professing sweet love

This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

I decided to sit near the window, so that I could get a better view. Well it was only an excuse and everyone knew about it; that I actually sat beside him in the class and he was sitting near the window.
While he was writing, I swiftly took away his pencil, to a bit annoy him!

“What?” He asked getting a bit annoyed.

“muhhaa...giving a wink” I expressed shamelessly!

O yeah I can do that..!!
Expect anything from our generation guys..!
We have this common consent that we are liberal and have this freedom to choose whatever we wished to dream and also accept the consequences willingly of our proposed naughty thoughts. That is how I celebrate my freedom of expression!

But the matter of fact is I'm like a little child with him and simply unembarrassed at any silliest of moments!

“It will take only a step, for you to get little more close to me but it will take same one step for me to cross all the limitations!” I thought.

..it took just a realisation to accept him as a vital part

of my

life...

Indeed I understood finally what being in love is.
I was suddenly all over. With that extra vibe and zest in life to let do anything which was a chance or a serious risk. Since I knew in my mind and acknowledge the fact that I was being loved and supported.

They say it takes like a lifetime to actually find someone who would genuinely love you. But for me it was only about a realisation when I hopelessly accepted him to be a part of my life. Perhaps a part of my life that was the most vital and sweetest one, I guess!

~ Early winters last year when after a long time really long time...I got in touch with him...I hardly knew how things would shape but I wanted to replicate the patterns of happiness and friendship we used to have in our relationship, long back!

It was cold outside yet the thoughts of his made me warm inside. A fog that covered the whole world, the same mist captured my heart and confined from sinking. I knew from the beginning that it will be a long story. And I wanted it to last too with a twist of love...which puts indeed everything so straight touching the cords of heart.

I knew I was supposed to take the level up with the kind of conversation we were trying to put yet it dint matter as I was very determined even in the first line when I said to him,

“Come on call me now!”

As soon as we were brought together by the social network to the real visible one to one chat, we decided to speak which just sparked. I was dominating and very aggressive with my words. And he confused trying to talk liberally but with a hesitation of the strange year’s gap and no conversation link up.

..sometimes we act so silly only in an attempt to look smart in the basic moments
of ourlife...

I know, most of the time we act so stupidly...yet at the fundamental moments in life. Especially when we take so much of pain to be ourselves and to know the other person who is definitely the dearest one.

We basically don’t want to hurt them.
We definitely don’t want them to leave us, now when we have met again by destiny. Okay now how come destiny took all the credits, I wonder. I made those silly effort to get in touch back and fate is believed to play the fair game...this ofcourse annoys me a bit!

“How is life?” he asked
(Knowing I was fine and leading a good life...yet it is just a formal may to start a conversation and should be appreciated in every way...)

“I’m fine, how is your life!” I said
(I always knew he would lead a good life since he was good person at heart, I perhaps also knew he have his own life and huge changes for his betterment yet I wanted to ask and know actually if he missed me sometime some day by chance at least...)

“Life is good!” he said with strength of mind!
And I always appreciated his fortitude of believing in things.

“Did you miss me tell me the truth...” I said with conviction.
(No more beating behind the bushes, I wanted to talk business no matter what the consequence is. He could get annoyed and call of the talk off or can get honest and speak his heart! Choice he has to make today or never.)

“We often make weird walls against our loved ones...not because we don’t want them to be near to us yet we think the wall will secure them and they might never leave us. A kind of insane way to believe, indeed!

I made the same kind of wall. And I could not latter when I wanted to, could not break the wall but I had to take a step up...climb and cross all the hurdles...perhaps which were created by me only.

..sometimes we need to cross all the hurdles

take a step up only to taste the sweet thing...

Breaking walls would go against our intense consideration I had for many years. But when we are in love we do something that is complete opposite of  what we think and climbing a wall to cross was like not going against our belief but actually going against our strong ‘Value System’.

They see it as a blunder but I call it the sweetest thing I did for myself, profess _ I'M in love!


“I missed you”, he said with an urge.
(I could feel the pain and agony in his words yet I wanted him to speak more not because I want to hear about myself but want to know if he thinks of me, is he sure of his own thoughts!)

“A long pause....!!!”
(A pause that felt like crossing bridges of all the years and seasons that passed. It felt as a time-machine moving back in the pappy-love era yet coming forth with a realisation of present!)

“I missed you too” I replied after a long pause...
..yet with same passion and keenness to talk more.

SO here goes the shining ball of the party!!

Where I not just had a conversation, me saying - him hearing but just few words...it created a long lasting relationship. Something which was lacking for years, something which was subconsciously in our mind but since there were no stars playing there game we choose our own decisions to lead without being with together.

..my prayers are answered whenever I hear words pouring
for me...

We had nothing to regret we were happy in our own way...at least that what we said and meant then. Yet human nature is such that one always craves for more, this time I wanted him to say more and I wanted me to do more!
Indeed I have to be sure of what I want in life since it’s a pious moment where if I ask for something else valuable I would get that, I knew it.
It’s like my consistent prayers are being answered, as I hear his words pouring for me. Prayers when with all my heart only wished good for him, never begged for anything selfish means but believing at heart-core with a hope that I will get when the time is right for me and what I owe will be mine, some decent day!

“Keep in touch with me!” we concluded our talks!

“All we wanted and wished was sharing our words, our little humble world and our stories and perhaps share our mind!
Indeed it was not about the physical thing. Yet with all that good positive philosophy, we cannot ignore the fact we wanted to meet, touch, feel and share the most adoring kiss and share the warmest hug with the one we love so much! Ahhh...! Right now kisses are only stolen breaths!

“Do u still miss me....I see no Hiccups!” I teasingly often said to him.

But now when we are together and going really strong surprisingly, we still choose and respect our individual life yet have 'our little world of me and you' as the back-up to fight all the odds in life.

Seriously, being loved and to be in love is the best feeling in life. Especially when we know there is nothing that can go wrong or against us! By default it just comes being fearless and face the world and standing beside each other unconditionally.

Loving gives a courage as a validate reason of having the integrity to make correct choices when other things might appear easier and intimidating.

I say this because my fear of unknown disappears when I’m with him.
It’s when I’m a leading man in his life..I like the way being bold strong aggressive in approach!!

You call me ‘mini Hitler’, I won’t mind at all, my sweet love!

I like taking responsibility when I see he just take the whole weird world off my shoulders with a sweet smile. His cutest way of making me feel special just takes me to different planet where I have no fear and I get true to myself. Perhaps I’m true to myself when I’m with him.

...my
whole
world
is true
when I'M withyou..

I still have a lot to share with him. All those things which happened when he was around but only in mind and thoughts...still to tell a lot! I will never say that he was not around since he was always there...wishing good for me even if it was from a distance.

I don’t claim to be the best but I’m trying to be good, which itself is a huge task. I might be smart but I’m not mean but trying to a more meaningful in life, trying to discover something better yet beautiful in me!

“You look different today...or it just that I noticed something new!” 
He cracked one day with a slight sweet curve on his perfect lips.

I think, I do good and think all good when he is around.
And even when he is not physically around I hear his voice, which echo in mind all the time. Yet sometimes thought passes, is being so much blindfolded faith okay, yet I know when I doubt, its only for myself not on him.
He is still the most influential person of my life and I choose to go one more spin on one toe at his tune anytime for him!

“I was always that nice (trying to be generous)and beautiful (trying to be mean too same time)! 
You never noticed, perhaps! ” I said overruling the boundary!

I don’t understand....when we LOVE someone...why are we thinking of boundaries and limitations so much...why can’t we just love! Why just we can’t be together cherishing past and celebrating the present! Why can’t we just be you and me for miles where we have a little good time!
Love definitely brings the best in you forward. I see that every time.

“I want to run anytime towards him and give a tight hug. Return to my childhood with him and play those silly games, cheat and win, winning yet let him win sometimes, fly kites, cycle, go gym together, make breakfast in kitchen, do everything that is enough of pleasure and joy before I grew "old" and miss the game. I want us to be able to chase one another around the room, have a good pillow fights, and wrestle, cuddle. I want us to tease one another even if that means I'll shed tears getting irritated, I want to share silly jokes, and dilute the rough edge of life, the seriousness and stress of a working day with the magical spell of humor and a charming smile to treasure each day!

“I have never been loved and appreciated so much...Don’t pamper me so much...you will spoil me like you did to kids! ” he said in a serious tone that day.

I wonder how my love will spoil you for I will love you forever with no conditions applied.
It’s not the way that I deserve you but what I think and believe that I perhaps owe you!!
And when the feeling of owing or something comes, one just can’t let it go and losing is something you can’t even think of.

..mutual magic
in every move
I see miracle
when i'm inlove...

Okay we dint try as usual couple do...meet and hang around. We never had a chance to know each other ever. But life has something else planned.
I think we need not make effort to know each other as we have accepted as we are and appreciate that in every little way. But we shared the same sentiments for each other and things and also had kind of same priorities in life to fulfill.
There is definitely something celestial goes when we are together or thinking of each other. There is a mutual magic and I feel miracle in every move and I mean that with all of my heart!

“You are getting old. You should take care in winters...are you or you need a good dose again!” 
I said owing responsibility.

~ Time just flies.

Sometimes fussing and fighting on silly stops but being forever in love was the part to understand each other better. We saw each other growing old, liking the wrinkles and probably disliking the grey hair.
Though, I feel more healthier and happier being in love. 
But how amazing is love, it never grows old and probably every time brings back you youth in the passion.

..a cute clue
that changes
life for
ever is sweetlove...

I will never forget the sweet time we had then. Again thinking it brings the same smile and happiness. Accepting and embracing are my constant companions while I’m still in love.

I still feel that cottage, the smell if the bamboo wall, the flame warming souls; long walk together forever into the crimson sunset under the maple shade. It’s like a cool wave of the breeze every time I think.

The best thing I learnt being in love is to never give up and perhaps never loses faith.

"Do you still love me?" Still every time I like to ask him.
"I Love You!" he said convincingly!
Okay I ask not because I have any kind of doubt or have lack of trust but honestly, every time I ask, and every time he say "I Love You!"...my heart just jumps with joy!

The kind of conviction every time he show to prove that he still loves me the same way he used to when we first met, is so amazing to watch on his face reflecting care and concern. Hence, I don't mind even if he gets annoyed of repeatedly asking same thing but its just that I Love to hear, feeling so refreshed every time...perhaps who doesn't love to be loved genuinely generously!

“And indeed,when I'm loved...I need to be told that I'm loved and showed in every little gesture and more that you missed me and love me the most! A silent-sweet-love perhaps wont please or impress that much this brat princess!!

Love always made me hopeful and helped me to endure through every circumstance. Indeed, life has its own way to give you message and have its own plans for you and not in high-sounding words but in more of silence the life professes the love of your life.

I’m so glad that we were able to crack the code and read that clue which completely changed my life!

"That’s how the sweet thing is and my sweetheart is!"
She concluded with a husky tone, some silence and a sacred tear passing through her cheek.

“ There was a stunned silence, followed by soft giggling, then loud giggling and finally outright laughter. Kids could not stop smiling as she stopped telling the love-story of her life!
They think their gorgeous grandmother did not probably do much insane in her youth to her love like today’s youth does yet she did a lot to preserve and still serve her lover the best...with sweet words and that’s more killing!
~ However one cannot ignore other side of the story that old yet gorgeous grandmother was still sweet princess at her heart, professing her perfect sweet love!

Note: the picture above belongs to my very close friends. I want to heartily thank for their contribution and immense love they share with me.

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A white Cup of Coffee

The wonderful picture attached below is captured by my very dear friend, "Parker".

Ones again a fascination with a coffee and a thought provoked my head with a superb realization.
As always a beautiful day...went to the CCD(Cafe Coffee day) to enjoy my lovable aromatic cappuccino a kind of coffee.
This CCD had its best location as it was almost in the heart of the market area...and I choose to sit outside under the umbrella to feel the air and bit of sunlight around. Basically enjoying the heat and dust of India!

My coffee was on the table and every time I looked my cup of coffee I wished if my cup was white colour it would have stood out in the colourful background. Than thought the white colour would actually look more hygienic and give more purity kind of feeling...which brought amazing brightness in thoughts while sipping the coffee.

But alas...my cup of coffee was actually of black colour with some weird print...which totally distracted me and my brewing thoughts.
In fact, I stared my silly black cup so badly as if I could even break that with my eying power, I thought.

Soon I started thinking that, I like more of glasses/crystal which is transparent in looks...tall without handle to hold...and while we hold them in hands...they warm up our palms with a soothing effect.

I wondered more stupid as the thought passed through...how about drinking a coffee in a wine glass with a tall steep bowl on top and long stem to hold elegantly....perhaps...not that appropriate for coffee...yet could I actually try drinking in it!!

Also I thought how the earthenware glasses gave so wonderful flavour to the tea we find mostly at our railway stations or bus-stands. What if we drink coffee in that...will that be a different experience!

Or drink coffee in a cheap plastic cup and be proud to the fact that the cup would have been recycled and I’m supporting a great green revolution.

And finally I remembered...when I was in college messy canteen, I ones even enjoyed my coffee in a cup which had a tiny creek on the edge of the rim of it.

...I wish 
I had
a white cup to sip my
lovely
coffee..

But whatever it is or it was or it could be...I was just not satisfied with my odd looking black cup of coffee and constantly over again and again the same thought kept repeating... “Wish I had a White Cup to sip my lovely coffee!”

The options of glasses were many from truly expensive to some very cheap, some exquisite and some absolutely dull plain looking. And I know no matter what, I would choose the best and most beautiful cup for me may be the most expensive one over the cheap plain looking cup and indeed this thought would resemble with everyone’s desire.

The matter of fact is everyone wants to have the best for one self. And I think there is nothing wrong in that when one is actually granted with choices to make which serve you the best.

...my conversation with my coffee was hindered

by a
sillycup...

Though, my conversation with my coffee was hindered by this silly cup.
I looked around and found few lucky one, other coffee lover enjoying their coffee in White Cup that I secretly desired for. Eyeing their cups made me a bit heartbreaking.

And that was truly strange for me as I never thought this would affect me so much and I in the longing of having the best cup, in a process would forget to enjoy my favourite coffee and my that sweet little time that I take out from the hustle bustle of life to enjoy my time where I can be with me sipping the coffee.

And with a flash suddenly I had this realisation that the cup did not add any quality or extra flavour to my coffee.

And certainly I initially ordered to have a coffee and not thought about the cup. 
Yet now when I have a coffee I’m ignoring to enjoy that aroma and I’m thinking more of the cup, its shape and colour than about the coffee.

And perhaps if we apply on life same way...

~ Life is a Coffee!
~ The job, the position we posses, the wealth we earn, the society, the status, the whole and all little thing we do in life for betterment which are important and think they are as valuable to cherish are the Cups.

Yet we stood holding our special cups in pride...which are nothing else than those just non-living tools to hold the contents called the life. Perhaps, sometimes it’s so difficult to accept the fact that the cup be it white or black shall not define what we are or can change the quality of life we are living or heading and aspiring to.

To enjoy the coffee we need to make richer with chocolate, cream, sugar or other stuff. A rich looking expensive cup wouldn't help much to enhance the flavour.

...the sweet little things in life 
are

well settled and untouched by our ignorance to see 

the little joys in

little gulps
and
tiny hiccups..

Would my friends talk to me if I have a better house, or would my family love me more if I had a car or would she/he love me more if I have more money!!

The simple true answer is 'NO'!

Indeed none of them or for the matter of fact never 'WE' decide to talk or build relationship with anyone for what one posses as luxurious richness but the true people will love you for the respect you have earned and appreciate you for more the grace you carry in your attitude and words you say or the thoughts you reflect.

We live and excel due to our own abilities and capabilities, applying with grace.

~ Sometimes we concentrate so hard only on the cup and type of cups to posses that we constantly fail to recognise to reflect the coffee, the wonderful sweet life which we are blessed and gifted with.

~ A coffee with little sugar granules settled at the bottom of the cup...possibly the little sweet things and cute moments of life settled untouched at the bottom...which still needs to be stirred and realized to enjoy.

The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They don’t have the best or the most expensive cups to show. Yet they have the coffee perhaps the best one to relish. They are just making the best of everything they have.

And well goes the quote:
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." ~T.S. Eliot
I here ask you...
"Have you started enjoying your coffee at the core or you are still staring at the silly cup, like I did before!!"

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to be loved - Happy Valentines Day

>>This beautiful picture is captured
by my very dear friend 'Parker'.

Who does not like that cute wink
Who does not like that little glance!
Who does not like to take a chance!
A little assist in little things..
A little touch and a little blink!
Many small talks yet long conversation
Blankly staring at dreamy eyes...!
Who does not like to listen and speak precise!

Who does not like the rush in blood!
That short of breaths
That high heart beats...
And short of words
That nervy sweat
That friend’s sweet tease
Those unconfirmed up-links
Perhaps those weak knees!

Who does not like the fluttering of eyes!
That blush on face
Those pink cheeks!
Who does not like to remember the tiny moments!
The first meeting
The first few sentences spelled
The first coffee sips together
And perhaps the first fight!

Who does not like to be absent mind!
And when no one is around...
Still you are smiling like a kid
And secretly wishing and praying for someone!

Who does not like to feel that sweet pain!
For a moment one wonders
Is being kid-like normal or
Normal is to behave insane!

Who does not like to get
Butterflies when the name is said!
And last page scribbling of the name,
Who does not like the echo of voice!
The vibration of tone..
And those cutie pie pet names
And yet when not a single word whispered..
Reading those eyes!
Who just do not like!

Who does not like to be asked if food is eaten!
Or a reminder to drive slow
Or to check things before you forgot,
Who does not like to be simply told!
To sleep early
And be served in the morning
With tea and red rose!

Who does not like to be the one!
The one special
A pretty face!
Complex be the situation or feeling
Who does not like
That unconditional support!

Who does not like to be adored!
Where admiration is far more gratifying than anything!
Earnest expressions of affection
Who does not like flatter lines in the crowd!
Talking of the fascinations!

Who does not like to cry!
Cry out all stress and sniff
When there is a shoulder
Strong and concerned
Bow the head
Tears just roll-down
All bitter thoughts just rinse!

Who does not like those restless nights!
Those captivating thoughts
The excitement to see a new day
Those silly hiccups
Those secret plans to set a simple day as special
Who does not like to be surprised in anyway!

Who does not like those mushy talks!
Those flying kisses from the distance
And those cuddle pose
Those warm arms
Holding hands!
Mould the fondness
Cup the face!
Where you forget life’s all odd
Who does not like those silly short messages on phone!
Those teasing miss calls
And those in simple message cracking code!

Who does not like to be treasured!
Just as the plants needs light, heat and water
We also need to be deeply cared..
We also want to be madly pampered..
Every day and every minute
Who does not like to be liked!
Who does not wish to be cherished!
Delicately touched
Passionately hugged
And perhaps who does not like to be genuinely loved!!

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55 fiction - sync vibes and thoughts

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Rules of the contest:

• One have to write a set of three 55F.
• The first two sets should be a story on its own.
• The two stories should climax / conclude / inter-twine in the third set of 55F.
• The story could be of any genre i.e, love, crime, mystery or thriller etc.

55fiction: left the room

She looked in pain and her eyes were full in tears.
He looked at her and gave no sheer interest.
A long pause and silence cricking!
‘Leave the room..’ he said in anger.
She could not cope.
At ones she left the room in tears and walked off his life too without a second thought.

55fiction: passed away

She felt uneasy and weak.
She took long breaths with no comfort within.
He gave her ‘pump’ to breathe simple.
She felt hurt, heat and difficulty to stand sore.
It was not an ‘asthmatic attack’ at core but was an acute ‘heart-attack’
Perhaps latter he found, her soul passed away in pain due to ‘thought-attack’!

55fiction: comfort and conversation was missing

Still he feels her scent and presence in room.
Miss the food she often cooked.
The link of comfort was missing.
Latter in his life he missed the conversation too.
Suddenly phone rings, there are no words but deep breaths he could sense.
With broken heart he whispered, "Come back, honey! Mom left us forever!"

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few friends are just more than friends

NOTE: As the title goes, this is a request please do not turn down my words by simple misinterpretation. Kindly read this post with an open mind. Without bothering to bring the gender issue for it is a post to deal with a little extra care and handled with grace!

Past few weeks I have this very strange feeling so thought to share it with you all. I have been noticing some really major changes in the prospective of things. This is a thing which I though knew it, I have never tried expressing it ever to anyone and as the matter of fact is even I was in a way ignored by my own views deliberately.

Okay the thing is that, I want right words to express...
Though, any language of the world in not that rich to have a word to express which I really want to. Yeah this info is true to the best of my knowledge.

The quote is;
“We are not Just friends or confirmed great friends BUT...”

This is so much applicable to any gender or opposite sex people. Well I know this is getting so confusing yet I will try to give few examples to explain and express the best.

Example one:
I have my school friends. And indeed plenty are on the list and more to be added. Most of them are from my own class so definitely we know each other quite well. Yet there are many who were in the school, know me as an acquaintance and hence titled as friends. Nothing wrong in this I guess!

My issue here is...these days I find the word ‘friend’ so small yet so common that I’m not able to express my extra special feeling to that someone special.

I mean though all are my friends but there are just very few who are truly my closest buddy and are more than just friends.
My school friends particularly the group of girls “Mg’s” are the perfect example to give and say...that they are my friends, may be the best friends and yet my buddies but addressing them saying that they are my friends...is not fair or just too less to express.

As, I know they are definitely more than friends for the bond we share and have been sharing, yet after all this I don’t know how to title them. They are not just friends but those are like my own sisters though I know we don’t share any blood lines yet they are just very close to my heart. So it is complex but so beautiful. It's cuddlier, it's more endearing.

Say its like, “few relationships have no name yet people claim to be forever friends! Indeed what an irony!!”

It’s like, I know those few are my friends (could be a girl or a boy) and we share a closest bond yet I know that there is only a word called as ‘friend’ that would be used to describe them, no matter how special they are to me and I’m for them.

...I want a new word to define
my warmth my affection   my care
and
concern for my special bonds..!

And this particularly is actually bothering me.
I want to a new word to define my warmth, my affection, my care for them.

Often we tend to address such people like, well-wisher, buddy, supporter, fan, admirer, mate and pal as an extension of being friend or being just more than a friend.

I thought, ‘soul-mate’ was the closest best word, I could use but perhaps not everyone with accept the word precisely and willingly.
I think, ‘buddy’ was another closest word and best to use it in a friendly term and perhaps everyone will appreciate it yet not fulfilling, I guess!

Indeed, not all relationships have names!
Or I’m just too lazy to define them those are ‘soul-bonds’. I share this with my best of few friends who are girls and yet few are boys. (So GENDER is not an issue here...kindly keep this in mind while going through the post.)

“The thing or the feeling is when you come across such person, irrespective to the gender; you just know the spark is there. You just know he/she understands you the best way. And perhaps you know you are not judged on words or not read as a pretention. The whole vibe and aura is so beautiful when the two of you come across, share a word and instantly open your world of thought without any hesitation.

Come ‘on they cannot be just friends we know this clearly for we are so sure sharing a huge strong bond. The bond could be created long back ago and with age got matured so we respect that attachment. Or the bond could be created newly where heavenly stars instantly play its magic and you feel so connected either meeting after many years or meeting recently.

Example two:
Perhaps, I know all my blogger friends are my friends and we definitely share some common ground of creativity and thoughts. But there are few just very few and special one, not just friends, or buddies but we share a bond. I feel like a family with them. Really...no matter how virtual world could be, I could not resist this genuine connection!

~ And again when I go back to my school mates and college mates, I cannot refuse to accept a certain inclination for certain few people. Some of those have come up with a long race distinct the distance and time and stood by me in all thick and thin of different phase of my life.

~ Yet there are also few who moved on in their life in a flow and latter when they stood at the heap on the top alone found me creating a rapport like never before. The feeling is like we never left each other ever and started along just when we got in touch.

~ Perhaps, it is also possible that such people are the one with whom you might not have shared many experience, might not have been in touch, might not have shared a word for a long time but definitely when got connected; nothing could defy the mutual fondness shared.


“And those people are one who will never complain why we never spook, why we could not make it in past, why there is a why in our life, cause’ this is how we build our strong bond and this is how we will cherish it in the long run. And perhaps we are so glad that we have a fact ‘how’ we are still so related in the goodness!

Possibly with my all those so called friends but more than friends, I enjoy this feeling in thyself  “there is something that have kept us together intact in a sacred pose” no matter how many conflicting issues arrived.

Actually at this juncture of life,
I got plenty of people who are my friends. Yet today, I want friends only who understands me the best without me giving every explanation about what I actually mean. I want an easy-going conversation. Where I’m not picked for my words but comprehend for my emotions. I do not want to have a college kind of casual chat where I’m constantly misinterpreted first and then latter clarifying all correctly missing the core.

• I want my special one on my side where confidently I can say ‘you belong with me’!
• I want to be free of adjectives while I’m explicitly expressing my likes and dislikes list.
• And I want to be where I’m just pulling their legs on different levels of dialogues.
• And them still getting my witty humour just right...
• It is where not all friends do, but there are just few more than friends acting just so complementary and complimentary.

“And here I’m in a position where we might not be agreeing on everything and every time but the respect for the emotions, freedom of thoughts and sharing the same without holding back is being appreciated in every long or small conversation made.

Everybody had a theory, a personal way of being and expressing to calculate the life mysteries. I believe, I got mine so here I’m sharing above my quote of life that I’m following these days to simplify the complexity of relationships and recreating a simple formula by accepting and being aware of the highly intensify attraction of bonds brought together.

I still need to figure out more. But I’m just too happy to see that I have created my own list of those special ones and treating them well as they deserve it.

Okay, the bottom line is I’m still in a quest of that correct word to define that special bond which is more than a friend.

Yet I know, the verbatim line is actually, 'Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose'! That is in similar vein to Shakespeare's 'a rose by any other name would smell as sweet'.
That's like an interpretation given by me that though I’m searching the word to address that special bond yet I know they are still my friends and special one too.

And perhaps, I should not stop by calculating life mysteries as the mystery is so beautiful when unsolved.
So I’m enjoying the telepathy we are sharing, the dreams we are exchanging and the hiccups while remembering.

Finally, I feel so good and focused that as far as possible I’m able to come up with something very complex...yet I got so clueless to define...but I'm enjoying this mix feeling which is truly resulting into a conclusion I guess!!

And clueless venture where I’m busy in acknowledging the deep dynamics of relationships which is changing, my obsession and attachments with those few special one mounting. I’m admitting the same to them these days and with a hope that they will understand my innocent intention of evolving and gratifying to our friendship and bond nourished.

Indeed, the essence is so pure to create and care the new chum!

If you have enjoyed the above post, you will also like this post too, "One moment of Undefined Relationship"

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Mystery of Love

Indeed, sometimes picture speaks more than any words or crisp statements could express.
This adorable expressive picture below is taken by my very sweet friend, Aishwarya!!
So proud of you gurl! And thanks so much for letting me use this picture :)

Even if we knew it all
There would still be a little mystery evolved,
Even if all our tales would have been told in words
There still is a chance to talk even more in codes!

And there if we ask a question
Sure it means we knew the reply that is coming by,
And it’s then, when I try to stare in your bright eyes
I never get through clear, me being moderately shy!

And yet when I blink my eye immediately after,
I see your glimpse in every flash and flare,
And this is when I love the sentiment to share,
And tend to hate same time the feeling that
You are not here!

But as it is said
In thoughts, in walks, in every motion, in gesture tried
In words, files, in coffee breaks and long-ride,
I know, you envision me
Through every moment subsist and dream surge survives!

And yet when one is far behind;
Walking alone...
But with the sailing memories storm,
Still walking and waking nights
For you regretting no instance ever!

Nothing yet a lot has been changed
Except for the feel of that old flame
We have tried to move on
but this feeling’s are just too strong!

Something simultaneously provokes and prevent,
I know occasionally you hung up when you dial
Or sometimes dialled and not held emotions mild
Hence, I will never let you be alone even for a while..
Will make you always smile even from a mile,
I’ll get in your rhyme tic heartbeats wave
And soon you’re heading into my soul’s way!

So until I find you on my side
I fear nothing but sudden lost sign
Cause’ I still adore you like I did before,
For your presence constantly keeps me under control
And here I share secrete powers to smile more
Further I see myself really grow like never before!

Then seek out not scared, my dear sweets!
Smile, share peaks and speak sweet
Fling out your fears...
Let any questions like ‘why’ or ‘If’ never enters!

By far, we will care the bond
Nourish, flourish in the core
Cause' YOUR big heart and kindness...
will find its way to ME...!
Ending a mystery of sacred history!

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Distance and Destiny by choice

A miles difference
On your side
Me on mine
Minutes I count
I see the sunshine
Brightening my day
I think you see a moon
Same time on your way!

Thinking about you feels so right
I don’t mind if this keeps me awake all night,
I wish this all made sense,
I wish just that you understand!

Filling my evenings
Agony is out of our control
Feeling my heart
Things next slowly crawl

Hope brings edge
Heartbeat aches
Many more tears
Tearing me apart
As you sadly blink,
My spirits almost sink
Memories bound to pound
One of the rare kind sounds
Pleasure and pain countdown recount!

I have known you for years
This brings big smile here
Shaft of light instantly I feel
Every thought is so deep and real!

Ages been
When we shared a word
As you did precisely,
I fluttered and shared my world!

We talked, we walked
Lanes of memories and time zones
And as we fought in dismay
Yet strengthening our bond
And no matter how best I try
I cannot stop my emotions flow as I write
Still creating and rebuilding our strong tie
Sweet thoughts and affection all it binds and reminds!

Determination was always high,
Now I recall..
We never gave up or said goodbye..!
You have been always on my mind
Supportive, caring and healing divine
With every single soft breath I take,
I feel your presence and fleeting time
It’s there just so steady flawlessly,
A sacred blessed feeling...
I don’t know just how to define..!

Every tiny life path brick fits and phase lands
A new shade of painting story here it begins
Larger than destination,
Longer than bounded time
It's by hope and dreams refine!

I know no element or compelling force
That separate chords or breaks the codes..
Together happiness and warmth of our voice,
Glad! Life solved puzzles by choice!

Little mystery still evolves..
Humble fondness grows
Instantly connected
Always so close
Makes us reach
Unique unknown touch soul in each instinct
I believe, friendly spark in us is destined!

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missing facet of hidden

The stunning picture below is take by my very dear friend 'Parker'
Thanks so much buddy!!! Hope u like this picture and mystery attached!

Loud
In the crowd
In the lanes
Dusk
Of memories
And people insane
Run as I would
Just if I could
Clueless
Till I’m left
Breathless!

Wish
Only to be
A face unknown
Unnoticed clone
When no one sees
Secretly I wish
That one
And only the one
In the twilight
Truly secretly notice
Actually see
Claim on me
Bravely!

Missing facet
Of Hidden
But in a small thought
Of the one
Mysterious
Reaches me
Takes me
Into me
Define and
Intervene
My matter
My mind
Brilliantly!

The heights
And extreme
Up and underneath
Refusing to reveal
Turning divine
To define
The search
A company
To share all
Shadows
Darkness
Under the sky
With stars
Shining
Bright!

Invisible yet
An experience
Virtual yet a
Dream
Brush of realism
Envelop emotions
Concealed views
Shield soul
Sheltering corners
Stolen moments
Love locked
No one will ever know
Now I will bear all
For the chance certain
But a step never through
Boldly!

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I tried - Sweet Love

There are so many things often I ignore to say..
Sometimes I forget,
Yet sometimes I just easily shy away,
But I heartily wish and hope to tell you someday..
That I get speechless every time,
When I actually try to say!
*
Yet I can only pose the best way I could
Opening wide warm arms, pouting a bit, blink in twilight..
Steering a flying kiss
Like a sweet mere butterfly...
In a certain belief you will catch..
And YOU will be pleased..
To see that I at least tried!

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Sand Fantasy

Below is the inspiring picture of my very sweet friend -'Prerna'.
And this prose is dedicating to wish her great ever smiling charming life!

~ Sand fantasy ~

A careless slightest breeze,
Passing through her dark locks,
Touching peach cheek,
Leaving them forever blushing!

While the mild wind settles,
Wild goes the aqua sea,
Ripples of hope repeats,
Replenish ecstasy sealed!

Breeze turns into a blow,
Taller the waves,
Deepen the love shores,
Higher the vow goes!

Crystal indigo water in the crest,
Allied to the aqua water in the trough,
Currents continue connection,
Recollecting sand shimmer and moments!

Supple delicate dreams,
Wondering walk beside the blue deep,
Tides flowing to smoothing the fantasy trail,
Carving footsteps through the future trace!

And here goes a curve,
Creating a fine-grained dream castle,
And a compassion in sand,
In the embedded heart arc, she created!

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Going into Greater mind

Note: 55 Fictions is precise form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. Hope you like it ! And Happy New Year,2011. friends!!

• The picture below is taken by dear friend of mine and very talented person Sagar Heerani! I'm sure you will be able to see more of beautiful captured moments by Sagar in the coming posts. Welcome our new photographer, Sagar Heerani with his distinct vision! Keep the spark ALive..dude :)
  

55fiction - Going into Greater mind

He fitfully looks around feeling edgy!

‘What are the intentions?’ he repeats countless.
‘Respect the request and decode the current challenge in verve!’ Mind complies.

Parched wits yet an illuminating soul!

‘Dozen of ideas to a sole little inspiration stimulates...’

..Elucidates a struggling writer.. 
and a passionate creator...finally reads  ‘flash’  going into greater mind!

Vision (c) Sagar Heerani

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Thursday challenge - Toys

Thursday Challenge is a place for photographic fun and learning. A theme is announced on this site each week.This Week challenge is "TOYS" (Dolls, Games, Stuffed Animals, Athletic Equipment, Construction Toys, Art Supplies,...)

• This is no ordinary truck-toy...it is more than 50 years old and absolutely in a good condition!

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Fleeting Beauty at Christmas

Note: The collage below has the pictures taken by my very talented friend Parker! Hope you like it. Also the prose below is created in exactly 100 words!!

Fleeting fine beauty said..

Deepest-darkest winter hours,
Twist turn dance frisk in, freezing a moment,
Shiny wink,
I bat my silver lashes,
Fleeting beauty, falling head over heels...without a sound,
Touching the soul, other side of the windowpane,
Settling smoothly, waiting willingly,
Lingering and dreaming of him
Knowing all would be hard,
Knocking would hurt;
Knotless admiration is worth knowledge!
Graceful spark from the confident core!
Tiny yet so intricately inimitably joy formed.
Considering a contribution this Christmas,
“Before rays trace me, look at me, my love!
Warmth in me is the coolest thing...
I felt melting in your arms”...
... fine Snowflake said!

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