horizon.

A thousand letters;
a million words,
a million promises,
a million memories,
but, miles apart.

A song;
a drift,
a smile,
a teardrop,
but,
the dark.

A spell;
a step closer,
a touch,
a kiss,
but,
the 'dream'.

A dream illusioned;
a thousand letters unwritten,
a song unsung,
a spell broken,
The horizon.

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one of the good times :)

Not Alone, But Yes.

There she lies in the arms of her abettor, with no fear of the unforeseeable. The mist on the window pane hides her past.

Past. To her, he seemed to be a blurred illusion. His colors were no longer as bright as it used to be. It was raining. But the cold could not touch her, she was colder.

she kept reading the same letter of Ted. Imagining and repeating.

"could you not feel?
could you not see?
my ashtray's filled,
not with the burning ashes,
but your memories,

I am the life, you disbelieve;
your adieu, my grieve."

i love you.

"coffee?" suddenly calls the abettor; a friend, a lover. His smile was a comfort, and his eyes the truth. "Thank you", said she.
"So, would you let your Today love me?" he smiled. Another day of his wait.
"'Today' is yet to come", she smiled.

She took a sip, and watch him clear the mist. could no longer hide it. She closed her eyes, lying in his arms.

The adieu

               Now...after coming past the much awaited celebration (my sister getting married), i am on my way back to the same old pavilion.i remember my last journey. The much awaited 'time'. Good times.
               To hate the long (really long) journey itself is as true as gold, but then i do realize that i have a part of my life back here. VIT.
                I believe (by now) that life is a  roller-coaster ride; well said Bryan! 'nothing lasts forever': philosophical it sounds, but true it is. Nothing, except a very few- 'very few' things in life continues to bear its importance with time. Family has definitely an immortal part in one's life. True. But as we move on, i realize, things get away. Losing its importance is not the fact, but merging of rising priorities and standing to the changing situations takes it all. I did the butterflies on my tiny toes, but now they seem to have flown away. Now i see them in the tiny ones' toes. The smile is still the same, but the butterflies don't tickle me.
                               This day, i regret over just one thing. i should have spoken. I daresay and believe, there are two things which counterpart priorities: never let it be unspoken, and never let it be unfelt. Granted is never a good word.
Mumbai; time for boarding. Don't wish to miss this flight, bye. (switchedoff)

written long back; dedicated to someone who never heard my words.
well said,

"Getting in touch with your true self must be your first priority."

Tom Hopkins

evoked, yet again.

The eyes meet the eyes.
The breathe warms my cold soul.
The hands hide my tiny finger.
The strings of our hearts make the perfect tune;
the tunes to which my soul dances on, with all the moves which gets us closer.
The distance now rips open my heart like the slashes of the freezing wind.
now that i miss you,
so, i tell you.
when there's a flash back,
"you make my life worth-watching."

rain, you are.

Are you the tickle which makes the li'l orphan smile,
Or are you the bubble, i see play?
Are you the crinkle, the 'lost' smiles at?
Are you the lost toy found, that makes the child laugh?
Are you the kiss of the beloved, she lost?
Are the wedding ring, which sparkles in her eyes?
Are you that hug, that takes away the last tear?
Are you the moment, which never let us go?
you are the rain, i love.

relationship: the tangles

The most versatile word with so mixed feelings tangled with it. To be a little more formal, i can say that relationship is just like the cover of a book. One should never judge a book by its cover, nor a relationship. The measure of a relation can never be quantified. Sometimes a feeling is all that we need. And for obvious reasons of social ties, we bring forth the formality of bringing in the term of 'relationship'.
This morning was a quite a beautiful beginning to what we call a pleasant day. Happily surrounded by all the smiling faces and discomforting ones too, i see uncertainties all around me; indefinite uncertainty. All that could be felt was indefinite disturbances. Now when i speak of the disturbance, it includes all distractions: all one needs to demolish the fair game of a relation, and feelings (to emphasize on the essence). Remember the silent times with the one who is 'yours', when all you had were questions with basically no logic but distractions. Jealousy and insecurity takes the first place. No relation is saved from these cuts. I hope the 'cut' is quite acquainted with ( ). I had have many such instances when i have proved to be one such ample example of insecurity. today was one such day! Sometimes i feel it flow with my blood. (well, i am being personal this time, for a change) i have thrived so well in this aspect. No matured neurons could change me here. And no matter what, every girl has it in her (the guys would definitely agree and girls would agree only when the ego therein dies). May be its a secondary sexual character in females (biology; ahem). But let's bring optimism, that's the game. Optimism : you are jealous, you are insecured: surely implies that there is something that 'resembles' what we call 'feelings'. Now, the next step that could follow is the 'nomenclature' : chose the name you like, say 'friend' or a step beyond it (totally optional!). Now i think i should wind up, but then there is something left unwritten apart from the confession that i am 'in-secured' and 'jealous', and it is that 'i live in you'. I am definitely sure of this fact that some part of you is definitely the clone of me. Enjoy, while i live!