A Painful way to embrace love..!!

Just a moment ago, life seems to be so perfect, you’re near me,

And now, I feel so lonely inside, so screwed up here,

Today, I felt, what love is all about,

I felt this pain, that was so threatening,

I still remember, the way you turned your back towards me, the way you went off,

The way I cried, the way my hands trembled,

 And I stood all alone in this crowd, with no one around

Just a mistake perishes everything, the love just eschews away,

And Loneliness is here to stay,

Suddenly, I’m trying hard to find the reason of my existence,

I just miss your mere presence,

My life is just crashed, smashed all over

Trying hard to believe, just hard to figure it out,

That I’m all alone and I miss you all over again.

When you try real hard, just to feel absurd,

You go psychedelic, a bit psychic,

And everything just falls apart.

Search for those broody eyes,

But, they’re just out of sight,

A few drops of tear doesn’t heal,

A few miles, you can’t walk,

All you need is to be alone, loneliness to play its part.

Then, from the hell or haven,

There comes a ray, sunshine of hope,

 And rest is history.

That’s the beauty of romance.

Oh boy,

Here, I’m back, not with the same vengeance, probably, but, with the same insane soul. 

Let love prevail, forever. Amour!!

I'm in LOVE....Can't stop my heart, following you...I'm helpless...

Aahhhaa...
I’m in love, really, I am.... yet again....

With the same bliss,
With the same chaste,
With the same heart,
With the same soul,
With the same dreams,
With the same thoughts,
With the same whimsical mind,
And with the same abyss love...

However, this time around, my angel is the most beautiful sonnet of universe...
It’s so hard to explain her in mere words, she’s par excellence.....

You know what....

She rides with the mystical rainfall; she shivers with the chilly snows....
She flows with the river; she walks with the trees...
She sleeps with the moon; she talks with the stars...
She fly with the birds, she runs with the cute puppies...
She talks with the sparrows, she sings with the parrots....
She can stand tall with the mountain; she can climb up the sky...
She’s everywhere.....!!

Within me, within you, within the Universe, within the horizons...
It’s just that we didn’t realise her powers...the powerful verse....
That’s the spiritual optimism...
Divinity, spirituality, empyreanity.... and that’s all, she is about...

''...Memories of You, So, abstruse to eschew....''

This is dedicated to all the beautiful people who possess an ebullient heart..
And also a reply to all those enquiries, that are sneaking at my inbox..,
‘Folks,
I was not a victim of failing love nor am I, a victim of a heartbreaker. Tersely, I can’t get rid of this beautiful feeling called LOVE coz, it’s my muse, my revue, my satire and ahaa, my life....
I just wanna feel the feeling that a maudlin heart feels...
So, here’s something for the Mawkish souls..

Once, there was an insane boy, who is madly in love with a damsel, who used to worship the damsel like the celestial heaven, who inscribed her heart in the walls of his heart. However, he never knew that, Destiny will deceive him so brusquely...

He knows a little, a little enough to fall in love, a little enough to adorn his love, but, that little’s not enough to save his love...

So, he murmurs, fairly, his heart murmurs.....
When my eyes are closed, I know you’ll be there to guide me..
When my dreams are shattered, I know, you’ll be there to ebb my pain..
When my lips will shiver to utter your name, I know, you’ll be there to make it agile..
When the sun eclipses in the horizon, I know, you’ll be there to cherish the moment with me..
When the winter will be knocking in the doors, I know you’ll be there, to hoax the snow with me..
However, Life is never the way; you want it to be...

As the birds started shifting their habitat, as the days were turning to be terse, making way for the chilly and silent winter nights to burgeon. The things were not the same.

On a fluttery morning, yawning through his dreams, siphoning the eyes, when he’s about to listen to the angelic whisper. He found no one, except for some torn papers of a lying notebook, inscribing the most beautiful four letters LOVE..
This is probably the least he dreamt of, the least he thought of..
The promises, the memories, the dreams are shattered.
As his angelic whisper is lost somewhere in the cruel world, leaving him baffled with the numerous why’s..?

And he felt a pain, it hurts and it hurts some more and he wallows…

I am dying, there’s something in my heart, in my blood, that’s making me weak,
That’s killing me, and no one can cure it..
It’s simply sucking my blood and leaving me alone in a gloomy corner..
Baby, I tried a hell lot of efforts to eschew it, but, I am helpless, I’m in shackles….
And that something is ‘Memories of you’…..

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Somebody is searching a million reasons to be with Somebody

O’ wind blow, as if you’re blowing for the last time,
O’ birds whistle, as if you’re tattling for the last time,
O’ clock hold off, as if you’re never gonna seethe again,
O’ rains deluge, as if you’re never gonna fall again..

As I am waiting for someone, someone very special, someone so vehement, to recreate the moment of love, to reiterate the magic, to bewilder the mystic clime, to cherish the time again !!

On a quivery morning, when I was about to get rid of your dreams, I was stirred by something and that something is your message. My eyes rolled over by the underlying cell phone, and as I scroll it down, I was again lost in your dreams...

Trying hard to figure out the emote; I indite my heart in this way......

There’s a song, I wanna sing for you,
There’s a play, I wanna diddle for you,
There’s a picture, I wanna limn you,
There’s a sonnet, I wanna poetize you,
There’s a rose, I wanna gift you,
There’s a place, I wanna live with you,
There’s a date, I wanna plan for you,
There’s a day, I wanna cherish with you,
There’s a night, I wanna stare at you,
There’s a breeze, I wanna hold for you,
There’s a snow, I wanna hurl on you,
There’s a drink, I wanna share with you,
There’s a life, I wanna live with you........

Finally, There’s a boy, who’s lost in you, who respires for you & wanna die with you.. ..

Sorry at my part as, I am just unable to find the reasons, not to be with you.

But, thanks for finding the million reasons, not to be with me..

The thread of entangle love is been wash way with the downpour...

Now, it seems to me,
That the flower lost its essence, the sun lost its shine,
The moon lost its generosity, the stars losses its luminescence,
The sky lost its colour, the guitar lost its strings,
The songs lost their evocative presence......

However, the biggest loss is losing that somebody.... and that’s you....

“A Masochist’s Tale :: A melange of love & spirituality”

The twists and crisps of a rose, enfolds a whole anecdote that is written impromptu...
Sometimes, it is enough to reiterate them, sometimes not. However, if these remains unspoken, it hurts so bad, so deep, so intense..
Well, I felt the same way. While peering through the pages of dips diary,
Alas!!
I summed up pondering “Life is desultory & was always, but it hurts the most when you’re the reason behind that’’. I am the masochist who enjoys his pain more than anything, who loves the beautiful nature, and is always captivated by it. So, here’s a melange of love and spirituality.
On the winding road, down the lane, when the sun rays fall
It brings away, too many thoughts of you..
How can I miss the zephyr that embraces your touch?
While walking on the sand, the footprints insinuate me closer to you..
The moonlight holds the essence of your presence.
The burgeoning flowers keep me agile..
The downpour makes me dance to your tunes
The chilly mornings awaken me with a fresh energy..
When u knock at the doors of my soul, I was always in my dreams, but, that angelic whisper, I can’t get rid of..
I know, you’re the shenanigan, but, I still love to be in the trap and playing the clown, a mere player of your pranks..
It must be LOVE or what.. ?
It is toughest to answer this one, much difficult than asking it.
I can’t think of you, not around me,
Without you, I felt a spastic pain in my heart, and I can’t mitigate that. So many words I said, so many things I’d done, so many tears I shed, but I can’t kick you out of my mind.
When the dark clouds play the game of see-saw to create the titillating deluge, the raindrops appear as if they are trying to pierce my soul, It brings back the memories, the pastoral times, we spent, we cherished, we mushroomed together.
When I tried to embrace the breeze, I need somebody juxtaposing me and making me inspirited and esprit me with a fresh energy.
I tried a whole lot of things to eradicate your presence, but I can’t help it. While glancing through the stars, It appears as if, a painter is penning his imagination in a paper with assuming you in his mind.
I don’t wanna get wet in the rain as, I don’t wanna wash away your memories.
Trying hard to forget you, I finally confined myself to the loneliness of the world, in nature’s lap, immensely, madly, and inanely........

My first love broke my heart for the first time.......

There’s always a special one, whom you trust more than others, care more than others, love more than others and that person always hurts you and when you try to forget that one, it’s so esoteric to do...

This one’s for all those broken hearts, which misses that special person.
* Excuse *
I am sorry, I am not one of them err.... Just trying to imitate the emotions of those that underway the pain and sufferings of loosing someone whom they love incessantly ....So, to start it with........

When I first met you, I always want to fling with you, but I didn’t
On our second meet, I always want to ask for your number, but I didn’t
On our first jaunt, I always want to embrace you, but I didn’t
On our first dance, I always want to hold you tight, but I didn’t
On our first ride, I always want to ask you to sit close, but I didn’t

I was not pretending to be good, but that’s what I am...
I am not a libertine, who flirts around,
I am not a player, who plays with someone’s emotions,
I am not a sycophant, who cajole you every time,

It’s time; you need another one, to extol your whims, to coax your persona, to flirt around...

I want to trust you, but I can’t
I want to miss you, but I can’t
I want to cry for you, but I can’t
I want to wallow, but I can’t
It’s abstruse to imagine, but I did it this time...

Gone are the mornings, those blossoms with your wakeup call
The Sunrise that brings you’re presence
Gone are the nights, I slept dreaming of you
The dreams that remind me of you
The cell phone that used to be agile by your call....
Emotes that lacerate my eyes
Those muses where, I used to play a clown
The inane things, I done for you
The moments, when I was bewildered by your factitious smile
The stages, we groove along

I never felt so empyrean, as I am feeling today after repudiating all those things.....
And thank you for all those exult moments we cherish...

"The mawkish soul "

On a desultory night, amidst the stars, a reckless soul is peering through the pages of his life..
The things he did, the things he did'nt..
It had been a long journey from love to hatred, simplicity to insanity, purity to defility ..
But, the memories will be there with him for eternity..
Be it good, superb, bad or worse.. He gonna cherish everything..
But, amidst all, there's an irony, that he will never gonna live those moments again..
With maudlin thoughts, he questions to god..

Why are you so frugal ? Why the good times are ephemeral ?
Why you didn't provide us with a timeclock ? Why we wallow for the past when we know it was gonne ?
Why you made emotions ? Why you made tears ? ..
But, the god didn't responded..
And the poor guy slept in his bed with the belief that somewhere, sometime, someday he'll get the solutions to his abstrusive questions..

" An unforgettbale Jaunt to the exotic Musoorie "

It's a löng series of stories fairly an anecdote ...well to start with...How often it happens, that most of your rustic memories were confined to a particular person/ place/ time/ season ? Well, for me, it's an uncountable figure...as i was always been fascinated fairly allured by those particular persons, places and so on...it's simply because of the mystical milieu associated with them...any ways, the exams went unexpectdly well..hmmm...they ought to be, as i was always been a fighter...defacto, 'last night fighter'...so, exams over, fun follows and yet again, i bunk the classes and trailed off on a trip to the exotic 'MUSOORIE, DOON, NAINITAL', with nexy's group, that too in the month of february, when it's so damn chilly there... But, inanity is the only string that keeps us intact...however, i'd no idea whatsoever about their plans et al..its almost, as if i am blindly following to nexy's orders. (she's superbly controlling my life without my will, that too when we're not in a serious relationship)... it's sumwhat six in the evening, when nexy call'd me up, hey, hws u? ..she asked...hmm.. fine..comes my reply..ok, listen, pack up you're luggage as earliest as possible and we'll there at your place, within a hour..she goes on incessantly, asusual.. What ? In a hour ? Where ? I inundated her with queries, just to hear, shut up and do what i say, i'll explain everything to you later..ok, bbye., ciao @ 7...okay, ....and i started packing up my bag with clothings to defend the icey temperature...meanwhile, hey, where are you going? ..someone interrupted me.. And That was my dearest mother....ahh !! holy shit !! ..I was so excited that i went without asking permission from maa, and the consequences were not good either..ohh, maa, just forgetten, actually, i am going on a college trip. (mendacity, but, seriously love my college for being my unconditional support as excuses)..well, Maa almost zeteticated me for some ten odd minutes and finally, i got the license (hmm..my mendacious skills are improving day by day thanx to nexy)...any ways, they arrived precisely at seven, so punctual.. And we trailed off to the exotic place for an unlimited doses of razzmataaz...

Freezing @ Zero Degree :: Messed up everything

And and and,...finally after a long wait of some 19 years, the moment, second, minute, hour has arrived when i got the first sip of intoxication...huh...the waiter served the order ..two full glasses of hell hallucinations...cheers !! Naina refreshes...(god, ma mind was entangled with so-called traditional "uusool'',but,i fucked all those, all thanks to an outrageous girl) man !! What a shit, it tastes simply hell..is it beer or alcohol? I zeticated her..but,she's like it's beer yaar..wine tastes better than this..THARKI replied...i almost felt like vomit it out..but with Naina, it's simply impossible..as status et al...so..we'd it and only god knows, whether i'll be going to home or elsewhere..however, it's not enough as we further slipped to 'ZERO DEGREE' - the newly opened lounge with an unique temperature control equipment..but, best part is the dj.. ..so, we entered the discotheque, partly drunk..i was a bit dipsy, so, i preferred to sit rather than groove..but, naina is naina, uncontrollable, as within a seconds,she's at the floor slapping the 'nice girl' compliment... That's what six-month friendship ( definitely not an anniversary) party meant to her.. While, she made the floor agile by her licentious moves, I was all alone at my seat pondering about a lot- exams, card, hallmark/archives, drinks, breaking 'usools', night out for whom, why, where...seriously, i screwed up everything...Frozen at Zero Degree..