for her to walk to me, i realized ,i understood, and i knew, that i would go through this process of impermanence a hundred times if it meant looking at this person you knew would make you feel this level of happiness , that which cannot be put into simple words, that only which can be felt by someone who shares the same happiness, and someone who believes in the wicked games the universe plays with you, only to give you this moment- this moment of immense of happiness, that you are quite radiating with it and enclosing all around you in that happy bubble of yours.

I want to make peace with the idea of impermanence, of the flow of people in and out of my life, and accept my existence for what is really means, and enjoy these moments,this uncertainty and impermanence presents. And as the cliche goes, nothing in life, save you, is permanent.

And she hugged her old dear friend so tight, and as she remembered to bend down to my five feet figure to hug me tighter, it almost came naturally to me to stand on my tippy toes. She lifeted the chocolate, and all she had to say was “for old times sake” ...... :D

a coffe epiphany

a coffe epiphany