Flying.........!!

"What happened?",she asked.

"Nothing. I just got up and the skin just got rubbed so it's paining",he answered, rubbing the back of his leg down the knees.

"Ohhh...How can that thing pain you? You don't even know how to get up",she teased.

They both had been sitting on a raised gravel platform when he decided to get down first and stand in-front of her facing her. 

 

 

She was still giggling! 

And he made a face and gifted a swift slap on her face!

"You get down then, then you too will feel the same pain!", he said, kinda irritated with her laughter.

"Why would I experience the same thing?",she resisted,"I know how to get down, I am not a child like you", and she giggled again.

This irritated him more. 

He came to her left side and sat besides her on the platform.

She was still in teasing mood! And he was still irritated!

She said something , he replied with something!

She teased, he got irritated.

And hence came the time for revenge.

He tangled his shoe with her slippers to make it escape her foot but un-fortunately he couldn't!

"What! I knew this intention of yours hence I had made a firm grip on my chappal", she said, thinking she had won but poor girl didn't know he was not such an easy guy to accept defeat!

"What? What are you looking at?"she said in a humble voice when she noticed him looking at her from sideways, breaking the silence of few seconds that had lingered between them.

And this was enough to distract her and the devil got the chance to play his best shot! There went her chappal, a few metres away from her foot, the flying chappal!

He had finally been successful in sliding away her slippers from her feet.

Immediately her ran to collect it and just hold it high in the air, taking advantage of him being taller than her!

 

Smita

Will you still love me? Part 3

One week. Two Holidays (Read it as voluntary bunks). Two Public Holidays (god bless religion). Two "Get out's" from senior intern manager. The first 7 days in short have been usual for me, following the same course on which my life has carefully tread so far.

 I am casual and thus in-spite of all my carelessness for every other serious task, I am good at one thing for sure - Mixing with people around me. Two  other male interns, no matter how boring they were, had gradually gelled with my friendship and for all the utter shit I landed up in during work assignments I could easily tell that female colleagues Riya and Tina found me cute. Not the Ranbir Kapoor kinda cute, but the lonesome vulnerable street puppy kinda cute. You know what I mean. 

Anyways, now coming to The mystery of the office herself, Miss gorgeous hairs and bitter attitude, Payal, About her I was still not sure that she even knew of my existence. I mean its ironical how I was always around cracking jokes on which everyone laughed and she still refused to even lift her chin up from that stupid mobile phone of hers, how I was being screamed to get lost by the in-charge and everyone at that moment being tensed giving me a poor-puppy look while she is busy with her diary making notes as if nothing that happened to me or I did ever was in her sight. It was not rude if I can appropriately put it up, It was disinterest. A complete disinterest which actually serves as a slap in the face for attention seekers like me. Talking of attention seeking, I can tell you something that more and more a person as beautiful as her abhors you for no reason known to self, the more becomes the challenge and curiosity to know the basis behind it. On the weekend, while drinking kingfisher and watching weekend football, I made a note to self to make sure I know why she hates me for what I am, or why she is the way she is. I made another note that very night - To make sure that I carry extra beer for weekends when I have to finish the stupid reporting home work from office. I put the second note as a lower priority, I was gradually becoming obsess of her strangeness.  

Monday morning, The time I have learned to hate for every reason known to me. Late again, carefully just somehow tucking the over length shirt of my roommate as mine was not pressed(read it as not washed), I was looking like an Idiot again for the hundredth time boarding the same metro train for the hundredth Monday in a row, missing two early one's again. The human-sea around me pressed hard and rolling inside, in the next blink of a moment, I was inside the compartment. An old lady right next to me gave me an angry stare "Dikhai nai deta hai kya... You Idiot, You stepped on me while getting in". I made a puppy face my long messed up hairs falling on my eyes and whispered "Sorry aunty". she snubbed and looked the other way. The puppy face never works on old ladies, I looked down on my shoes, the polish has been mercilessly rubbed away by footmarks of the crowd. I started rubbing my shoe from the back flap of my trousers and from my hands I started combing my hairs a bit. I heard someone slowly smiling right behind me, and turned to found a pair of beautiful eyes staring at me, enjoying my nuisance every passing second and carefully observing my every move. She was the mystery herself and though I knew nothing about her except for a name, I was sure of one thing - she had a smile so beautiful like a morning prayer of peace after a sleepless night of tension, She kept smiling watching me and I stood there motionless unable to understand how to respond. The Monday never appeared so warm and beautiful before.

- Pulkit & Maithili

(to be continued next Wednesday)

How Does It Feels?

How does it feel,
to see me crying,
for you?
to see me annihilating myself,
in your love?


How does it feel,
to leave me behind,
all alone in agony ?
to shower love on someone else,
that was meant for me !

 
How does it feel,
to humiliate my soul,
shatter my love for you,
and never love me!


How does it feel,
to be a heart ripper,
and cast away with my heart beats!


How does it feel,                          
to see me broken,
by your egoistic allegations !


How does it feel,
to hurt me,
sucking joy out of my life.

How does it feel,           
tell me !
It must feel awesome,
I guess,
that's why
you do that all,
ruthlessly,
but still
so lovingly !

Smita
http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/ 

From My Heart.......... For My Heart... !

We both Love each other and want to be together,               
but destiny won't let it occur......
We both will Love each other and wish to be together,
But I guess Life hasn't planned it in that manner......



Then why to hate,fight or be angry with each other
And why not let me Love you forever???
Don't think how nice or awesome I am,
This just showcases how mean and selfish I am,
Because loving you makes me,
What really
I Am!

[ This is my first post on The Writer's Lounge, so I just wanted to start writing with some happy compositions for the person, who inspired me for Blogging ]

http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-my-heart-for-my-heart.html

Being in LoVe, Aimlessly and Hopelessly

What makes a person hopeless lover?

Does that mean there’s no hope of coming back to practicality?

I am a hopeless lover, and proud to be one.

I like weaving dreams about my future, his future, OUR future!!

Haven’t met him since just few months, but seems like ages have passed.

Why dreamland becomes your best destination?

Why dreams become your best companion and you get lost in your own little world?

Why suddenly every cheesy line starts making some sense?

Why every lover has same thoughts to share?

Why words fall short and tears say it all?

Why you start understanding the language of eyes and silence?

How often have you confessed that you cannot live without the other?

Mercury...

“The chemistry between us was still there. We were meeting at college after fifteen years. Both of us now married with two adorable kids, could feel the mercury rising. Those days, mills and boon, long walks, hours long mobile chatting, canteen flirting, college garden lawn, hugs and kisses days..!!”




I still love her, my wife…



PS : A try at 55-Fiction using prompt from One-Word Prompt web page.

Final Moments Together

I stare to the sky gazing at the stars
They look shining brighter than ever before,
Is it that the sky is so clear,
or could it be cos the love is near
on a perfect winter chilly night.

As she and me sit in the snow like sand
And the waves crash the shore
We laugh, we kiss and we talk
With hands in hand together,
drawing pictures on sand

As the night is almost finished,
As along the ocean we walk
As the moon is fading fast
Another day together passes by,
And the time together ends by

Everything around us seems to melt away
faster than the sand in the hand
as night dissolves to the day,
she can see the twinkle in my eyes
As we walk hand in hand,
for one last time, for one last day

Love Is Still Yours...

Reply to Mohita's poem! :)

Love was indeed around,

When I was at your side,

It has not gone off now,

No one can take away love,

Neither from you can it hide.

You did pay heed to words,

Yet sometimes feelings are more,

Hope one can see in a smile,

Love will be by your side all the while,

It is the pearl in your heart shore.

You say you saw not my eyes,

That had true admiration for you,

Dear, that spark it still is there,

It still looks for your presence with care,

It shall never stop that lookout too.

What is the need for fret, dear?

Tears why do you have to shed?

That love for you, is still in my heart,

That love, friendship, which was from the start,

It is still there, for the future ahead.

You say it could have all been yours,

Then I say it is still yours to take,

For nothing can take away the love,

It transcends all, it is highest above,

Friend, that love is still yours to take.

We are still together

Time.
How it goes by so quickly.
But look at us now,
Standing together,
Like nothing has changed.

Touch my hand,
Does it feel warm?
Feel my heart,
Does it still beat?

Your hair is still blonde,
Your eyes still black.
Are my eyes still brown
That captivated you years before?

Still
My heart beats for you.
My hands start to shake.
My body starts to break,
But nothing ever is broken.

Still
I touch your smile,
Make dewdrops
Out of teardrops
And hold you close,
Never to let go.

Still
I love you…
Always.

Do you see the stars
Fly through the sky?
Do you feel the fire
That burns behind my eyes?
The sun is still young,
And the world doesn’t turn
Because you’re always here,
By my side.

Do you feel it?
Do you see it?
Still, I…

Still
My heart beats for you.
My hands start to shake.
My body starts to break,
But nothing ever is broken.

Still
I touch your smile,
Make dewdrops
Out of teardrops
And hold you close,
Never to let go.

Still
I love you…
Always.

Nothing needs to be said.
You look at me,
I look at you,
And we’re both saying the same thing.
Without words,
Our hearts communicate as one,
Souls mingling,
Hands adjoined,
Standing together as one.
Just as it has always been…
And still…

Still,
You are my only.
Holding me captive
In your starlit smile.
Still,
Your hands touch mine,
Still,
You are here,
And we will never part.
Your wings are always spread,
Surrounding me,
And my arms are always round you,
Protecting you,
Protecting you from all harm.
Let us dream…
Let us dream together still.
Let us rise to the heavens,
Just like we always have…
Just like we always will…
Still…

Still
My heart beats for you.
My hands start to shake.
My body starts to break,
But nothing ever is broken.

Still
I touch your smile,
Make dewdrops
Out of teardrops
And hold you close,
Never to let go.

Still
I love you…
Always.

Still….
I love you….
I will always love you…
…Always…


Still....
WE ARE TOGETHER....
WE ARE STILL TOGETHER.....
.....and will always will be....

Still...
Hope survives....
AS I WAKE UP FROM THIS DREAM OF MINE

Reason for missing u

I can survive and still live though you are gone, doesn't really matter, my heart won't shatter, what if i am alone. Let the flowers bloom let the birds chirp... I won't drown in gloom. Let the wind whisper sweet nothings, let the cloud flirt the fragrance, the lilting melody, the nightly croon. Nothing can make me miss you, nothing can sway,

but....

It rained today.......



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read it somehwere or somebody told me... yaad nahi .... uper sey it rained today toh aiween post ker dia .... and yeah yeah i know i do miss you whether it rains or not ... but this is true when ever it rains it brings a pain along.... it hurts more then it usually does... maybe coz we have lot of memories with it ...pata nahi yaar... but .... hmmm kuch nahi ... khush raho... and i do hope and pray that you are fine.... and obviously I STILL LOVE U !!