elope...

A journey...

To the lands, which was not accustomed...

He started, but without any goodbyes...

Sitting in the belly of that speeding metal bird, alone...

He smiled about the inevitability of that elope...

Away from the ones who hates him...

Whom he loved the most...

Away from the soils he loves...

Where his roots were...

“I should have done this before...” he thought...

Then there would have been a few, to wave him farewell...

To fight for what he believes and the enlightened decoys don’t...

Is a crime; now he knows...

At least now, it’s sure that no one will wait for him...

And he don’t have to return to this asylum for anyone...

my bicycle...

Some things in our life seem to become important when we lose it. Now don’t start to think of any relations or any emo things, for that matter. I’m talking about my cycle. These days, my memories are flooding with the pictures of my bicycle.

The story goes like this. For my first holy communion, it’s evident that I’ll get presents. So grandpa got me a bicycle the day before the ceremony. I won’t forget that day. Not because I got the gifts, but that day I had the worst tooth ache of my life. When he came to my home with the cycle I was bathing. My brother shouted to me from outside the bathroom about the cycle. I don’t even wait to dry my hair. My tooth ache vanished. Just like that. I put on some clothes and rushed to my brand new cycle.

Wow... she was a beauty. With some curvy design, which I haven’t seen on any of my friends’ cycle. The paint job was striking too. A mixture of black and dark green. Just like some vinyl. Hahahahaaaa.... finally I got an awesome bike with a unique design and style. All other guys are gonna envy me. Am gonna do some show offs. My mind started to make dreams. But only one problem. I haven’t seen this brand name in any one’s other too. Hmmm.... what’s in a brand name if the cycle is awesome? I forgive that glitch of my cycle. After all nobody’s perfect, right?

So I started my show offs and as expected everybody liked the cycle. I was happy. And one day, it happened. Some crap dude stole my cycle. Damn..... I woke up that day and went to the place where I parked it last night (well, in my home’s backyard), and it was gone. Just like that.

I cursed that guy with all my known vocabulary. Oh... he stole my unique bike.... L

My heart was in pain. I lost my appetite. Oh... why did he steal my cycle... why can’t he go for any one’s other... oh... my pain was my own...

After some day I started to recover. Then comes another blow. Crap... I hated the TV for that reason. In it I saw the ad of the 50^th anniversary of my cycle’s brand. “Avon”.... it’s only then I realised that my lost cycle’s brand was a prestigious one and the best brand in India....

Crap... oh... that stupid stole my unique, prestigious branded cycle... LL

Again I started to recover. Then comes the final blow... That day I hated films... You know what, I was seeing “Koi Mil Gaya” and in it Preety Zinta was gifting Hrithik Roshan, an Avon cycle, and he was exclaiming about the brand...

Crap... oh... that stupid idiotic fool stole my unique, prestigiously branded cycle which was even used by Hrithik Roshan.... LLL....

a wedding....

Her smile was exquisite...

But, is she hiding something...

Under that happy decoy, did I saw a pang of pain...?

Or is it just my imagination...

Sure she did miss her family...

In the happiest day of a women’s life...

The day which she will be the centre of all attraction and praise...

She would sure wish her mother to see her like that...

The absurd ego of an orthodox mind...

Why doesn’t her father let her have him without that pain...

Why everyone is making such fuss about self find soul mate...

Is it about cast...? no...

Is it about religion...? no...

It’s just about a filthy mindset, which makes everything so complex...

They say, the time heels...

The heat will cool off...

Then why the theatrics.... why all this noise...

But in her eyes I saw the determination to be his left hand forever...

And in his eyes I saw the strength to hold her safe until his last breath...

a proposal...

The evening sun was giving her skin a divine hallow...

The breeze taunting her hair...

Felt like the whole hillock was filled with her fragrance...

And it was toxicating my whole senses...

My mind started playing cougar...

I walked up to her back, as she watches the sunset...

My hand found her shoulder...

She didn’t flinch; as if she was expecting my move...

She rested her head to me, her whole torso to mine...

As if she needs my support her whole life...

I hold her to mine, so dearly as clutching to my own life...

And at that moment my atheist mind prayed; just to die like that...

To persist that moment forever and not to fade...

My lips uttered those 3 words to her ear...

She seemed surprised, and turned to me...

Her eyes deep; which I can’t comprehend...

Then she hugged me most dearly and returned those words to me...

Felt exhilarant: and our holds get stronger...

Her eyes went wet; her tears drenched my shirt...

I felt a pang of pain; and decided not to make her eyes wet ever again...

Felt mixed emotions; to be everything to her...

To be a protecting brother, a concerned father, a playful child, a loving soul mate...

Want to be with her forever and ever...

real gifts...

Every seat around me was full...

Everyone have the common expression: fatigue...

Everybody returning after the treacherous day’s labour...

Every mind dreaming of a better tomorrow...

The public transport carried a bunch of people with dreams....

Hopes... optimism for a future of fortune...

All were eager to be in the tube which starts first...

For they love to see the happiness in their loved one’s faces...

Even for one minute longer...

Those sweet moments of laughter with their family...

Glitter in their children’s eyes, when they get their fancy toys...

A sweet hug from their second half, after the day’s tiring toils...

The real gifts in the life....

a smiley stare...

I waited there for a stare...

For a smile...

But she went past eyes looking down...

The lost moment...

The grace in her walks...

Those impeccant and deep eyes....

That round angel like face...

I was a moth drawn to the flame...

The Caliban I am...

Masochistic....

Let the angel fly away....

For she has all the high heavens to roam...

Let she be in the upper echelons and stare at me with a smile....

sky's laugh...

The night was chilling...

Eye in the sky, bloodshot...

Its hallow giving it an eerie feel...

The dark cloud over the eye revealed, sky’s insomnia...

Sky saw the owl’s silent flight...

And its ignorant prey...

A meander zigzagged down the earth...

Its water destined to the great pool...

Sky saw the night life of erect beings...

The self claimed rulers of the muddy ball...

And their shallow dreams and evil plays...

They can’t see the big frame of life...

The nocturnal rulers busy in their twisted plans...

Feeling as if no one sees their frauds...

Sky laughed at them...

And the nocturnal beings heard a thunder...