Love Live Life

  When he walked away holding your hand, I realized what I have lost… what I don’t have… Sweet little talks… into the horizon of those endless walks… How being together we were always far… such are those wounds without any scar… Where everything is lost, even my angels have turned ghosts… in this world of being better… my love is lost… Nothing much…, no expectations…, no promises… no rituals… and no fantasies… The situation that we are into it demands nothing but your being… your presences… is all what I have… those moments… which are relived as memories once you have left… Watching you first in the person among all the others… and to keep my eyes where you stood before you left has turned out to be a way of living… How those tiny little thing… have set pathways where we understand each other apart from these general conversation… How we know little of those needs and how being different we are similar… since being on the same track we are always parallel… Whom to com...

“This is for the third time you have made me cry…” she said. Her eyes shining with the tear in her eyes. May be fourth he thought. She was holding his hand tight with both her hands. He looked at her how she had walked out of that glass door. Smiling and beautiful as always… She looked away at the distance and he kept looking at her face… how beautiful she looked even after crying… “Three times he had made her cry…” the thought kept echoing in his head… but does she remember how many times he had made those lips smile… He has loved her, always, not for those tiny pleasures neither is he with her out of any leisure… rather he is accumulating every single second with her… He pulled his hand back, she looked at him and then turned into the opposite direction. “Don’t you want to say anything?” she asked… “Go safe! Bye…” he said and walked away…  “Dearest love… we might have been a pair of doves… but I had to fly away… it won’t be an easy explanation to me it's neither a sat...

Everything is within… the whole drama is ours, the reality is ours… so, why look outside… why search answers in those texts… and solution in someone’s words… What is it that we want? Most of the things which we have asked for are around us… and now we don’t want them anymore but once they were the precious gems, once our whole life revolved around it… So why ask? Why desire? Because we are not aware – Aware about those words that we hear, about those images, pictures that we come across… about everything that we own… We are leaping in the tradition that which is been passed down to generation and have ruined millions in the name of “being settled”. Blindly walking or to be precise jumping like a frog from one so-called milestone to another… from those traumatic school to desirous college and now in the mind blocking, dream killing corporate world… Not that everything is bad… schools have educated us… college have shown us the freedom and the reality of being selfless… jobs ar...

An unconditional way of life… how the thoughts which were decorated in the name of the plan are standing with us and watching our own life… Three months into a new year, but have stuck up repeating the decades old mistake… where believing was once a hope now have formed a new goal, unattended on the to-do list… When such grey is the days, they are meant to survive but can't be lived… wishing some miracle, a wand of illumination that will turn the sky blue and the air breathable… Such days put question to the thought that whether life is about fate or it's really a free will… where everything is bounded by something else as if walking hand in hand… Where we are bounded to result of the action if not the fruit… and our actions are bound to our desire… nothing on this universe is a lone star… Should we give up on desire then what will be the reason to live… these desire which are the reason to all the problems… then how can one live without a desire…? What are these desi...

  What is right? What is wrong? Who have decided these things? In this so-called civilized world… were on every other turn, wrong becomes right and what was true proved to be wrong… Where people are still trying to figure out what are those words to define love… what are those action which will prove their love… There, he forgot all the worldly matters… all his problems and the thoughts of solution to those problems… his eyes where fixed on her face those big, brown magical eyes which spoke more than what her mouth could ever say. He took a step closer… she was still in the middle of her fable… moving her hands… and head while narrating her tale on a babble… He took another step closer… pushed the lock of her hairs behind her ears, he pearls earring shining in the dark, under the streetlight… he bent forward and planted a kiss on her tender lips… How long has he waited for this? How strong was that urge to do this? His heart skipped a beat… he took a step back. The palms ...