And I wait

And I Wait…

I don’t know what to say.

It’s been just a few days that passed away.

Rather it was since yesterday that we stopped speaking.

You just said that you wanted to be alone, wanted to have some time alone.

And I agreed to that.

But now I am starting to wonder.

“Was it all fake whatever you said?” I ponder.

Wasn’t it you who said that you’d be my friend forever?

But now I think they were mere words you said.

I feel even you’d go away.

Might be I’m getting impatient.

But what’s such a problem that you couldn’t get over it yet.

Do you know I was hurt when you messaged me do not call or message?

I don’t know why but I felt bad.

Though the span of our togetherness might be short,

But I miss you.

But then what else can I do?

Even though heart-broken I might be, how much hurt I might be,

I check my cell all the time, keeping track of time.

And I wait.

Whoever U are...

Whoever u r …wherever u r…I’m waiting for u waiting for our stars to align, for our times to coincide….for our paths to transect…I know u are waiting 4 me too…for I can feel ur sighs in the cool breeze around me…I can hear u in the rustling leaves, whispering winds…yes dear I do wish u goodnight…incessantly every night…I kiss u sweet

dreams every night…for I know somewhere in another corner of this mortal world u r waiting 4 me…for us to unite to immortality…to hold me in ur arms for the eternity….

Never Let Go....

Never Let Go…

I just watched the Hollywood flick “The Guardian”…the events, the dialogues etc made me think one thing…

“Don’t worry, I won’t let go..”

Beautiful words to hear,

Courageous words to say,

Heavy & hard to mean,

But yet a record in themselves if ever acted upon.

From this I just remember I saw Titanic movie too and even in that Jack makes Rose swear to never let go…

This is all very beautiful.

And it definitely makes your life more beautiful and worthwhile when you have been through these words & their actions.

Never Let Go….

I just wish I could say these words to my shattered trust & faith.

The words I long to hear from someone,

And someone who’d long to hear these words from me.

Of course there are many, but how many really mean those words and actually mean to hear and understand those words? God only knows.

Well but my idea behind writing all this was not to show my cynicism and pessimist attitude.

I just realized how beautiful life would be if we said these words to a stranger in need,

To a dying man who has clenched our fist…”Don’t worry I won’t let go”,

To a child learning to ride a bicycle & just had a fall,yet trying to ride again,

To a distressed friend who shouts “Leave me alone!” and yet we say “I’ll never ever let go..”,

Lets just never let go the beauty of life, the humanity in us…

Lets just never let go the goodness we have…

To a small child, to a stranger, to an old person, to those who do really need me….

Don’t worry, I won’t let go.

To my life, to the humanity in me, the little bit of goodness left in me….

I will never let go,

I promise.

Little black something...

I remember once I was entering into the subway. I passed an old very shabby looking man. There was something about him that attracted my attention. Even though I had walked a yards distance , I came back looking for him...and in the meanwhile a lot many thoughts entered my mind...I remembered he had something in his hand...Something black....Small..but black...Solid black..WHAT??? Oh NO! As I realized the graveness and gravity of the situation I started to run...Running...looking for the man desperately...my mind all full of 'What ifs?'...I bumped into a couple of people...that slowed down my pace...some even yelled at me...But all of it was immaterial...there was something far more important right now..to find the man. There I was...in the mob..lost...panic trickling down my forehead in the form of sweat... The tension could be felt around me now...people around me were gathering around realising that something was wrong...there was a sense of suspense...suddenly I spotted the shabby guy.I yelled aloud "Hey you!" and started chasing him. He was too mortified to see me and a mob running towards him...but we all stopped..petrified mid way, slipping,skidding..'cause almost all of us had spotted the black thing in his hands..a pistol it was,or a revolver,or even a detonator...as the notion of a detonator appeared into my mind I was all the more scared but now I was even more determined to get it away from him. He was trying to hide it..rather trying to tuck it safely somewhere...but then suddenly someone came running from side,lunged at him and knocked the the black thing from his arms. All rushed to catch him up and hold him tight. He had fallen down,pinned to the ground, some angry frustrated people kicked him. Due to all this furore the local police rushed to the spot. The black stuff lied there nearby...i reached near it to see what it was actually...

On crumpled cover, in the distorted writing the word were written in gold inscription:

" THE HOLY BIBLE "

My First Step....

Finally...after so much of acquaitances with blogs...am here...with my own blog...

Ain't it just amazing we can say all we want to without caring who really cares...

Expressing ourselves without being noticed...

I like it...