The Incomplete Love Saga!

** Posted on behalf of Rashi!

She sat alone today where they sat together. This was their place where they shared all their secrets. They had met here. They had met when both of them had loved and lost. They supported each other in ways that no1 could understand. They laughed together and comforted when the other one cried. Together, they shared a bond that they themselves couldn't understand.

One day, she was on her way to meet him and she realized her broken heart hurt no more. She wasn't numb as before and she could feel. More importantly, she once again felt love. Friendship that had slowly evolved into love without her ever knowing it. The realization had to be shared. She had to tell that he had broken her shell, broken her resolve of never loving, of never giving her heart away, of becoming vulnerable once again. She reached their place. She saw him standing there, radiant as ever. There was something in the way the moonlight bounced off his face. Was it a smile that she saw on his face? Or was it her happiness that she could see on his face? She went up to him and hugged him and surprisingly, he hugged her back tightly too. Does he feel the same too? Hope and confusion in her heart.

He looked at her and said, " I need to tell you something." She smiled. He continued, " I have decided enough is enough. I know I cant get those years of my life back again. I need to move on. I have decided to take my life back. I know I can never love again but atleast I can live again."

She looked on, unsure of whether to be happy or to be sad. Never love again? Unknowingly, tears welled in her eyes. He took her face in his hands and pacified her. She decided it is best she not tell him of how she felt. He didn't need that now. Maybe one day, maybe some day.

Today, she sits here alone. Knowing not whether to be happy that he is living or sad that he isn't loving her.

PS: I know I have been away. But, I read this contest and just had to post. I have always been a part of everything that happens on the Lounge and I just couldn't not post. This isn't for the contest. This is just for all to know that I am here reading you always. Silently but surely. I feel exactly like story away from Lounge but I need that break and I hope when I come back, I will find the same Lounge that I love so much!

A special shout out to Kajal, Happy Belated Birth day girl! I did remember. How could I not remember a fellow Virgo's birth day?

I miss you

Once again, Im on that familiar path that leads home. Nothing really has changed. What can in such a short time? Nothing, well nothing except me, I guess. There is this peace of mind that comes with being closer to home. Yet, there is something missing.

Those hugs are missing. That crooked smile is smiling. Those sidey snides are missing. The stare that followed me throughout the room is missing. The deep gaze is missing. The loving touch is missing. The care, the love, everything feels amiss. The tears too are missing for the person wiping them is missing.

With each step, I feel nothing. Nothing like I used to. Blank seems to describe what I feel the best. Somehow, I feel like I move on but my soul got left behind....

Making love of nothing at all!

If you know them, you would wonder how they can be together? If you know them, you would truly know how perfect they are together. He was silent and reserved. She is the crazy bubbly kinds.

It was their first outing together. Unfortunately, he still had to work. So she waited on their first day together at his room and was studying with her ipod on full blast. Suddenly, she saw the door open. At that precise moment, one of her favourite songs started playing.

She suddenly leaped off the bed. Papers fell everywhere. She didnt care. He looked on, not really surprised. He was used to such things from her. She gave him one earphone. He raised one eyebrow. She urged him on with her smile. He obliged. A smile on his face. He loved this song too. She put her arms around his shoulders and then slowly, they danced.

They danced their sweet slow dance, with no care in the world. A dance which to the outside world was no more than just gentle swaying. But when she placed her head on his chest, she knew each heartbeat she heard was just for her. When he felt her hands around him, he knew this embrace was one to last forever. Slowly and gracefully, they swayed!

Here I'm!

Ok ok! I know it has been long since I dropped a line here. Blame it on exams and a million other things. I hate structure and my mind has a mind of its own. But I guess, since my Lounge is back to normal, it is only normal that I get back too? Hope the welcome is a pleasant one.

So tell me tell me, did you miss me? 

I have realised as a person, I love structure but I thrive on chaos. Welcome to the paradox called me.

I have realised as a writer, I'm moody but the littlest of things can inspire me. Welcome to the craziness called me.

I have realised as a worker, I'm a loner but I'm a good team player. Welcome to the MAD me. 

I have realised as a friend, I'm there for you when you need me but not always around. Welcome to the moody me.

What I really want to say is that I may not always be there, not always around but somewhere, somehow, I'm always around!

Death is me!

Oooh I love vampires.. Her side of this story

I went to the club as I do very so often. I saw him. I knew as soon as I laid my eyes on him that I had to have him.

I saw him looking at him. I knew it would just take one look at my alabaster skin for me to have him. But sometimes, well always, the chase is the fun part. It is much better than the catch. 

I let him follow me that day. It was fun to let him think he was incharge. One leap and i was gone. I saw him from high up - a balcony. Confusion in his eyes. I smile. He was mine.

The next day, I saw him enter the club. Eyes searching. Hope crushed. I let his heart break a week longer. It was very amusing to see him long and pine. Kinda like letting the meat marinate. 

Then, finally it was the day to reveal myself. I stole into his room and took his diary. Read each entry about me. I bite my lips in anticipation. I know what is going to happen next. I take a deep breath and sneak away. He doesnt even stir. Sitting on his window, I glance at him once and slowly whisper, "You are mine."

That night, I go back to the club. I know he would be waiting there for me. He was. Again, I let him follow me. I didnt disappear around that curve today. Then that alley. He came close to me. I could sense his hearbeat racing. I calmed myself down. It wasnt the time to lose my nerve. He came closer. I turned around. Surprise flickered in his eyes. Yet he came closer. I smiled. I liked the smell of his skin. He came closer. I laughed. And whispered into his ears, "I'm thirsty."

His eyes now wide with surprise...

The hunter then became the huntee! I pray for the prey! RIP!

Is this it?

Continued from Tan post here

She waited for him to call. Should she just call rather? She knew him well. He must have picked up the phone a 100 times now, just to have kept it down. Nobody could deny that they knew each other like one knows oneself, maybe better. But is what love is? Is this truly love?

What more?

Kaju wrote this

Prats wrote this

I write this :

She had asked him to call her up. She wanted to tell him what he meant to her. Feelings that she had for him, she couldn’t explain. She needed time to figure her mind out. What should she tell him? That she loves him is true. But as friend? As a brother? Or something more?

What is left of me!

I think I have forgotten how to write poetry! :( This is my feeble attempt! Be nice!

I know I aint what I used to be,

The passion, the love I showed, once

Has slowly left me. Gradually, I fade.

Nothing is all I give you,

Together with a little care and love.

I'm not what I promised I would be

But you can have all that is left of me.

Love you I did, I do

And always will.

Find me in your heart,

if you can. For I'll

Always find you in mine.

Life has caught on. Responisibilities galore.

Nothing is as it used to me. Times changed.

I aint 17 anymore to sweep you off your feet.

Romeo and Juliet, love perfect seem impractical now.

Ended has the era of sweet nothings whispered.

I'm not what I promised I would be

But you can have all that is left of me.

Love you I did, I do

And always will.

Find me in your heart,

if you can. For I'll

Always find you in mine.

A sleepy love conversation

I always thought I was selfish. Well, so much so that I said I love you only when I wanted to hear it back. But since then, I have changed so much. It kinda makes me smile. Today morning a conversation made me change my mind about myself.

Me: Goood Morning (it is 10 am)

Him: Hmmm...

Me: Are you still sleeping? 

Him: hmmm (indicating yes)

Me: Did you do what I asked you to do?

Him: Ahan (indicating no)

Me: Ok... Go back to sleep.. Bye..

Him: Hmmm

Me: Come on atleast say bye

Him: Ahan

Me: Please please 

Him: Ahan

Me: Just a bye please... 

Him: Ahan

Me: (giggle) I so love you..

Him : Hmmm

I wanted nothing in back, suddenly. Suddenly, I wasnt selfish!

Ps: Nab, thanks for the title... :)

Smile and life

Excerpt from a random chat conversation with Nab!!

My smile isnt dependent on anyone
my smile isnt a mask
My smile is innocent
My smile is naughty

it radiates from heart and to the face
and sometimes the other way around

Think of it
when we were small
a balloon
a flower
a butterfly
and the way we fixated with it
It was our everything

our happiness
then the balloon burst
flower died
the butterfly flew away
we were sad
but for how long?

We then started colouring the books

People make their entire lives about things outside themselves. Other people, other things. I refuse to do that. Yes, I'm in one of those days that I wanna say "Damn you, world. Bring it on."

Life, I challenge you to do whatever. I shall bounce back and make sure that all my sweethearts out there do the same. :)

I shall not put my white flag out. Try me.

On a related note,

Sorry for publicising this but I would love it if people could read this on my blog.

Life Isn't About...!

Life isn't the bundle of roses,

Life isn't the snow clad ground,

Life isn’t all what you want,

Life isn’t all what you need,

Life isn't the melody you want to play,

Life isn't the tune you want to dance to,

Life isn’t the play you direct,

Life isn't the story you write,

Life isn’t the story you want to narrate,

Life isn't the dew you wanted to fall on the leaves,

Life isn’t your dream come true,

Life isn't the morning you desired,

Life isn’t the dusk you wished,

Life isn't the walk you want to take,

Life isn't the pages you wanted to read,

Life isn’t the game whose rules you knew,

Life isn't the guitar tune you wanted to play

Life doesn't have you as the master,

Life isn't according to your plans,

Life doesn’t follow your route,

Life isn't your walk but about your fall,

Life's isn't the red rose but the thorns attached,

Life doesn’t believe in happily after,

Life believes in death traps which are rose tinned,

Life isn’t the gamble in your favour,

Life doesn’t want the best for you,

Rather it wants you to choose what can be the best!

-------------> Nabila and Rashi<----------------

P.S. In one of the gtalk chat session, me and Rashi decided to compose something on what Life wasn't about and the result was this poem.So we post here our first combine composition :)

about him

I saw him come through my house. I knew he was uncomfortable at once. This was just the 2nd time I saw meeting him. He slept throughout our first meeting. He had a tiring journey just 6hrs prior. I saw him smile in his sleep. I almost had fallen in love then. But today, I just knew this was one bond never to break. 

He came in apprehensive. Looking around trying to see if he recognised a face. He gave his mom the why-can't-we-leave look. Oh, I didnt want him to leave. I looked at him to convey this. He realised, I think. He stared at me. I stared back. There was this connection. I hope he realised it too. Suddenly, I dont know why. I opened my arms and he came right in. Then, I saw him smile.  His divine, serene smile. Now, I never wanted to let go. Never ever. The smile turned into a chukle and then a laugh. 

Now, I know what heaven feels like. The smile of a 4-month old angel. My baby cousin, Rehaan :)

How do I?

How do I show you

how special you are

what you are to me

what you mean to me?

How do I show you

you are more than just a friend

you arent not just one more 

in the long winding line?

Trust me when I tell you

how much I care

how much I love

how much you mean to me.

Trust me when I tell you

That words fail me

When I have to express

What I want feel for you.

My heart you seem to understand

But this one thing you couldn’t?

You know when I’m happy and

When I’m sad

But why can’t you just understand

What you mean to me?

I hate feeling so misunderstood

So alone, so lonely.

You are my beacon, my strength

Be mine. Always. Forever.

Chain post 4

Continued from here

Eyes of destiny, stringently stare..

Of just one arrival, of one sight

Of I love you, of I care

Until that day, I pray with all my might

Will that day truly come?

Sitting, wishing, waiting,

Till the day, I become numb,

or it is love, I start hating.

Ps: Sorry it wasnt the best but I tried.. Its difficult for me to follow someone else train of thought. But i tried

the beast within

What do you do when you want something within you to die? You know that it is the best if it does. Like a beast that resides within. Killing you within. Eating you. Making you hollow. But then, you have grown to love this beast. It has a special place. You fear the void it will create. You fear the unknown. Most of all, you fear losing it. You let it gnaw on you. Hoping that it will kill you slowly but surely, some day somehow!

P.s Sorry for the negativity but just feel like this right now :(

Rain, pain and more

Continuation to Kajal's post. (Yes, I couldn't resist)

Naina couldn't believe her ears. A hundred thoughts went through her mind. What do I do now? Do I tell him? But Smriti? I didn’t stand a chance against her. How will my baby? Our baby? Is it ours? Does it even partly belong to him? Does it matter? The baby is mine. Now. Forever. 

Then she saw him..

I saw his almost lifeless body. My heart skipped a beat. This explained everything. I knew he could never have left me. How do I have even thought of that? How could I have doubted his love? I hated myself. I rushed next to him and held his cold hand. The hand I’ll never leave.

Reply to Nab

Sorry

And then, he said, “I’m sorry”. My world came crumbling down. I wondered if he realized what he had just said. He was trying to undo what he had done. The same thing that had made me come so close to him, made me feel like I belonged to him. Then he took it away.

Inspired by Nab here (uuuurrrmm..Sorry? for the bad interpretation?)

Also, a response to some1's question of why the sorry hurts so much!

bleeding mascara!

She waited for her prince to come. She wore her red dress. She wore the bangles, her make immaculate. Her kohl-lined eyes filled with dreams of a perfect tomorrow. Her pink lips were adorned by a smile which only a bride-to-be could wear. But he never saw this. All he left behind was bleeding mascara.She waited for her prince to come. She wore her red dress. She wore the bangles, her make immaculate. Her kohl-lined eyes filled with dreams of a perfect tomorrow. Her pink lips were adorned by a smile which only a bride-to-be could wear. But he never saw this. All he left behind was bleeding mascara.

A song and Aparna's poem (Sorry) made me write this... :)

 

I wish

I wonder,
If things would have been different
Had you been here.
If I would be different,
If WE would be different.

But today,
I wish I could tell you how much I love you,
I wish I could tell you how much I miss you,
Even though you aren't close,
I wish you were.

The distance between is
Not something I can change,
Nor is what you feel about me,
But all I can do is love you
And hope that you feel the same.

But today,
I wish I could tell you how much I love you,
I wish I could tell you how much I miss you,
Even though you aren't close,
I wish you were.

Maybe you too are hoping
That you could be here,
Going for movies and out for dinner
(since you always hated cooking)
Maybe you don't .

But today,
I wish I could tell you how much I love you,
I wish I could tell you how much I miss you,
Even though you aren't close,
I wish you were.

You are the reason I exist!!!



This poetry is dedicated to my mom...Happy birthday, Ma!!!!! :)

I just can't come up with something new. I feel so blahed out. This is what I wrote a year back and it is still relevant for today. So, I'm just going to repost it. Sorry, Ma!