Pause.

If time can pause

after every second, for a second

why can't we do the same

after every breath, for a breath?!

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Absence.

What if I go?

Leave the rain

Leave that walk in the night

Leave my favourite song behind

Would you remember my idiosyncrasies.

What if I go?

Would you catechize the crumbles of beguiling bond,

Cry or just sit in my favourite corner

And have a talk with the zephyr.

It is not too dreamy, is it?

Then maybe you could just make a promise

To show me a comely reflection

Beneath the countenance of present

That would be my life.

In your hands, when I am gone.

What if I indeed go?

I need you to buy me few breaths

To accompany me on the voyage

Of pretty life and prettier death.

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Now make an effort and hear this. Something which could just touch the deepest cord of the heart. An extremely beautiful composition!

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Perhaps I'm Too Naive.

It was supposed to be happy day. That is what I had thought when I woke up this morning. The morning light which was making its way through beautiful leaves had made me smile with complete awe shining in my eyes as I was gearing up for my exam. But getting into the details of what all happened today wouldn't help me right now.

Because I need to sort other important things. There is this whirlpool of tough chapters gushing in my head. It is colliding hard. And this is novel. Trust me! I have never been an escapist. I have never turned my back to situations which have the strength to make one hide beneath a facade of love and compassion. I have always believed in colouring the greyed walls and not repelling them. But this time, I feel more like an alien or rather an intruder in my own land. Like I might wake up to a morrow that I will never know. That no one would ever know.

And these questions, they are ringing too. Answer me! Will the Sun shine if I close my eyes and believe that it is the only thing in this whole goddamn world that can lighten up the emptied hole? And would it delete some parts which have occurred out of nowhere and caused great trouble to the little mind I have?

And what if I stand on the terrace of that big building and scream out loud something. Something which could easily free me of this unidentified pain by reaching the ears of someone. I don’t know. Would that work?

Sigh!

You know actually, a tight hug from you could work. Yes, that is the thing I want right now. Hey, you are listening right?

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Is It Bad To Gamble?

For once,

Converse with that dicey turn of your life.

You scared? Don't be. It won’t eat you up darling.

For once,

Open the windows which you turned your back to.

Feel how the winter air feels.

The one that makes a chill run down your spine. Enjoy it!

For once,

Don’t save the blessings,

Untie them. And multiply.

For once,

Face the real you.

You are ugly yet beautiful.

For once,

Just gamble.

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A Struggle between True and False.

I count the twinkling stars above my head. One...two...five...eight. The music is good. It’s trance. I have developed a strong passion for it because it is beautiful in every sense. We are having white wine. It smells perfect and also the air above the sea. The sea breeze. It’s a little chilly here may be because it is night time. Eleven...twelve...thirteen. You say something in my ears...something light-hearted because it made me smile and blush.

I close my eyes and feel the tranquility of the breeze kissing my cheeks. My hair is not so long but it is long enough to dance to the tunes of the natural music played by the waves and the soft zephyr together, in a harmony. I hear you counting. Twenty...twenty four.

It’s getting colder now. The music has stopped. My left nostril is all blocked and my eyes are still closed as I don’t want to break the peaceful facade. I call out your name. Twice! But in vain. So I open my eyes. The chilly breeze blurs my vision. I clear it and look around. It seems to be a different place. It is white. All white or rather snowy. There is no one till the farthest end. You are nowhere to be seen. It is like you never even existed. No sign! No clue! And the worst thing is that my companion is silence. My only fear! You remember. Don’t you?

It is oblivious to my presence. It can’t see. But it can feel me and so it stalks! I run to my left to find something or someone for help. But all I have to face is stillness...sheer stillness. And it locks me up like I would never be able to escape. May be it is just in my imagination, may be you would wake me up with a kiss and hold me tight in the warmth of your arms or maybe this nightmare would never come to an end. You said that my fear would make me reach the acme of insanity. Is it that madness hovering in my head or is it happening for real? Are you really gone or am I just too blinded with these unresolved questions?

Fiercely

Screams

Dreary fears

In the muteness.

Pours out and surrounds me.

This is silence! Austerely attaches to my life.

With weapons to drown me within and rupture the veins, it plays hard.

This is silence. A sad reminder of the lost voice, the chord untouched but distorted. It is piercing, pinching and hurting.

It chases me. Like a poignant reminder of the chasing dream I had.

The one which made me run for life.

But this is bloody silence.

My only trepidation

Catches creepily

Chokes

Kills!

Thirty one...thirty four...thirty five. And your voice echoes in my little head as I come to terms with reality.

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P.S : Thanks a lot Crystal and Fiona for being an inspiration to write a Fibonacci sonnet.  :*  ^_^

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The Magic of 80's

I have always loved or rather enjoyed listening to old Bollywood songs. The ever lasting melodies..specially those of the Kishore Kumar era. Yes! :) And today my day began with few such songs. I am a true nocturnal by heart and soul and to wake up early in the morning (when there is no college) is like a serious punishment for me and it is all the more torturing when I have to wake up early just to pass through a real BAD traffic jam during a journey of four hours to reach a place which is not even of my interest. But thanks to Kishore Kumar. His voice made the today's mind fuck journey a lot bearable.

Anyway, if you listen to a song of 70's or 80's era and compare it with any latest song, what difference would you notice? Okay, please don't give me the lyrical difference because I know that these days 'Chammak Challo' or 'Munni Badnaam Hui' type songs are a hit and that is a different story. (And I so want to dedicate a separate post to highlight this grave issue. But I'm still having second thoughts whether or not to pollute my space with this poignant genre of music that has the capacity to make me lose my senses and run here and there doing ninja and shouting HELP! HELP!) The difference that I am talking about is how I am or we are able to identify that so and so song is of 80's even if it is for the first time we listen? What is it in its music? Or if the technology has shown some advancement then how could the voice of today's singers doesn't at all match with those of our mummy-papa time? I once asked this question to a friend of mine and she got confused regarding the inexplicable change in voice quality of singers and we changed the topic.

Though today, it was definitely a refuge listening to Kishore Da songs, this question kept ringing in my head. I still don't know the logical answer behind. May be you can help! :)

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The following song was the one which made me go all chiggy wiggy in the car. But thank god my parents didn't notice.