Tuesday, January 20, 2015

A few Scraps .....

    A few Scraps .....        

"Sometimes its not about the story,it is about the characters ,through whom you are saying your own life ,through whom you are singing your own song.."

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                                                   How will he write ?
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ntervening thorough telephonic conversation ,in a soft voice with a caution following an abrupt pause, girl said once :" Why don't you write a story on us ? "
She is apt at doing all these things ,on phone,she would talk and abruptly spark out  an inquisition and this pours in him beautiful sensations .He used to wait for those husky interventions and as soon she made one ,he used to get elated thoroughly.And the joy like festivities filled his mind and body.
Buy that day he could not reply but smiled .
The girl also didn't pursue ,maybe,she knew the reason behind the silence 
.Love is a special feeling .It enables the person to read between the lines ,know the reasons behind the unreasoned smiles ,know the truth that has been brimming out to flow from years but still somehow constrained ,like the water of a river reserves its potential in the dam .Love opens you up,eases you even to share the darkest corners of your heart ,it bandages all those wounds that had been bleeding for years .
The boy ,while retiring back ,on his bed ,took the pen in his hand contemplating on his beautiful association with her of three years and thought to write something down but couldn't figure out what to write .For years he has accumulated a lot of emotions .He has cared for these emotions and nurtured them like a mother nurtures and feeds her baby but today he has been thinking hard but can not write .There are so many things he can write .He scribbles something down and cuts it ; jots a few lines ,again fails to write in tandem like he usually writes.
And in his mind , appeared a landscape, a green meadow, where she was there and he said to her "Dear ,I am living a story .How will I write ? Can a life be written ? "...
This thought sent in him a shiver throughout. 
Yes........
Will he able to transmute an image (whatever he has seen in her photographs) into beautiful string of words .Will he be able to flung open the windows of his heart and flood all his feelings as pure as gold into words scribbled on paper made of lifeless pulp .Will that lifeless paper be able to embrace the words of life .Will the ink of a pen be able to flow down on paper like she flows in his blood into veins .Will he be able to tell that one who is no one to the world in regard to him, has been all along with him like wind .
 Will he able to write that why his heart felt like a dew on the rose.Has anybody asked drop of dew ,how beautiful does she feel in the company of a petal of rose. Because of the rose ,she has got a new meaning to her existence ,subtle,but still astonishing .Her talks, her photographs, he has, are like dew drops on his existence .His existence has become all the more beautiful since he has started loving her . Because of her unknown presence these days,he breathes a different air ,embraces the rain drops like never before ,he lives his life jubilantly and his sky has become all the more scintillating with the stars resembling a twinkling hope (a hope that he will meet her someday) .Will he be able to transform all his happiness ,a happiness unknown to the world and a happiness whose reasons are so subtle that he can't define . Will he able to write down the search of his eyes ,whenever he moves out on the roads 

.Will he able to transcript the "I love you " she said to him on one night with a hitched throat but  with mysteriously soft voice .Will he be able to write that knack of hers to stop for moment ,then,with hitched throat keeping herself breathless instigating a pause and then talk in one go ? Will he be able to write about that summer night when he woke up with an unusual restlessness and from balcony saw up in the sky ,there were stars all around ,and how lonely that he felt that night . 

Will he able to transcript that shivering he felt on a winter night on a lonely road and that how desperately did he want her alongside to accompany him on a stroll on that night . Will he able to put down in words loneliness that bites him and her thoughts fill this vacancy sometimes and at fewer times this vacancy hurts all the more ... ..and midst all such thoughts one more night he slept with her thoughts along and closer he felt her that night .......
                                                                             
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                                                       Arrival In His Dreams 

Arrest in her memories ,he slept every other night.His every breath hasn't been the same .Since he has felt the seeds of love growing into a plant ,the day he has felt it blossom in him,his breath has always been in a turmoil on every thought of her. Every night her smiling face on his phone flashed and in him ,with that flash , each night new ecstasy paved way .Everyone has his own world ,in his world these days ,is an unusual commotion. There is a roar like ,the river,which explodes out from glaciers into gorge. Love is an expression of revolt ,a rebellion within yourself .An identity which you have figured out all these years ,starts fragmenting for a beautiful intrusion which encompass the four walls of persevered identity and then gets inter mingled so much that you dont know what part if your and what part is hers .Love sets itself that day when the distinctions get diluted and the day when the ever damping distinction of 'you' and 'me' eventually fades. And 'you" and 'me' becomes one .In that oneness is the love, even if its transient,fall for that transience.
And the boy ,sleep with that ,transient feel ,he cuddles ,that every night.
And like an infant smiles in his dream,his existence gets inundated with sweetest emotions ,there is a joy which he cant express.
There was a question that was stuck like a kite gets stuck in sometimes the thorny bushes .He wanted to calm that inquisition,every morning he wake up with questions still there .The question was when he loved her like his own existence ,why didn't she appear in her dreams and in this thought his every morning lit up and as the sun went beyond the mountains and as the stars filled up the sky ,again ,the same question hovered him . The question kept haunting him and the answers still were distant affair .
And a morning arrived with disillusioned flashes of hers ,in his early morning dream she appeared .A girl that he always thought ,in his dreams ,looked a complete woman .A yellow salvar suit ,simple and sober,and her hair in breeze playing in their own ways . Today, he found in her a complete woman , dignified and an unusual glow of purity on her face. She looked the most elegant woman he has ever seen and all of his body got filled up with sweet emotions ..like a dark room gets flooded with sunlight as the window are flung open. He could feel her today , her aroma and the sweetest smile on her face was all he could remember as he woke up ...and that feel he knows has gone deep within him ..It was as if a destitute finally found a shelter and like a river fighting its way through the terrain , losing a bit of her in tributaries ,running through urban centres ,through villages has finally found her meaning of existence by meeting the sea . He is the happiest person in the world today and he can sense her virtual presence all the time and that was the only wealth he posses since then .....

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                                                       I will meet you there 

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will meet you at a place where the world with selfish intents ceases to reach out.I will meet you on that mountain peak where the mist envelopes us as the one entity ,where the calm breeze will caress your eyelashes. My soul will get elated on that day when the rays of the sun,fighting the mist and fog will kiss your eyes with unusual subtlety .I will meet you on that day ,when my lips, tongue won't move , even my eyes won't talk ,nor the facial expressions may find way to talk .I will meet on that day when my silence will talk to you and a caring loving soul will resonate along with yours ..I will meet you on the banks of a silent river which on its voyage is all eager to meet the sea and still calm . A journey leading to you has begun but I can only sense ..I am blindfolded in your love and every step of mine is a step of hope ,ecstasy and enigma.

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                                                   The grass and the lovers 

On the grass ,the two souls lay under a clear sky & there was silence, the stars all around ,and in the silence , there was an unusual charisma,an unusual feel and the peace they wished. The young beating hearts have found a solace in this tranquil .For years they waited for distances to merge ,the yearning was always there and today,with every breath of theirs ,this yearning ,the desperation had finally got dissolved in the air all around .The light breeze ,the the dew and the withered leaves on the grass ,and the moon and stars in the sky had witnessed love growing every second in their exhales..

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                                                   The best Friend 

And the boy waited for the day to descend ,and ,lay back under the covers , see on his phone his life ..and as he sees her photos he forgets all the toil he had been through,throughout the day ..and he forgets the scuffle ,the thrashings ..and she appears to him his only friend ,who has no complains ,no biases ,no prejudices but has a large heart in one part of which he resides .She is his best friend ..the one in all sorrows ,pleasure ,fun and pain ..She is the one whom he never forgets to tell anything if not in front ,then in himself ,where only he and she reside , meet and jaunt along in the lanes with unusual freedom ..

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                                                  Beautiful Association
  The boy and the girl far away sleep in their houses with zillions of emotions making way in them ..They are far away physically but there is a thread ,a fine one ,that has connected them to each other ..seven year's of struggle to recognize what was there ..what was true ..has finally come into shape and.. it is love ..people talk about in volumes in movies & novels ..
Which has struck their doors of heart ..and mildly they are fading in the mist of love and an usual togetherness even when they have not met ..a beautiful innocent association is building between them and growing every minute. ...This is the best moment of their lives ..this  happening to them is not less than a festival and joyous are these moments...

                                                                   

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