It was a fairy tale #1

Splendid, glorifying, magnanimous; she was stupefied in his love – the love that poured through his words. It was beautiful – the world they lived in. It was a different dimension – beyond comprehension. She is spellbound with the thought that how real all this is. That the story she is writing is what is real – words making love to words, expressions expressing expressions. Lovely!

She always wanted to have a fairy tale. Now she was living one – a unique one. She could live her dreams through her words, through her writings and same could he. He was a brilliant writer – an extraordinary creation. All night their words danced. The keys on the keyboard produced music because it was what they had. They lived in energies – whirling throughout the universe in the form of electromagnetic waves. They made love at the juxtaposition of science, creativity and spirituality. I guess the word love is not right to define what they had or what they have. It is a bond beyond boundaries in a plane so vast and infinite. Let’s call it infinity what they had; beyond love. She would ask him to refrain from saying – “I love you” because that limits them, that would bring them back to reality, to a land where dreams are not fulfilled. So, she wants him to say “ad infinitim” and she’d say in reply “neti neti neti”.

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The Truth.

I am in no state to write fancy words. The first truth is that I do not have the vocabulary to sew words into some captivating, mind-charming strings. It's been 7 days since I returned back home under these dire circumstances. The situation still does not seem to improve even a bit. Days have become so contrasting, varying and fluctuating, that too on the stress scale. Happiness and smiles come rarely (fortunately they come), and last only momentarily. Maybe they come during some comedy scene in a movie or during a one-liner joke in a stand-up comedy, but not necessarily every time. Each passing day makes it more difficult to laugh, to stay positive. The early part of the week, we all were still trying to push ourselves hard to stay positive, even when papa stopped going to his office. I could never have imagined him not going to his business for these many days. Even when we had to go for vacations, be it for a day or two, it used to be so difficult for him to take an off. Now, ...

Tear

A drop a tiny drop An invisible drop of water Rolls down so slowly So steadily,when your heart shatters It is if you think A hard line that you said But it is instead What has been accumulated in the head It just overflows The pains,the anguish and desires The suppressed thoughts The feelings,anger,jealousy as fires The small drop as rolls Becomes a big tsunami Which fills a bucket An ocean,just because of your tyranny When it hurts;the heart gets overwhelmed with emotions Of hatred,love and superiority Of danger,security and caution The tear creates a world for some that lasts forever Imprinted on heart an image Of someone you care

A piece of poetry....

Is it a curse to be a girl? Why?Why..there's no independence? When you are a girl Why restriction's there? When you won't allow How'll he come? No one would enter a house without permission Unless he's a theif. Its nothing like that Like what you hink For both of them there's equal excitement The only difference Is YOU accept one and think that the other is in vain She has (guy)friends Then why can't I? You too had The question is Why? I plead you and beg you if you say I know what you mean But try to understand me,I pray I respect you Your feelings and experience But don't overshadow me with your insecurity and existence If you let him in there could've been a comfortable talk But there your parenthood stands,giving me a shock I love both of them but you don't think so May be your viewpoint is different Or there's difference of new and old Am aware of modern world I read newspapers too often Bu...

Silent emotions

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