If only I could fly away!

I sat by the window,

Looking out at the sky,

The forlorn bird flying across

The expanse of blue

Touching the chords of my heart.

The small, brown wonder circled around,

And perched atop the neighboring window.

As it shushed and looked around,

It seemed to mirror my state of mind.

How I longed to fly away,

To soar higher than ever

But day upon day,

The burden increased,

Bogging me down forever.

Another sparrow came and sat near,

The two chirping away,

I glanced at my empty beside,

While the pair made its’ way.

Alas! For me there was no escape,

The chains never seemed to unbind,

And so I sat there looking at the blue expanse,

Forlorn, more than ever.

Trying to locate the silver lining,

More hopeful than ever.

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P.S.:  You may not know it, but you make a big difference in my life, my thoughts, my being. Thank you so much! This is dedicated solely to you! Thank you, Aayush!

The Pink Window

Everyone wants a Pink Window, I suppose! ūüėČ

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The Pink Window
Is my eye
To the world below
Day in and day out
I look out
To see the vegetable seller peddling his wares.
The neighbourhood aunties gossiping at the corner.
The vehicles passing by.
And Him.
Him.
Always waiting at the bus stop infront of my building.
Him. Lean, tall, and handsome.
Thud Thud. My heart beats louder
Almost drowning out the sound of my friend’s chatter at the other end of the phone.
My eyes keep drifting to him. Again and again.
He glances up. Once. Oh and again now.
I blush and turn away, lest my brother standing next to me notices the pink splotches on my face.
His image in my mind, to revisit when the dreams come calling.

The Pink Window
Is my eye
To the world above
Day in and day out
I look up
To see the clothes hanging out…

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Contrasting Worlds! (For better or for worse?)

Last morning in a deliberate (and desperate!) attempt to set ourselves free from the shackles of our hectic schedules, a few of us went out on an early Sunday morning drive to the not-so-well-frequented places of Calcutta.

Sincere advice — Next time you’re freewheeling around like me, just observe what’s around you.

One of our stops was a road-side eatery in the city. (For Calcuttans, we were near the¬†Calcutta¬†Stock Exchange!). While we sat, waiting to greet steaming cups of tea and hot buttered toasts, under a gray clad morning sky, I looked around me. The waiters were rushing around with plates to be served, waiting on the¬†incoming¬†cars, greeting regular customers with smiles and ‘How do you do?’s, the man at the stove cheerfully doling out order after order, other early risers sitting around in clumps sharing a laugh or two (rather loud ones at that!). It was a quiet, serene and fresh way to start a Sunday! The delicateness and intricacies of the surroundings made you forget all the worries and just wanted to make you sit there all day long, staring at happy faces.

And then i happened to glance behind me. Just a¬†meter¬†away from where we were sitting, stood clusters of police patrol vans. Reason being that the local police headquarters and the State Government;s office was nearby. There were proper police sand bunkers laid out, with¬†somber-¬†faced, rifle-clad policemen in them. Noticing my¬†gaze,¬†my Dad simply pointed out, “They always have to be on the alert, lest an attack take place.”

Enough to shatter my illusion of the peace and quiet.

Contrasting worlds, ain’t it?!

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P.S: To all the men on duty, I salute you for the dedication and devotion you display. At all times. We, civilians, tend to get away from work with small excuses like sickness, birthdays, anniversaries. But for you, life seems work and work seems life. Sans complaints! Immense respect for you!

To Dream Of Love…

The teenage heart flutters at the very mention of love! The worldly experiences make love less dreamy to the more experienced souls… But sometimes when you are on the verge of falling in the bliss of love, don’t let it go… Never let it go… Grab the chance before it’s too late!

 

I got into my car. After a long day of work, all I wanted to do was sleep! I asked the driver to take me home.

I checked my cell for any messages or calls. Three calls from Mother! I called her and told her I’ll be home in another 30 minutes. No messages from Nikhil. Wishful thinking.

I laid my head on the seat, stashed away the phone in my bag.

He held my hand in his. I looked to my right. Nikhil was sitting, reading something on his cell. I squeezed his hand lightly. Tearing his eyes from his cell, he looked at me and smiled. His eyes locked with mine.

Just the sight of him made my heart skip a beat! He didn’t even know that my heart does that for him.

He set his cell aside.¬† I snuggled closer to him, resting my head on his shoulders. Being near him, somehow felt so reassuring. I just wanted to stay like that forever. The silence didn’t hurt. The ache in my back did!

“Long day?” he asked.

“Hmmm. Very long. Very tiring!”

“Tell me about it.”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Of course I do.”

“Then how come you never call. Or ask. Or spend some time alone. You know I’d like it.”

“You never said so.”

“Well, I just did! I like you, and I treat you special. I want to feel the same.”

There was no reply.

I turned to look at him. Umm, there was no him!

I looked at my palm cupping the air, waiting for someone to slide a hand in.

Crap! I’d drifted off to sleep!

People say dreams come true! I wanted to make sure this one did.

I retrieved my cell from my handbag.

I dialed Nikhil.

“Hey!” said the voice at the other end.

“Hi!”

“Long day?” he asked.

My heart skipped a beat!

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Where the heart speaks more than the mind…

Writing has always been a passion for me… Playing with words, delving into thoughts, exploring new waves of emotions… that’s more of my style!

My happier times have probably been spent penning down those happy memories… This blog will see it all — happiness, dejection, anger, love, friendship, frustration, elation, success, failure, joys, dreams, inspirations… The bare emotions of a young Indian heart.¬†

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To a new beginning!

 

Raw emotions. Inked.

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