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Incomplete Love Story

Incomplete Love Story

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like an unfinished dream, an incomplete story
a letter half written, a forgotten melody;
certain things are better incomplete
like our...

Friday, March 24, 2017

Falling into the darkness…


It is close to midnight, he is sitting on his bed quietly and looking at the clock ticking and his heart is waiting anxiously, when the minute hand will move and begin a new day. There is an eerie silence everywhere, even the distant barks of dogs doesn’t affect him today.

It’s been ten days now, since he has been feeling this way but he has no clue, what to do about it. He has been trying to embrace his darkness but every night he is scared, he is not able to sleep. He feels suffocated as if someone is trying to choke him to death but not killing him actually.

It is the feeling of suffering that envelopes him every night, it is the feeling of loneliness that holds him tightly into its clutches and it is the feeling of self-destruction that makes him feel scared from his own shadow.

He feels what if the darkness within him comes out and shatters every dream, and destroy him completely. What if the negativity that has recently surrounded him will leave him with no friends and no one to love him? What if the shade he is under will destroy him forever?

“I have already lost my innocence long back,” he reflects. He is sitting with his leg folded, his head aches. It feels as if it is going to burst, someone is hammering it from inside. “I was once a happy kid,” he tells himself.

“Then what happened?” he hears a voice coming from a distance. He gets up and checks his balcony but there is no one. “It is in my head,” he says as he lay down on his bed. He has left the door to balcony open for some air, it is suffocating in here.

It is past midnight now and another scary night awaits for him as sleep is a far-fetched dream now. But why suddenly he has started feeling this way? Why his heart is heavy all the time? Why his head aches? And there is so much of negativity. He switches off the light as the characters of his book appears in his room.

This is not the first time, he is seeing things so he is not surprised but he is trying to deviate his mind by thinking about some other thing. But he is not thinking about them either then why they are here every night.

“Because we are here to remind you that you need to burst the bubble you are living in and accept the reality,” says Rehan, sitting by the side of balcony.

“I am not living in any bubble,” he says in his mind and distracts himself by playing some music in his phone.

“You are not going to be happy ever in your life. Since your childhood you have been sad and you will be sad forever. Happiness is your illusion and if you don’t come out of that illusion then you will destroy yourself and destroy everyone around you,” Rehan says.

He is feeling really weak and scared. He is trying to ignore what Rehan is saying but it is in his head. He dials her number, it rings three times and no one picks up. He dials her number again, it rings three times and no one picks up.

“Remember, I tried plenty of times and no one picked my call either and that is why I am like a grumpy soul which you will turn into too because I am the imagination of your head. Somewhere, I reside within you,” Rehan smirks.

He leaves few messages for her. And dials her number again. He wished if she was here then he would never feel this scared. Because when she is around him, he feels secured and safe in her arms. But she is asleep.

“There is still some time, you can save yourself from sufferings,” Rehan says and disappears.

His heart is really heavy, he feels like crying. He keeps his phone aside and tries to sleep. He close his eyes and he hears Arpita’s voice.

“Don’t worry and don’t listen to Rehan. He is only trying to play with your mind. She is sleeping that is why she is not picking up your call. Don’t worry and don’t think about anything. I know you are not even thinking anything of that sort but don’t listen to Rehan. You deserve to be happy and soon this will be over,” Arpita says to him stroking his hair.

He picks up his phone again and starts typing. He wants to tell her what is happening with him. He is not angry with her. He is only missing her. He is worried about his peace of mind. She was tired that’s why she fell asleep, and actually she has no clue what is going on in his head.

“Yes. She doesn’t know because you haven’t told her anything. You haven’t told her clearly what is disturbing you and I understand why you haven’t told her. She is already too occupied and you don’t want her to burden her. But tell her,” Arpita says.

He is typing everything that he is feeling and he is also hating himself for doing this, because he is worried when she will wake up in the morning she will be ambushed with so many messages and so many calls. And she will blame herself for falling asleep and not being there with him.

“But if you don’t tell her, you will die every day slowly and maybe Rehan will succeed in playing with your mind,” Arpita says.

“But I created both of you from my imagination. Then why you guys are trying to overpower me? What wrong did I do?” He screams as a lone tear rolls down from his eyes and there is no one around. He switches on the light and stand in the balcony. His head is getting really heavy and he feels as if he is going mad.

“I should sleep before I imagine more and go mad,” he says to himself and comes back to his room. He tries to close his eyes and sleep but it is coming back all over again. He picks up his phone and dials her number again. She isn’t picking up. He keeps trying. He types down what he is feeling. But he is feeling really sad, and cold and it feels as if he is going to suffer and he is never going to be happy in his life. He feels everyone is going to leave him and he will left alone, no one would like to talk to him and he is also afraid. If he continues to see things and listen to what they have to say then one day the world is going to label him as mad and everything he has made and earned would be gone in a stroke of a single second.

“But why I am feeling still so heavy after completing the saga?” he says.

Source: http://img05.deviantart.net/20cd/i/2013/338/b/5/drowning_by_kevron2001-d6wps8z.jpg



Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Infinite Me!!!

There are times which changes the dynamics of your life. Maybe at that moment, you would have taken it like any other casual greetings but gradually you saw yourself getting into the moment. You witnessed how miraculously the mystery unfolded right in front of your naked eyes and all you could do was smile at your luck.

But why luck? Why we always blame luck for our miseries? Or always compliment luck after succeeding in doing something. Or is it that you happened to do certain thing because you thought luck was on your side else you couldn’t have reached far? So who is this luck? Is he or she? Has anyone ever seen him? Does he hang around the tea stall near every office where people keep cursing him for the job they have or does she appear like a mystic beauty suddenly out of the blue and people burst out in joy in the astonishment of their “luck”.

I know you must be thinking is he high or what rubbish he is talking about. We humans have this tendency of linking everything to something and drawing our own conclusions based upon the scientific calculation that goes in everyone’s head. 

You failed in exam because you were unlucky to miss the question you thought you should study but left it thinking it won’t come. You secured good marks in your exam because you were lucky that questions you studied came in your exam. These are a few instances from our day to day life and if you try to reflect upon it, you would notice that maybe we all are missing the bigger picture, maybe the bigger question or the larger significance of unfolding of events that always leave us dumbstruck.

Can it be other way round? I mean, I don’t understand the language when people say that things happened in the way it had to because everything is written by someone who holds our destiny and who runs our world.

What if there is no one sitting up there, there is no one to make plans for us or write our future? Maybe whatever happens is only the outcome of perfectly balanced infinite string of multiverse. What if there are infinite possibilities of our single life and anytime anything changes in the parallel universe, it has its effect on us here.

I know I cannot prove anything. But can you prove someone is writing your future? I guess no.
For instance, maybe there are infinite me in the parallel universes and anytime one among the infinite me makes a decision, it reflects on all the me and that is why we make certain decisions in life out of nowhere and somewhere those decisions either make us or break us.

There are times when we look at someone and feel as if I know them already. Even if I am talking to them for the first time in my life, I will feel as if I know them from a long time. And then we humans who are good in doing what we do best, we tell people that perhaps you met this person in your previous life and that is how you feel the connection. Wow, so enigmatic!

What if I say maybe that person you just met, you know them from a little while in parallel universe and because you met them in a parallel universe, it took some time to make that change in your life in this universe and somehow knowingly or unknowingly you bumped into that person and suddenly you felt you know them because you actually know them.

Obviously, you wouldn’t know the intricate details about that person. You wouldn’t know what they like to eat or drink or wear but there is a strong vibe that tells you about the person and whether or not you would like to meet them or talk with them again. And if in the parallel universe you mean something to that person, you will realise the bonding between the two of you is spectacular. Maybe things don’t work out between couples because they are not in sync with the infinite string of multiverses and to avoid that glitch which may impact the rest of you in the multiverses, the relation breaks and once again, you are on your way to bump into the one for you.

I know people can say I am not making sense and it is fine. Because I believe in something but not necessary that everyone should believe in it.

Source: http://s.hswstatic.com/gif/what-is-multiverse-1-orig-1.jpg

Monday, March 13, 2017

A home away from home...


A decade has passed by,
Still feels like yesterday,
When I grabbed my bag,
And wandered into the unknown.

Though every single day,
I thought about you;
Though never expressed,
The feelings suppressed inside.

The color of festivals,
Bring back those memories,
Still fresh and vivid in my mind,
Like it was yesterday.

The days when my dad's voice,
Used to wake me up,
And scolding from mom,
For staying awake till late.

When a week before,
Preparations used to start,
When we were always ready,
To strike a war.

Pockets filled with color packets,
Hand holding our gun.
Dodging every single splash of water,
That came our way,
Nudging people to make way through,
To the den of our friends.

Holi was only a reason,
To celebrate the togetherness...

Shirts were torn but not a single scratch,
Faces were colored yet no respite,
Unless we were satisfied coloring our small world,
There was no going back.

Once back at home,
We were welcomed with a plate of delicacies;
Pua and chicken used to be my favourite.
But wash your hand before you pick,
Were my mom's favorite line,
I have missed a lot lately,
Realised my mind.

When the entire house,
Used to be filled with the fragrance of delicacies,
We used to pick and choose,
Used to feel like a royal feast.

When washing away the colors,
Used to be a pain,
But make sure you look normal,
Used to be the game.

Evenings were serene and beautiful,
As we were welcomed everywhere.
Holi was the reason,
We were allowed to stay outside till late,
With nothing to do,
But hang out with a bunch of friends.

Now things are different,
But heart longs to revisit those lanes again.
I get up and make my own coffee,
With no one to wake me up,
I can stay out whole night,
But no one will ask me,
I can eat with dirty hands,
And no one will scold me,

It is Holi today,
Then why doesn't it feel like,
My pockets aren't full of colors,
Neither I have my gun.

I will wake up on the day,
And cook my own food,
There is no one hiding in a den,
To paint them with color.

A decade that I have spent,
Without you my home,
I miss you every single day,
I wish I come back soon...

Source: https://www.zoomcar.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/1.jpeg