The Dark Side Of Love..

Unconditional love?

Nah, it doesn’t fascinate me.

Well, having said that, everybody seems to be using this word these days, but seldom does anyone follow it. For me, love is something which happens with your growth in maturity – as an individual and within the soul as well. It’s not about smiling, giggling, but it’s about caring and facing the difficulties – at the back end of it. Every day you get up and do your routine work, nothing really special to remember. Nothing really matters. What matters is the image that comes before you close your sleepy eyes. The image that is inside you all day – which tends to flash every now and then. And you don’t have the sense to realise the destination where you actually end up landing without any control whatsoever. That is the effect of that image – anywhere, everywhere. This image is nothing but your love. Without her, you tend to hate everything and everyone. At work, she gets into your work, your reports, your records. At leisure, she is never out of your mind. The songs you love, kill you with her thoughts. All you want is to consume her love, her earthly body, her mind, her soul and even her spirit. You wanna own her completely. You can’t stand the sight of her talking to anyone else. You can’t stand the sight of her ignoring you. This is not unconditional love. This form of love is unique and destructive in nature. But it is by far purest too – as you don’t really give a damn to anyone else. For you, love and the object of love is the same and the only one, nothing else. This kind of love is destructive in nature ’cause it can harm your relationship with others and you turn villain in the eyes of worldly people – but you’re the hero of your own story. But what happens when your loved one gets to know about all these, about the real you? She will be over the moon, overwhelmed with joy which has no bounds. A woman wants nothing but loyalty. And this loyalty drives her crazy.

Unconditional love?

Nah, it’s not for me, not for her, not for us.

About the author: It’s not me. One of my cousins have written this post. He asked me not to reveal him & also mentioned that THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 😛 I seriously doubt this 😉 But, he has been a support for me always and appreciates and guides me while writing. Hope you liked it and you can also express yourself in the comments section 😀

That notification sound..

My phone
Is like a whining baby
Who keeps on
Whining always
Some notification sound
Now and then
Some notification sound
At regular intervals
But I don’t care much
For any of those
Until I hear THAT SOUND
For which I crave
No matter what I am doing
I never fail to attend to it
And if it’s not you
Yes I curse
Under my breath
And keep my phone aside
Doing the unnecessary
Things which I do
To wait for
THAT SOUND 
Until I hear
It again

DAY 5

This is in response to Kritika’s Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. Thank you Kritika for giving me this wonderful opportunity to express my thoughts in a different manner. It’s the end of this challenge. Thank you Kritika, I really loved it 🙂

The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”

I would like to nominate Sheth for this challenge(Day 5).

Knowing your beauty..

Seeing your beauty
Made me stared
At you for 20 seconds
Knowing your beauty
Will make me love you
For endless of time
Because your beauty
Is not limited to physicality
But also your caring
Your sharing your crying
Your laughing your feeling
Your excitement your anger
Your happiness your neutrality
Your naughtiness your ignorance
Your little joys your dancing
Your smiles your loving
And to know your beauty
I would give all my time
Just to be with you
And let you know me
And know you back 🙂

Bad times forget us.. but good times??

Long days

Leads to

Long nights?

Or Peaceful sleep?

It depends on

How the day went..

Now, did it go good?

Better?

Worse?

C’mon, Worst!!!!

Does it matter?

Because, it’s gone

And you can’t get it back

Not the troubled times

Not the sweaty brows

Not the scared feelings

Its all gone !!

And what you’re left

With is

Experience

Wow!! Ain’t experience the best?

For me, it is

As we learnt how to tackle

How to manage

How to avoid

How to be thankful

How to forget

How to revive

How to stand back up

After the downfall

After the chaos

After the turmoil

After the helter skelter

After all is gone

You remain..

Sometimes alone

Sometimes surrounded

Sometimes bruised

Only physical?

Are you a fool?

Mental bruises are more fatal

They crush us

Grind us

Blind us

But

Makes us stronger

Sharper

Victorious

And you may forget the bad times

You may also forget the good times

But the thing is

The good times do not forget you

Bad times does

Even so easily

Because it is ashamed

That you won over it

And you conquered

But the Good times

Stays

Not in your heart

But in the minds

And on the lips

Of others

And may be you are

Not a big fan of Limelight

But your deeds

Which speaks volumes

Brings you under limelight

And you hear the echo

Of your good deeds

And all remains

is Those deeds

Good or Bad, they remember

You because you were there

And you lived those times

Endured them

And came out stronger

Not always one succeeds

Some fail also

But they fail

Only when they

Ain’t got it in them

To stand up again

Face it all

From the beginning

But with experience

And with Bad Experience

You have already won

Half the battles

And hence the good times

Increases

Exponentially……

I shouldn’t have slept !!

I have never been
A big fan of sleep
As I feel that something
Will be missed
And it happened again
Still continues the trend
And I hope that I will
Not repeat it
I kept you waiting
Waiting for the whole night
I was all asleep
With you in my dreams
And you were awake
Waiting in reality
I feel so bad
To have kept you waiting
You told you were busy
With other friends
But I know deep down
You were hoping
That I shouldn’t had slept
So early
Which was unlike me
But then I woke up
To see your missed calls
And I feel so bad
And I know you have slept
We are together in your dreams
And now its my turn to wait
Till you wake up
Which is always very late
But this I deserve and
I am all happy to wait
And think about the good times
We spend & talk & cherish
Its all morning
And let me try something new
As in a walk to keep
My waiting all real
And occupied
Just thinking that you
Look most beautiful
While sleeping.

P.S. : I hate sleep for sure !!

That shirt !!!!

She had forgotten everything

Almost everything

I know because she didn’t reply back

Not to my mails or calls or messages

And I had also eventually moved on

With the fact scribbled in my mind

That I was not worth her

May be a bit in past but not anymore in present

And I was driving en-route office

And got a call from an unknown caller

I parked my car roadside

On receiving I heard nothing

Silence and some sobs after a while

And finally the voice I used to love once

She was all scattered at that moment

And I was too upon listening her sobs

I got out of my car and calmly asked

Her the reason for her sadness

And she was just crying loudly also

With hiccups

On insisting for long she replied

That just some moments back she

Was searching for an old gown of hers

And then she found THAT SHIRT

Which was what I had wore

When we became intimate the first time

And I asked her to keep it

And she used to wear the shirt

Everytime she missed me then

And finding that shirt made her realize

How wrong we both were and the ending

Of our story could had been different

But now everything was gone

And I know this feeling was just temporary

And thankfully she also felt the same

All she could say was that she would

Hang the shirt on the peg on the wall

Till sometime in future and

Reminisce the good ol days

I felt good that she at least contacted me

And I was back to my driver’s seat

And she again had the control over her life

And she got used to the feeling of that shirt

And it didn’t bring her those emotions back anymore

Now she knows how it felt when

I Looked at the shirt gifted by her

Which I had given to a needy

After some struggling days then !!

Optional tag of Love..

If she don’t love me back

Then will it still be called love?

Because its not 2 sided

And it never will be also I guess

But I surely do feel for her

Want her to smile, to laugh

To be at peace with her life

Even though in chaos

I wish all this for her

But the strange part is

I want all this for myself also

Without her its all chaos everywhere

Helter skelter it is

Things don’t make sense much

But her presence there Is what is required

To feel peace when surrounded by confusion

To feel calm when everything frustrates me

To feel happy with she is there

Why I love her is not known to me

And whether will she reciprocate also

Is doubtful

All I know is

Love me or not

She likes talking to me

She likes knowing me

And letting herself known

Love is just a tag sometimes

And having that tag is optional

But having her with me is mandatory.

“Love will welcome, Whatever may come”

The Real You..

You never cease to

Amaze me with your beauty

Amaze me with your thoughts

Amaze me with your wisdom

Amaze me with your patience

Amaze me with your love

Amaze me with your willpower

Amaze me with your dedication

Amaze me with your good deeds

Amaze me with your opinions

Amaze me with your smile

Amaze me with your innocence

Amaze me with your naughtiness

Amaze me with your decisions

Amaze me with your adventures

Amaze me with your straight forwardness

Amaze me with your crystal soul

Amaze me with your pure heart

And the best thing is

You don’t do anything

Out of the ordinary to amaze me

You just show me THE REAL YOU !!

Skipped half a beat..

Beating

Thumping

Running

Since the beginning of Life

Not ever wanting to stop

But stop it did

Just for HALF a beat

And that was the sweetest of all

When that smile was seen

Not only my Heart

But also my whole life

Stopped a bit

And it’s permanently imprinted

In my memories

The sweetest of All

Most beautiful of All

Wishing I could

Have more of such

Memories to preserve in my

Beating

Thumping

Running

Organ which has learned

To forget it’s priority job

When the most beautiful Gal

Is in my memories or in front of me !!

Counter clockwise moment..

I am trying to sleep staring at the ceiling of my room

Concentrating on the blades of the fan

How they are moving counter clockwise

And their peculiar movement brought back

All the hidden and long forgotten memories

It is as if I am looking on a projector

The blades of the fan not being any hindrance

I can see us talking on the couch

Laughing and teasing at the beginning

Being friends and exchanging numbers

Then talking to each other late nights

Trying to make the other smile when gloomy

Trying to make the other special

All those times of intermingled fingers

Of closeness and of intimate moments

All right there in front with the best smile

On her face and the feeling of completeness

On mine and the air filled with love and care

There were moments of tangos and dancing

And laughs and me on my knees

And she covering her face with her palm

There were moments of quarrels also

With her facing the other side

And me holding dairy milk but with vain

There were times of support also

When my Grandpa expired and she was there for me

Holding me right and trying her best to make me feel better

There were times of anger with no one letting go of ego

And not talking for weeks but just 1 sorry

1 smile was enough to make things straight

There were hugs and touches and locked lips and trust

It was US there and then a drop of tear

Rolled down from the corner of my right eye

It was like reality punched me at my gut

And all I could do was turn my side

Rub my face on the pillow

Hoping that she is happy and not going through the same phase

And not looking at the fan helped me

Avoid the past and gradually I was

Inside the blanket of sleep!!