Rendezvous with FL

Hey folks...its me, your very own Freelancer

I am writing this because i have nothing else to write about. Or you can safely assume that my brain cells aren't coordinating with my fingers to write something good...or even readable for that matter. Just for the sake of my own sanity that i haven't lost my flair of writing or haven't misplaced it permanently...here i am!!!!

Today is Sunday....as you all probably know....and today is the day when we are supossed to post or crosspost something from our own blogs...hehe... Well, for starters my blog is in a state of coma for about a month now....and my other blog Scribblings, with Rose......is in temporary pause mode. I don't have a teeny weeny clue about what to write and gulabo is in hibernation because of her exams.....thus the rust in my writings and hence this lame post. So you can say am pretty jobless at this moment. Thus am sitting in this cafe....where the air conditioner is working just the opposite of what it is supposed to do....and am staring at the bleak monitor...

.....still staring.....

Btw i love this new blog look.....way too cool...gud job folks!!!

......back to staring.....

Glad to see new people in the family now. TWL is growing....woohoo...and why ain't my name anywhere in the birthday list...huh??? Leo ka bachha....kaha hai tu??? lol....

I will be doing book reviews every Sunday....admins make a link if you can ok....it wil be great for me.....i will be back on Tuesday...love laced Tuesday....i promise.....started to write something for it today.....hope it ends well....anyways now i don't know why i am writing this post....

Won't bug you more today...thanx for reading this...but as you very clearly realise...its crap...hehe....Dying to be back fulltime...and please oh please....miss me guys....

See ye around...

A NIGHTINGALE !

He saw her for the very first time while he was glancing round the area. She was dressed in red coat with a black skirt. She looked quite dirty one, but her looks made him stare her like fools. He never come across such beautiful, magnificent and wonderful eyes. Pain , affection, affection they have so much floating in them. She was without any make-over and honestly speaking she didn't needed one.. He felt bad for her who was now playing with mud. He went near by and said;

' Hey ' He wanted to listen her voice but she didn't respond

He few more times tried talking to her but she avoided and instead of answering she left the area. Next evening he again came there and found her in very same dress again with mud. He tried talking but she refused like the first day, next two days he tried the same and got the very same results. After 3 days or so having flickers in his eyes he went close by, luckily this time she didn't ran away in lieu she continue what she was doing. He sat there without saying ' hello ' this time. Few minutes of silence she stood up and started walking and he followed her

' Hey ' He said with a desperation in his voice
' Hey ' he was amused as her voice was beautiful like she was but she continued her walk so he ran after her.
' Wait ' Racing towards her he stood right in front of her so that his body can make her stop
' What? ' She said giving him a hard look
' Err... just wanted to know your name ' He said avoiding her rudeness
' Tara.. ' And with that she continued walking
' I am Sameer ' He said from behind
' Good for you ' She said before turning down the tunnel and left him startle.

Later that evening he went to Boston for two weeks but there too, those two eyes followed him. He was a party boy but even in dances he couldn't take his eyes off the image of those eyes present in his mind. Following week he went to a formal date with Seliona Albert but instead of praising her beauty he kept on thinking about those features of an unknown girl which was instantly noticed by Seliona and this ruined his perfect date. On the day of his return again he was in trouble because of those two eyes and he messed up with a girl which resulted as a slap placed on his left cheek. Finally he came back next evening with flowers in his hand, words in jumbled order in his head he went to the lake side hoping to see her. He was dressed in a formal suit and hoped same for the girl as it would be biggest day for the girl, he was going to propose the girl as in his view he was deeply in love. As reach there his eyes search her thirstily but he failed as there was no sign of her. Finally at 6:00 he decided to leave while passing the oak tree he saw someone, an average looking old man with a brown hat in peculiar behavior as if he was searching someone.He looked around and finally his eyes caught her, hiding herself in an oak tree, with its leaves sitting on a branch, he quickly looked at the other side as he didn't wanted old man to notice her as he guessed the girl was hiding from the old man. He walked around keeping himself near by the tree and finally as the darkness arises old man walked away. Moments later girl jump down to the boys abatement she came toward him with a quickness.. Eyes that made him restless were filled with water. She came closer and hurriedly she put his hand on his coat plundering them and whispered;

' Give me a penny please! please give me a penny, he will kill me I need to give him the money give me the penny ' She said frenzily and without a word he handed all money he had from his wallet to her palm.

She dazed him for few seconds and then ran away, he sat down on his knees facing the sky. Tears roll down her eyes and flowers fallen down his hand . He cried silently without making noise but then only he heard something something scary which made noise, loud noise, a roar by the clouds and it rained. He felt like clouds were his partner in crime. He looked again the sky hoping that sky had noticed what just happened how he lost his nightingale. How he will be able to forget those eyes, eyes which had so much in them. Which filled by so much purity, hope, sadness, happiness, will he ever be able to forget them? He will never be able to come here again to see his chirping nightingale ... never again..


-illusiOn~

The phone

Samir and More Orangee came back to More's apartment.More's Cellphone was stolen again.It happens all the time with him.This time Samir was to be blamed.He was the last known person to have it.

Orangee: I cant believe this! How can this happen again and again with me!

Samir: Well! it happens buddy...it happens..

Orangee: how could you leave the phone there at the sofa!

Samir: Well it wasnt feeling comfortable inside my pocket,and besides we were just two at the CCD,so I thought yr cellphone could get the extra seat beside me.

Orangee: So I shouldnt blame you, i should blame my cellphone which didnt signal us while we were leaving.Right?

Samir: Yup! you are right! I think it loved that place,the air-conditioned environment,the music,the girls.We were just a bunch of broing boys.It deserves that place.

Spiky enters the scene,smoking his fake cuban cigar!

Spiky: what happened? you look pissed off?

Orangee: Somebody stole my phone from CCD!

Spiky: Hmmm...wow! So we ll have a treat when u buy a new cellphone.Who stole it?

Orangee: I dont know! Somebody did it. We went back there, But i could find it.What should i do now? Go file an FIR at the police station?

Samir: What will they do?Its gone!

Orangee:Ya ya! You are right,Maybe i should call Vodafone care,block my SIM.

Spiky: Maybe you should call your phone!

Samir: Yes! we never tried doing that!Come on dial the number!

Orangee: Al right! lets give it a shot!

callertune playing-
He's a real nowhere man,

Sitting in his nowhere land,
Making all his nowhere plans
For nobody.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,

stranger: Hello!
Orangee whipers-Its a girl!!!

Orangee: Hello! is this 9978456781?

Stranger: i have no idea abt that?

Orangee:Can ask you some questions?

Stranger:Ya sure!

Orangee: is this yr cellphone?

Stranger:No its not..

Orangee:Did you steal this phone from CCD today?

Stranger: yes i did!

Orangee:You did it...?? But its my cellphone..

Stranger: I didnt know it was yrs.

Spiky and samir could nt believe what they were hearing on the speaker phone.

Orangee: What are you going to do with my cellphone.

Stranger: Well i dont know! listen to songs, take pictures or sell it.

Orangee: Plz can i have it back??

Stranger: No i dont think so.

Spiky started waving his hands.he wanted to talk with this girl.Orangee handed the reciever to him.

Spiky:Hello!

Stranger:Ya hello! who's this?

Spiky: Its me Spiky! There are some good forward messages in his inbox,could you plz forward it to my number? its 99784001917!

Stranger: Hello Spiky!Ya sure i ll forward them.

Spiky: And dont worry! Its a postpaid connection! No worries with the balance and all.And also there are some phone numbers and picture of girls in his phone.Most of them are my girlfriends So plz mail them to me. spiky1917@gmail.com ! will you??

Stranger: No problems! I ll do that!

Spiky: Ya thanks a lot girl! Here I give it back to Orangee...

Samir graps the phone from Spiky,

Samir: Hello!

Stranger: Hello Orangee!

Samir: No its me Samir!

Stranger: hello Samir! whats up??

Samir: Wow u have a sweet voice!Can i have yr phone number?

Stranger: Sure! ask Orangee, he knows it....

The call is disconnected!

PIC-NIC

Family,

The last two weeks of theme based writing has seen you all chipping in with your works. A big hug for accepting the challenge and lighting up our lounge with your works. We all know that writers are moody and its really tough to get yourself to write according to the theme of the day. Yet, you gave it a shot. That's what makes our lounge special. That's what makes us stand out.

Change is the only thing that is constant at our lounge. True to the billing of "forever changing" lounge, we throw a new challenge to all the members here. The theme based writing moves over and is replaced with a picture based theme for the next 4 weeks. How does this work? Read on.

"PIC-NIC" is what we are calling this picture based theme here at the lounge. Every week there will be a picture put for all of us here. The interpretation of the pic is completely on you and you are free to write either a poetry or a story on the basis of your interpretation. Whether you interpret and write a funny story, a sad one, a happy one, a love story, a poetry or anything under the sky...we leave it on you. So the only thing that matters is your mood on the day you decide to write and your interpretation of the picture. It will be better for the readers if you can add a small note of your interpretation of the picture. There is no other constraint or rule for this theme. Let your imagination run wild.

Here is the first picture for this week. Have a look at it...listen to what your brain interprets it as...bring out the pen and the paper....oops..the mouse and the keyboard for the e-generation....and pen your masterpiece. The new picture will be up next Sunday. You can post all your enteries for this picture till next Sunday.

This is the picture for this week:

What are you waiting for? Get....Set....Go.........

Please use your name, "prose/poetry" and "Pic-Nic" as labels for this activity. Avoid too many labels.

P.S: Pls mail us any interesting pictures which can be the theme for next week on writers.in.lounge@gmail.com

Love,

Sandeep Balan

-On behalf of WL admin

Mona's Help

"Hi!" Mona said enthusiastically. She rushed up to me, gave me a H-U-G-E hug and nearly knocked me over! "Hey Mona... long time no see. What's the occasion?" I said, wondering why Mona was acting so excited. She was normally very, very shy, even to her best friends. "Oh my Goodness Vikram! Where have you been? Didn't you see me on TV?" she shouted in my ear. She practically deafened me. "Uh, well if I ever want to watch TV again you better not shout in my ear." I said, annoyed. I will never understand why girls need to shout even if their talking to someone 1 foot away from them! "Whatever. Anyway, you know on TV, on The Writers Lounge channel, where you talk about poems and stories and basically all works of writing, I was guest-starring!" Mona said, totally not lowering her voice level. "Cool! Wait... what's The Writers Lounge?" Vikram asked.

I KNOW! Imagine not knowing what TWL is! But now, Vikram is so clued up about all TWL stuff! He's a new admin on TWL website, he co-hosts TWL channel, and he has written a Writers Lounge autobiography! All this in less than a year! But he does have me to thank for all this... I showed him the channel and the website! That's what friends are for...

Mona.

I AM SURE...!!!

On a mid summer noon
when i was walking alone
You were the shade of a tree
I am sure...!!!

In the lovely rain
when i was dancing with joy
You were the rythm of my steps
I am sure...!!!

On a winter night, in the snow
When i was folding tight
you were the warmth of life
I am sure...!!!

Its very hard to find you
Searching you, travelled miles
but every evening, i find
you just infront of me

Now i realize, dear friend
you were always there
in my good and bad
just like the shadow of my'self'

Dear Friend, never leave me
To live then alone, I fear
You are my treasure, my joy
you are my happiness, my life..!!!

******many more @ Land Of Dreams******

Past Continuous: RED FEET, PAINTED FEET

I think you should read this when you mates are free... a good blog and a very good post...

I am sure you shall Enjoy!!

Past Continuous: RED FEET, PAINTED FEET

Vampire

Stay where you are,
There is no bar,
Where you can pass.
Don't be afraid, please,
You can feel the cool breeze.
Relax,
I'll even give you a flapjack.
Eat it,
Before I have a FIT!
And eat you,
Not give you a new hairdo.
I am a vampire,
And I admire
Human's blood, which I can get if I kill you using a campfire.

Poem attempt using rhyming words!

by roshwrites

The Murderer

Dip by dip.
It fell upon the velvet.
Lost in its dream, caressing the night
It seized all that I had!
Then again....drop by drop...it continued
Soon making its way to my pale skin
Slowly touching my cheeks...
Until finally it kissed me.

I lay on this velvet..
The vision fades away!
Red soon becomes black
I've got it made!

Owly Night

"Owwwwwwwwwwww." What was that? Suddenly I saw a glimmering light from a branch on a evergreen tree, which looked green even at night. Then, I saw another glimmering light. "Owwwwwwwwwwww." Aaaah! I really need to know what that noise is, I thought. I turned on the lamp. Oh. It was an owl. It was only then I remembered that owl's are nocturnal... and have eyes that glimmer in the dark.

I hope you liked the 70 words fiction attempt! Well... to be honest, this was supposed to be 55 fiction, but then it was too long so I invented a 70 fiction :P Btw- I changed my signature because the other one was too blurry :)

Here I come !!

Your fear,
I see it in your eyes
keeps me alive
Here I come !
your life
I'll take it away
it will end today
ripping out your insides
I'll leave you to rot
what a sick odor
Scream all you want
but you can't stop this horror !!

My Seminar

God has bestowed me, with a voice so nice,

That the teacher gives me, enough seminars to suffice,

Vinay do this, and Vinay do that,

Give a seminar at the drop of a hat.

Today, I had to give seminars two,

One in C++, the other in CIP too,

I hit the midnight oil yesterday, preparing for it,

So serious was I, I fell asleep with the light still lit.

With God’s grace, I was late for class,

I entered to see a new teacher, alas!

Hoping she didn’t know of my task, I sat down,

But she did know, as she told with a frown

She told me, Vinay start your seminar fast,

I took up my notes, and stood up at long last,

The class was asleep, I could tell with ease,

They told do awesome, wake us please,

My friends, applauded, as I started to speak,

The teacher looked shocked, my knees a bit weak,

10 minutes in, she still looked pale,

I stopped to ask for doubts, lest she made me fail.

The class, looked at me, and burst out loud,

Gales of laughter, were on me bestowed,

Now I was shocked, as I waited for them to stop,

Anxious to know, why my seminar was a flop

When I came to know, I joined the fun with a smile,

The teacher joined too, and we laughed for a while,

I’d jumbled them up, given the wrong one,

It was a bit embarrassing for me, yet all had a lot of fun.

Note: CIP is Constitution of India. :) Nothing whatsoever to do with programming.

PS: This an old poem... but i think it suits the day, so posted! :)

Fakin' news !!

Found two of the WL founders on street !!

Lessons in excellence - VII

# For the earlier chapters of "Lessons in Excellence", click here

Prats : Ek dost,kitna chatur kitna pyara
Lounge : Ek dost,kitna chatur kitna pyara
Prats: Lounge ko kitna entertain karta hai
Lounge : Lounge ko kitna entertain karta hai
Prats : Har adah har angle se, Stephen !
Lounge : Har adah har angle se, Stephen
Prats : StepMan ka Judwa bhai lagta hai..
Lounge :StepMan ka Judwa bhai lagta hai..

Prats : This style of poetry is called "comparison for excellence" and is written for comparing a 'heart throb' with a 'super hero'.Invented in WL and made famous by student of some Balan guy.

Lounge: *Takes notes. Nod their heads & Look on with admiration*

Bhola Bhala Patient

Doc:-ab tabiyat kesi hain?
Mariz:-pahle se jyada kharab hain?

Doc:-dawai khaali thi kya?
Mariz:-nahi dawai ki shishi to bhari hui thi.

Doc:-i mean dawai le li thi ?
Mariz:-ji apane di to maine le li.

Doc:-abe bewkuf dawai pee li thi?
Mariz:-nahi ,dawai to laal thi.

Doc:-abe gadhe dawai ko pee lia tha ?
Mariz:-nahi sahab,peelia to mujhe tha

Hello everyone.

Hello everyone,

Particularly, Prats, Freelancer, Dreamer, Mav, Gulshan, RV, Illusion, shadow and the rest of them who are following my blog and have commented on my posts in WL. I’ve been away from the blog since past few weeks due to my exams. I have almost 8 assessments left to do and I will be totally free after the 16th June. During the assessments time, I know I have missed so many brilliant pieces of writings in the writers lounge :-( and haven’t been able to check the updates from my friends too mentioned above. I’m so sorry guys. Once I get free I will be regular on the blog and WL.

Wish me good luck for my exams. I really really need it. And in return I will give you guys a true story that I have written, in dribs and drabs though. But I will polish it after the exams for sure and will update it.

There is one thing I need your opinion on, the story I have written can be uploaded in part one as well as in 2 or maybe 3 parts. The part one will be more like summary I’d say. It’ll kill the some real and good incidences I have come across. What would you guys prefer? Would you want me to write the complete story in one piece or would you prefer the details on every aspect of the story? It’s gonna be true story. And personally I want to write it in detail but since I’m going to share it with everyone here in WL so I need your opinions too. Do give me your suggestions.

I’ll get back soon guys and I’ll be the regular blogger too. A lot of you might not even know me, lol. So I’ll make my name recognised after the exams. Hehe.

Take care everyone.
Stay Blessed and Safe.

Hina.

My Crimson Love

Screaming shores of crimson blood
I’m drowning in the rising flood
Crimson light falls on my soul
The crimson hurt takes its toll.
Set ablaze a crimson sky
with a fire no one can pacify
When dusk falls on a crimson lie
my crimson soul will slowly die.
A crimson drop falls on my heart
of a crimson blood so sweet,
Slowly it fills my crimson eyes,
with crimson tears of deceit.
How crimson is your beauty now
in your crimson blood I see
No more crimson words or feelings
in you are left for me.
Crimson pain for my crimson soul
and a crimson wound for my heart
as I witness the death of a crimson love
when my crimson love departs.

Princess Sonshu has something to say...

Today was the first day of my school. Of 10th std. And oh it was tiring and hectic. We had 3 math periods. So you must know im in spikes now. I know these days are theme days but i thought i should inform you. Basically i will be less active and probably post only once in two weeks. I might not even post for a moth in July as i will have my term exams. As u all know i will have BOARD EXAMS on March 2010 and my teachers have started loads on first day and we have tests twice a week. So its going to be a helluva experience. And i want to score my best so im going to study a lot.

I will not be regular but i'll try my best to post. Im sure ill be back after tenth with a bang..then ill give TWL my full attention. Till then its going to be LESS!

So really sorry if i disappear suddenly and dont post something for a while. You should understand its just that Sonshu's teachers are loading her and she's studying. I hope you all will stand by me through this ride.

Till later....

Love

To YOU, from ME!

He does not need any introduction. He is everyone's favorite here at the lounge...the king of humour... Arjun!

Its his birthday today...!!

I feel for you da and that is why I am writing this dedication. I have made a lot of mistakes da and I have hurt you immensely.

When I say that 'I understand'...I don't say it just for the sake of it. Believe me, I say it because I mean it.

After what all happened between us, I feel I have lost my best friend. Yes, you were one for me. I know you are hurt. But its your birthday today and I do not want to see my best friend sad!

To read this dedication or not is entirely your wish.

I really want to wish you a very very happy birthday da! :) I have tears in my eyes while writing this.

God bless you with everything that you deserve and much more. I have often heard you saying that you are not the lucky one. Trust me, you are!! A gem at heart!!

I don't know what else to write and I can't see the keyboard anymore...

A very happy birthday to you. God bless you!

I send a big hug to you on your birthday... I hope you understand!! Take care...



I had told you that I would be in Bangalore for your birthday. I might not be in Bangalore today...but I am there right besides you!!
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Admin and LoL contest result announcements :)

Dear Family,
We at WL,hope you liked the new change in the writers lounge.We are happy after seeing your overwhelming response.We at WL,feel the need to appoint few moderators and we had considered few names who would fit in the admin panel.The selection is purely based on their activities on the lounge and the time constraint factors depending on how much time they will dedicate for WL.We are happy to appoint Miss.Aarthi and Miss.Insiya as our new admin.They join our admin panel .
Our Admin panel comprises of following members.
1.Sandeep.
2.Asbah.
3.Ste
4.Priyanka
5.Rashi
6.Leo.
7.Kajal
8.Aarthi.
9.Insiya

Congratulations Aarthi and Insiya.Now you are a part of us.Be a responsible person and take part in Lounge maintainance.

Now,lets declare the winners of the LOL@LOUNGE CONTEST.We are extremely sorry.Here we go.

• 1.Shreyans - 81-Winner
  
• 2.Meena- 80 - 1st Runner up
  
• 3.Sandeep Balan - 77 - 2nd Runner up.
  

• 4.Ste - 75
• 5.Mona -75
• 6. CRD - 75
• 7. Tan -75
• 8.Hashan -74
• 9. Kajal - 72
• 10.Neha-71

The points were computed by Mr.Prason aka Chronicwriter.Thanks a lot Chronic writer for giving us your valuable time and judging our contest.
Congragulations winner.

What next??Keep guessing .

A picture contest coming soon......keep waiting.

Regards,
The Writers Lounge Admin team.

An end to an eternal wait.....

"Shiva ,are your eyes open?are you watching me ,when will you freed me from all the distress and all my problems?,"Jaganath Singh cried.

His daughter Chanda was getting married in 2 days time.Today his daughter presented him the biggest shock of his life.
"How could you do it?,"the entire family was in a state of dismay.
Chandi was pregnant.She was getting married 2 days hence.
"Tell me who is responsible for this,"Jaganath asked patiently.
"Papa,I know he won't betray me,"she sobbed.
She remembered the promise that Sandeep Bhaskaracharya made to her before leaving for Raunbaugh.
"My love Chanda,You are mine forever ,wait for me,I will be back and talk to your dad about our relationship," her eyes shed tears as these lines buzzed her ears.
"How will I face Samindhi Teghbahadur Thakur and his son Vikramjeet Thakur," Jaganath said.
"Papa,mere Sandeep mujhe milne Zarur aayege,"she said.
At the same time Prasar Bharti ,comes up with a flash news.

"27 Naxalites shot dead in the Raunbaugh encounter . 5 Armymen were shot dead.Major Sandeep Bhaskaracharya (26),Major Raghuvir Yadav(43),Teghpal Mishra(39),Lakeer Sheikh(29) and Major Maninder Purneet Singh(37) were shot dead.,"the news reporter paused.

With this Jaganath witness tears flowing from his daughters eyes.Her love was no more alive.He sacrificed his life for the nation.
"Papa,I won't marry anyone,I have the biggest asset with me,"she said.
"I have Sandeeps child with me,I will make him an army officer and make my Sandeep proud,"she sobbed.
"I'm proud of you ,Chanda,"Jaganath said as he wiped the tears from his daughters eyes.
Chanda could not accept the shock.She lost her life.Sandeep died fighting the extremists.
"Sandeep died,my Sandeep died,"she wept.

My Sister

She was so sweet. Everyone loved her, including strangers who had only seen her once. They all said her smile was to die for, such a pleasing, uplifting smile. Whenever someone came to the house she would reach out her arms and smile. That was her way of saying "I like you. Pick me up please!"


Everyone picked her up. Some even reached into their pockets and handed her some money. "Buy some sweets for yourself, cutie-pie, ok?" they said. She would smile and run straight out of the doors to the nearby market. She bought sweets and then ran all the way back home. She shared the sweets with me and Mother, and also the person who had given her the money to buy sweets.


Of course, she wasn't all perfect. She squealed when it was bath-time and me and mother tried to wash her. But then the minute we said if she behaved like a good girl in the bath she would get some chocolate, she started behaving perfectly! Ah, she was so lovely. We only shouted at her once, and that was when she ate the wedding cake for Auntie Rita. She did say "Swory sister. swory Mother,"

Yes, she still couldn't say "sorry". She was only three at the time. The memories.



Reshma was sat on the cold bench, facing the sea front. She was thinking, thinking deep thoughts. She was remembering her sister, the funny things she did, how perfect she was. I miss her so much, she thought to herself. She brushed aside a tear from her cheek. "Anjali. My sister," she said softly. "My beautiful princess,"

Suddenly Reshma stood up, breathing deeply. "Why? Why did she leave me? What did I do?" Reshma shouted. She kicked a pebble into the sea and watched it go. Plop. Plop. Just how my sister went, she whispered to herself. Slowly, but steadily.



Reshma felt a firm grasp on her shoulder and turned around. Her Mother was standing there, her face in a worried frown. "What are you doing here, my darling?" asked Mother gently. "Hmm. Just thinking. Remembering," Reshma said, staring into space. Mother saw her wet cheeks and sat down beside her. "Reshma. I'm sure Anjali is happy. Wherever she is, she's in a better place. Calm down, my baby," Mother said, tucking Reshma's loose hair behind her ears. She wiped Reshma's eyes with a hankie, then wiped her own eyes. "Why did she leave-

Reshma began, but Mother interupted. "She was in pain, honey. In pain. It was better she went early than suffering in pain, isn't it?" Mother said. Reshma stood up and walked up to the ledge. She reached in her pocket. She pulled out a tiny photo of Anjali. She found a few sticks from near the trees and attached them together with strands of grass. She laid the picture of Anjali on the mini raft she had made, and reached down to the water. She felt water trickle up her sleeves and placed the raft with Anjali's photo in the water.

Reshma smiled, a tiny smile. "Goodbye, Anjali,"

Happy B'day Mr. Humor

Wishing Arjun a lotsa love and luck on his special Day !!

Have fun !!

(more wishes later)

I Love you

"love you",
i hear you say
almost everyday.

each time
i smile,
before i reply.

"love you too"
i whisper
but not to you.

You know it all
even if i deny
its not false.

so hard i tried
to never accept it,
to myself i lied.

never wanted to lose
your love and care
that cured my blues.

was so very happy
with whatever i got
never asked for anything.

but i now ask
in your true love,
will i get to bask.

Ah! enough of dreams
let me put to rest,
false hopes of you n me.

I will be gone soon
far away from you
and wnt give past a look.

you do deserve more
some one you would love
and cherish a lot.

One last farewell i do
a last time, i say
"I love you"

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On the floor

I'm down on the floor,

leaning on the closed door,

thinking about all you've said;

all the things you made,

and as the tears fill my eyes

I can still hear you say to me.

It's over, I'm done.

The fantasy is long gone.

It was nev'r meant to be.

Now it's time to part our ways,

and say our final goodbyes.

I'm down on the floor,

wondering if there was more.

And all I do is sit and cry.

Sit and cry.

We Excavated Love Together

Do you live?
Do you live still?
I do not know
I would never know.

You came into my life like a tempest fierce
Ruffled my verve and you went away
And never have you returned to see my tears
Not even to check, if I breathe still!

I miss you
I miss you always.
Do you live to miss me?
I would never know.

I think of the time, when you were here
In my arms, feeling the warmth of my body
My burly arms secured your restless head
Your tender breasts rested on my chest
Your hair flew over my face and glittered
You slept well all night – I in you and you in me!

Do you recall?
Do you recall the eon
Where we ruled the nights?
I would never know.

Those nights were glossy, shining still
Bright in my heart, somewhere there vigil
The skin rubbed the skin back and forth
The search went deep inside the mysterious
All that toil and that sweat was not in vain
For we excavated love together, deep inside
The smile on your face, the pleasure on mine
Would haunt me every night for as long as I live!

Do you live?
Do you live to miss me?
Do you recall the eon?
I would never know.

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Mann chandre...a sad song so so unique!

this is not exactly a post! Its something that I felt like sharing with friends here... related to music!
Before I post for thursday theft... I want to share this creation that I had come across from the genius multiple oscar winner AR rahman ... this is composed by him for the OST of Nokia music express...the cell phone that I purchased last month!

Its one of the best punjabi meaningful that I had ever heard... sukhwinder singh at its best vocal quality and rahman's style as always unique and leaving a mark! the name of song is called "mann chandre... as mentioned earlier too...its from album connections.. by rahman for nokia..."
I am sharing this here as I believe that chances are few that people would come across it other wise...
do give it a try if u love meaningful deep sad songs... that needs patient hearing :)
tc bye! god bless everyone!

Mann chandre nu raas naa aave,
Mann chandre nu raas naa aave,
Naa aave darwaas.
Jiggar daa saudaa kyon kar baithaa?
Mukdi jaandi aas.

Je lut jaandaa te lut jaandaa dil,
Hauke khaa ke chup jaandaa.
Je lut jaandaa te lut jaandaa dil,
Hauke khaa ke chup jaandaa.

Beparvaa daa ki kehna? Haaye!
Naa aave darwaas,
Jiggar daa saudaa kyon kar baithaa?
Mukdi jaandi aas!

Darad sautondaa, Bedardaan nu,
Bedardaa daa ki jaandaa?
Darad sataundaa, Bedardan nu,
Bedardaa daa ki jaandaa?
Bedardaa daa ki jaandaa?

Death Heals - Part ONE! ^_^

"Diyaaaaaaa......." screamed Niki in disgust "...It's the fiftieth cigarette,damn it.What's wrong with you?Why're you ruining yourself?"

"Look Niki,Don't keep reproaching me all the time.Smoking is the only thing which helps me stay happy,forget the ugly past and keeps me alive."

Niki was Diya's best friend.The kind of friend who stood by her,when there was no one to be with her,no one to count upon and no one to notice the silent tears.She was the one who knew Diya more than herself & valued her the most in her life.Inspite of her rude behaviour & indifference,Niki never left her alone.

Diya was a very sweet,simple & innocent girl but one heart break shattered her completely."One" wrong decision and everything changed.She gave up all her friendships,pushed away everyone including her family....Just because of one person,she was completely broken.Niki knew about everything that he had put her through,but she couldn't do anything except give her mental support & wipe her tears.It had been almost an year,but things were still miserable for her.She was still waiting for that one soothing touch of her life...


She took to smoking,drinking,and indulged in all those vices,which she used to utterly detest and run away from.

She wanted him back 'cause she knew that no one could replace him.She could forgive everything & start afresh,but.... he was happily married and did not even bother to ask whether she was alive.That's what made life tougher for her.



Amidst all this chaos of her life,the battle that she had to fight with her heart everyday,there was someone who loved her and could do anything just to make her smile AGAIN.

His name was Jay...He confessed his love for Diya,on repeated persuasion from Niki.He went upto her,held her close and said

"Diya....I know what you're going through.I've seen the girl you were & the girl you've become.Please don't hurt yourself like this.How long will you hold on!!!Someday you'll have to learn to let go.I know none of your friends ever stood by you.But Niki & me---We'll always be with you no matter what.I always wished to tell you how much you mean to me...I truly love you.I respect your feelings for him & I just want you to know that I shall accept you as you're .I don't care about your past as long as you're my present........And honestly,I'm glad that you love him so much.Perhaps,someday you can give me a bit from the love you've for him.I just want you to be happy.How I wish I could get him back for you,but....."


Diya had tears streaming down her eyes...Perhaps tears of happiness,perhaps tears of the memories revisited,perhaps for the moments she wished to relive.....

........To be continued........ [Today itself / Next wednesday]

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The Curse - 1 (Love Laced Tuesday)

"The Curse" is my attempt to adapt a common story according to the theme of the day here at WL. So the flow of this series will be according to the mood of the lounge on that day. Concluding with Terror Fridays. To read the preview click here. You must read the preview before reading this part. Suggested!!
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“When I was your age, I would never be at home for more than 10 minutes. And look at you Julia. You keep yourself immersed in books. Go out with your boyfriends. Hang out. Have fun! These are the best years of your life. Why waste it on your books sweetheart?” enquired Stella.

Advising her grand daughter and sharing pages from her past with Julia were Stella’s favorite pastimes. She was quite fit and agile for her age. Nearing 85, she had all her teeth intact. Though her skin was all shriveled and wrinkled, it still had that luster and you could see glimpses of her glorious past in it. And why not, she had been a top model at a time when modeling was not seen as a decent profession. She had modeled for lingerie brands and skin lotions despite coming from a staunchly traditional family.

Stella had always been the rebel child. Opposing her parents in everything, she had left her family house at a tender age of 18 to model for one of the top lingerie brands in the market. Strangely, she would never bring up her modeling career in any of her discussions with her grand child Julia. She would change the topic that very instant. But today she was in a mood to talk. She slowly pulled out a snap from under her pillow and handed it over to Julia.




“Wow”, Julia exclaimed, “Granny….you were drop dead gorgeous. Oh my god! This is what you call an hour glass figure. Look at you. Phew. No wonder you got all the handsome men out there drooling at your feet. I would have been surprised if they hadn’t done so. Just look at you. If only I would have got 10% of your beauty. You are simply out of this world granny”

Stella was blushing like a 20 year old. It had been decades since anyone had praised her so much for her beauty. She looked straight into Julia’s eyes. “I know honey. I know. Why else would they choose me for endorsing the topmost lingerie brand in UK without experience? And I was paired against the heart throb of that time, Sensational Ste. He was a celebrity all brands were dying to lay their hands on and only we had him. And my first shoot required me to drool over him. Something I would not have minded at all. I have always had a crush on him. It was like a dream come true for me. The very fact that the shoot came out so good was that I felt every single emotion that came out in the pictures. I had never met Sensational Ste. But the moment I was standing before his close up hoarding, I was drawn towards him. It was love at first sight. Sometimes you feel that connect. You feel that you are made for this someone you have never met and in all probability will never meet. Sometimes you love without conditions and inhibitions. Sometimes you love without any logic. That was happened with me at the location of my first shoot. I had seen Sensational Ste a million times on television. But today was different. I was standing before his giant sized portrait. I could feel a magnetic pull towards him. His eyes, though hidden by his dark goggles, somehow were sucking me towards him. I fell in love. I fell for the Sensational Ste. Crazy. But true. And today, it is the 50th anniversary of that date. The day when I fell in love”

Julia glanced at the photograph once again. Sensational Ste had everything in him to be the superstar that he was. The looks, the charms and the style. He had everything that mattered. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her granny.

Stella’s lips were trembling when she spoke. “That love was cursed Julia. Our love was cursed”. With these words she started weeping inconsolably.

MaGiC - ( Called loved )

MaGiC - ( Called loved )

He woke up, very early in the morning and rushed towards the door leaving a bye note , clipping his belt and buttoning his shirt. He wore his socks in his car and drove it fast. It was cold though it was just start of October, with October something flash in his mind and his ears heard a voice;

You forgotten my birthday.. I reminded

you since start of October

and then you say you married me

because you love me

He looked around but found no one, carefully he parked his car and hurried off in the building in front. As entered the gate he saw Ken waiting for him dressed in a formal suit.

' Hey ! ' Ken came closer and hugged his friend with a noticeable feel of sympathy and concern
' Hey ! I hope I am not late..' He said while hugging.
' No no its very fine.. the meeting is postponed but where you were as I tried your number but nobody answered. You weren't at home? Or were you? ' He avoided his glance
' I was at Catherine's place ' He said in slow voice.
' The blond girl friend of yours? ' Ken asked him giving him a nasty look
' No she was Sally , she is new, met her at the down bar hall, she is a red head ' He gave her description.
' You were with your new girl friend when your own house was set on fire. Man! I don't understand you, you know Mandy is right you are ridiculous at time. I don't understand how one can be so careless and carefree that a night before his marriage life will be finished he is spending night with his new girl friend. Amazingly pathetic ! ' Ken said in low voice but with a disgrace in his tone.
' Oh common man. After me and Mandy are aparted I have to be with these girl only no? so what should I be doing a night before my marriage life ends . Should I have been drunk and cry, no reason for that sorry. Be pratical man common I think we are getting late ' He headed towards the stair case..

Manderith's name was call out just after 30 min of desperate wait. As she entered the room she saw him, his breath taking looks. He was still so handsome, she wiped of a tear that was ready to leave its place in her eyes. He cleared her throat and settle down beside him. She placed down her bag down right beside her right leg and put her tremble hand on her lap. She felt fatigued even though she came here with a friend who drove. Magistrate after 30 minutes of settlements gave them 30 min for reconsideration as they both were unwilling to consider their decision. Both of them were now sitting in a waiting room with their friends. Sara sat beside her best friend and pat her back as Mandy was in deep silence. Ken gave Eden a thought full look and sat on the last chair next to the door.

' Mandy let me grasp water I will be back in a minute ' Sara left and few minutes later Ken said
' Eden I need to call someone important and no proper signals are available I will be back shortly ' They both left to provide them some privacy though they were unaware of how big their egos were grown by now.

Eden hesitate in the silence awaken as they both left the room he give his better half a look who was sitting resting her head placed with wall, her eyes closed. He just noticed how pale she was looking, where her freshness disappeared? Was it because he left her? he cough just for her attention and she opened her eyes, there eyes were locked for a moment but then she broke the fortification herself and looked away from the only window of the room.

' Are you OK? ' Finally he asked
' Yeah.. why? She said in low tone which was certainly not her style.
' Just like that.. actually you looked little pale.. whats wrong ' He had concerned in his voice
' I am fine .. Thank you just work load.. over time ' She said while closing her eyes again.
' Oh.. right ' He said thoughtfully

The silence was again waken by both of them as they both beseem themselves with it only, drown in silence they both didn't even realized only five minutes now they had of their breaking up relation. Ken and Sara entered the room and the silence was gone.

' Lets go.. Time is up.. ' Sara give her hand and she stand up holding her hand.
' Lets go mate ' Ken said while placing his hand on Eden's shoulder
' yeah ' He slowly said and they headed towards the door

Magistrate gave them papers to sign and he forward it to Manderith, She with trembling hand bent down tears right from her eyes fallen down on paper making it wet and he viewed this scene from a little distance, something punched him from inside. A feel of guiltiness raise and he even trying over look but the emotions was strong and it grasp his heart. Mandy gave the paper to Magistrate and hurried off, leaving the room without noticing someones is running after her. She run down the stair case and finally reaching the parking area she felt giddy and before she could fallen down she was restore in two strong arms.. She rolled her eyes and saw Eden holding her from her waist

' You know running after you reminds me our first meeting, you still are a good runner.' He said
in lower voice looking in her eyes.
' I.. ' She said but she left her sentence in middle as her tongue was hashed up and her tears told him everything as they roll down her face, he bent his head still looking her green eyes and kissed her face drinking her tears. He made her stand and she cried badly which made him feel worse without being aware of what his own intentions he curled her in his arms and hugged her as if she is the most valuable thing of his life and he feared losing her. She hugged him back though tears were still in her eyes and she was still crying. They didn't notice how long they hold each other embrace each other but they got parted when Mandy pushed him and remembered that few moments before they were ending there married life ,on his decision. She turned when he hold her wrist and turned her towarda his face and said;

' You know Mandy! why I ran after you? Because while you were signing the paper I remember the lines once you told me you like alot. I remember it words when you your tears fallen down the paper making wet and I whispered to myself is it important to lose someone to feel his/her importance , to know that you love the other one. I asked myself if I will be able to live without the girl who changed my life, the girl who compromised with defects of mine and accepted me as whole and you know Mandy the answer was NO ' He said in his deep low voice which took her heart away and she was obviously with out any other question, she was convinced and as a result she hugged him rolling her hands at his back whispering ' I Love You ' .

After few minutes when they ended all there massive misunderstanding they saw Ken and Sara in front of them. Both had a bright broad smile on their faces. They came closer and said;

' You know what Eden your better half is much more sharper then you ' Ken started taking conversation to a lighter mode.
' How? ' Eden said
' She didn't signed the paper with her own signature see what she signed ' Ken showed him paper and he saw I LOVE YOU instead of Manderith Len written, he looked Mandy who looked a little puzzled, he gave her a smile with tears in his eyes, he hugged her furiously holding her from back ( who could imagine Eden Len crying for a girl.. this is what called LOVE no? )

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Someone's love story

Let me tell you a love story today. What I am about to tell you is absolutely true, the fact that I am stressing on this is that it may seem untrue at times. But, life is weird we must agree.

Some time back when I just finished college I got talking with a very old school friend of mine. She was very sweet , I thought so , further, I was excited at the prospect of our first meeting. I concocted some weird story about luggage and got my train ticket through Delhi. First time in four years I changed my route to home. But, in love you do many things for the first time.

I landed in Delhi and her sweet voice echoed in my ear. She insisted we meet at her house first. I was ok with anything just a little scared to meet her parents. And as me and my chaddi buddy rode from Noida to Kausambhi in a tattered scooter and ill fitting helmets, I felt the air amusingly inviting and head lighter than normal.

She lived on the 12th floor, and I took stairs to make a more permanent mark in memory. And, wow, when I saw her beaming face I forgot my own name. I won't get any mushier here. Love at first sight, of course it happens ,like a thunderstruck man i followed her into her house. We sat and talked of old memories, I was laughing unnecessarily now that I think of it but she seemed to like it so I didn't stop.

And that was the start of my own sweet love story. I never turned back , I did everything a good understanding boyfriend would do for her sweetheart and even more. That 'boyfriend' part I assumed unknowingly, blind to the fact that realities could be grossly different. So was life, happy, I visited her sometimes and I called her always and that was good.

As magically as this romance had started it started to fade away. I tried to hold on, I tried to fight, I tried everything. Ah! a fool I was because in the matters of the heart there is no trying, only things happen and they don't. And they didn't.

Last month I got a call from her. She is getting engaged to some family friend's rich son, rich son of a bitch. She says life goes on, you must move on too. I said the love was mine, let it be so.

New youngest member of TWL!

Hi! I'm roshwrites, but my real name is Roshni. I prefer to be called Rosh because that is what everyone calls me including my friends, family etc. I'm twelve years old, and I know I'm not old enough to be using Blogger but hey, Blogger can't have an age limit for just writing stuff! So now I think I'm the youngest member! I live in London... but I do come to India often. In fact, I'm coming this year, in the summer, so I might not be able to post for a month. I will try to, so there may be one or two posts in the summer from me. I'm really excited to have joined TWL because I enjoyed reading it before, at least once or twice a day, but I was upset not to be able to comment on stuff. So I'm happy I can now! Anyway, you're probably bored by now, so I'll just say goodbye...

roshwrites

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The True Spirit of the Game

The IPL is over, with it's winners, losers and controversies kept alive the,

The True Spirit of the Game

The best from around the world
at the top of their game
compete in a huge rat race,
to finish first among their mates;
With their skills and technique,
they make magic in front of billions all over the world.
And only those who devote every minute
will ever finish; as it takes only the elite.

But guts and glory is not all.
Blood, sweat and tears are part and all.
Years of practice, preservation and determination
narrows down to the present one moment.
As tension rises, blood boils,
eyes bulge and the heart rapidly pumps.
The spectacle will run undisrupted,
unhindered and unbounded.

This game, the spectacle is the best,
played by the elite all over the world,
for the hopes and pride of the billions who watch.
It’s called as the gentleman’s play
and all who play follow that simple way.
Winning and losing is part of the game,
but the real magic is upholding the name;

- To play in the true spirit of the game

We burn

Inspired by the pic Artz posted today.

Let us both brighten
darkness in each other,like
candle,we burn us!

Love Laced Tuesday....

"You are once again late," Jane said to Jack.
"Late for what,"Jack said.
It was not the first time that Jack was behaving like this.Jack was a brand manager in a famous Telecom company.His name was associated with almost all successful company offerings.He was the mastermind behind the various creative work . On contrast,Jane was an amateur writer and a poetess.She loved writing poems and she wanted to be a fame icon one day.She wrote articles that impressed people.Their love story was a bit different.They both met in a bookshop in Bordeax.They befriended and finally they met their soulmates in them.
Few days later he proposed her in the same bookshop by offering her a novel written by Jeffrey Archer.He asked her to read the poem that he'd written for her.He never boasted ,he was a creative person and was modest.He never considered himself as a poet although he would write few beautiful lines.
She was impressed and accept him as a part of her life. Their life changed drastically.They enjoyed their life as much as they could.Soon they got married and lived happily for a while.Tensions and problems are integral part of life.They are not invited but they themselves get attached to our life depending on certain circumstances. Life is like a pool of water where our prime objective is to swim and survive. Life is all about the good and bad times.It is not always overshadowed by the sorrows and it not imbued with happiness forever.Jack and Jane were living life without any fear.They didn't had any fear of life or nothing would bother them in their life. Hectic work schedules and work pressure would keep Jack busy most of the time.His company was going through the dark phase of economic recession.He was on the verge of getting a pink slip as most of his peers were fired out of the company for no reason.He could not balance the happiness and sorrows in his life.The see saw of his life just coudn't balance the factors.He hardly spoke to his wife.He behaved like a stranger to his wife.Today was their 2nd marriage anniversary.
"Umm!!you forgot !, "Jane winked.
"Ahh!," he said and soon handed over the flower bouqet to his wife.
"I thought of giving you a surprise ,"he said.
He handed over the letter to Jane.He was hired by a famous organisation for his creative brain.
"Yippie! we are flying to US,"he said.
Jane was the happiest woman on earth.Jack's face displayed a gamut of emotions.He could not control his happiness.It took ages for Jane to witness this smile and she was glad.

He held her firmly and kissed her.
"God!! this reminds me of our first date ,umm!!," she said .
"Ahh,lets go there,"he said.
"We are going out," he added.
"Are we?,"she was perplexed.
"But,its too late,and it will take time for me to get dressed," she winked.
"you ladies,"he smiled.
Soon after 1 hour they both left .It was a special day for them. The night sky smiled as they both head for a candle light dinner.

From Artz!!

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Smile Valley High..Love, Relationships and more

Episode 8:

“Hmm….What should I wear” Angela thought to herself. I like the pink mini skirt and the black top….but…no…hmm…yeah this one.” She murmured to herself. Finally she was ready in her blue evening gown. She touched the lipstick one more time. “Aah…a little more.” She said examining. She applied lipstick and then blotted it on a tissue paper.

Tring Trong….the bell sounded. She walked down gracefully and saw Josh at the door in his tuxedo. He looked dashing. She thought to herself. He saw her walking down the stairs. He kept staring at her beautiful face. The butler looked at both of them thoughtfully then walked away.

“You…look…Beautiful” he said struggling for the word.

“Hmm…Thanks…You look good yourself!” she said blushing.

He took hold of her hand and led her down the porch towards the road. A cab was waiting by for them. He opened the door and she got in. He got in and sat next to her. They reached the restaurant in no time. He had already reserved a table.

So they sat down outside in the darkness. Only lighted by candles.

“I love candle light dinners” she told him.

“Oh that’s lovely…even I do!” he said.

They placed the order and just looked around. No one spoke.

“Um..” Josh began breaking the silence. “Did you tell your parents?” he questioned.

“ Oh no! I mean I told them I was going out. They don’t really care as long as I am back hoe by 10” she said ignorantly.

“Oh….thats weird…I mean...my parents want me home by 8” he said.

“ Oh..” she mumbled. Then the food came. They ate silently staring at each other. No noise except that of the forks and spoons. The dinner got over than they expected and they hadn’t spoken much.

He paid the bill and they left. He was about to open the cab door.

“Stop” she said hurriedly.

“What--?” he asked confused.

“Um..do you mind we walk it….the weather is lovely.” She asked.

“ Oh I’d love to…” he said happily.

They walked home talking softly. No one could hear them. Not even the moon or birds. At least that’s what they thought….

****

Next morning.

“Stella stop! I need to explain” Justin rushed behind her.

‘Justin please I don’t want to hear anything. There is no need of explanation.”

She said walking angrily.

“Please…” he said.

“Justin its over…I thought we could be friends but I guess I was wrong ok.” She screamed.

“Stella…” he mumbled looking at her go away. He was helpless. "I will not let it at that Stella, i never give up." he said to himself