THEN

In conversation with: the boy who dwells in feasibility of if and when

To the boy who dwells in feasibility of if and when

As adorable as you write

Let’s give a break to that overthinking mind

Untangling this web of possibilities

I sarcastically try to write.

THEN

Every baby born would be equally cherished

The skies would be flooded with shooting stars

The wizarding world is true!! Didn’t you get your letter?

The terrace would be congested and look ugly too

Science and religion won’t be at loggerheads and would conjure miracles methodically

That would be an aesthetically abrupt reply nah!

The population density of India is 457/km²  . FORGET BOTH!!

The illusion of Privacy achieved!

The wind would become partial to humidity and woman.

All the bright and the dark would merge

Better beings in becoming!! Heaven forbid!

The earth would glow

We would be harum- scarum .

You would in reality reap all that you sowed

The world would be a beautifully lazy place.

There would be no crime committed or judgments passed.

There would be no currency to trade.

Our’s is a horribly mismatched one.

Hope this helps !

The dancer and her master!

Ah.. look there she soars
High above, getting caught in the tallest trees
They do shelter her from time to time
But he,
he creates the perfect currents coaxing her out
How could he let her go ?
Whoosh... Sometimes fierce...
Rustle.. Sometimes smooth
He is her Master and she his dancer.

He knows
He know that he holds her string ..
So he blows and she  flow
It's only for his beats she dances
On his waves she sails
Luring many souls
Who in vain try to win over her
But she .. smarter slithers out
Flowing  to that solitary tone of his.
She flows as he blow ..
He blows and she flows ..
Leaving a trail of hearts broken..

For She is an unhinged kite and he her wind ..

MASS MURDER!

Zoya was trying to choose, choosing was a tedious task for her. She didn’t know which colour would best go with pink. She was musing this, when she heard the loud commotion. Loud commotion meant loud voices and loud voices equals fights. She hated when people fought. It always bought tears and uninvited physiological warfare where she got to play the pawn. “Go ask your dad this. Go tell your mum that.. Go look if your mum ate … go give this to you dad! “God! Her work load as a kid definitely doubled during those days. Now who has done what? She dusted herself and moved in to investigate.

The scene inviting her was quite unexpected. Her grandma standing near her precious fish tank and tears running down her face. Which made Zoya wanted to wage war. She rushed to Console her. Her hugs always worked. There she saw, inside the tank most of the fish had died. But how could this happened? Who dared to harm her grandma’s fishes? She had just fed those precious fishes. That is when she heard Nani Shouting that someone had added soda into the water. Uh??.. whatever that meant..

But why was Nani pointing at the fish food and calling it Soda? As her thoughts were running laps something big like an asteroid hit Zoya’s little brain. She had added that to the water thinking it was fish food. OH MY GOD… she was responsible for the death of the fishes. She had bought tears into her grandma’s eyes.. She had become a ruthless mass murderer. And just like that the tears flowed with no halt. Now the whole house was trying to calm her instead. What could she tell them? It was her? Her voice wouldn’t corporate with her for that.

She didn’t know when she slept but she got up her tummy rumbling. It was almost lunch time and they had made her favorite and just for a second she forgot about the fishes and rushed to eat. While she was having her food, Nani, forlorn, stood there staring at the tank. She could have no more, she left. When she went out to play, there, they were cleaning the fish tank. Once that flourished with life now seem scattered. She didn’t want to see that. She decided to go back to sleep. But the fishes had followed her there too. She had a nightmare of fishes eating her up. She was jolted awake and she no longer could take it. The guilt has grown long like the shadow during forenoon.

She whisked around trying to find Nani, to confess and ready to face her wrath. She atlas found her near the well and closed her eyes and told her everything. How she had thought it was fish food and how she didn’t mean to hurt anyone certainly not her. The tears accompanying her gave her the courage she need, and finally she begged Nani for her forgiveness.

Her grandma was shocked. Shocked at how this little child had so much of courage in her to own up to her mistake. How this little child was brave enough to face the consequences? She was in awe of this little child and being a wise lady, she took little Zoya in her hand and engulfed her in the tightest hug she could give. And told its okay and forgave her. That moment Zoya felt a relief as if a rock that was on her heart lifted. Her grandma also praised her for the bravery and courage she showed. She also taught her that it’s okay to mistakes but what is important is to own up to them and learn. The whole point of making mistakes is to learn and all this learning would made her a strong princess.

This was how Zoya first became acquainted with courage and forgiveness. Little did she know she they would become her best friends later in life.

How beautifully life has changed !

How beautifully life has changed you..

When I see you soar now

I wonder how we were and how we are

We are still the birds with the same feather

But not necessarily that flock together

We all have chosen a parallel way I would say

No..  we have certainly not dismantled our flock

Simply moved on to flocks far away

We do revisit when fate has it's say.

Now, you listen here and listen precisely

Yes first came the distance then the excuses

Yes there are moments, when I become greedy

Yes there are days when for your shoulder is all I long

Also

Yes I am elated for the journey your are on ..

Now when I see you

I see the poise and dexterity you fly with

The patience and pretty balanced

The Way you imbibe and you teach

Flawless you seem, I doubt that is what you feel..

I glimpse at you now and then, wonder

How beautifully life has changed US.

Yet we remain !

THE AFFAIR

It was around one o clock, tossing and turning, wide awake she laid. Upon hearing the jingle of his keys in the lock, she shut her eyes tight faking sleep. She didn’t want to meet his eyes. As he stumbled inside, that is when it hit her. The smell. He reeked of her. How could he do this to her?

She had known about the two. How his life had revolved around her. How she was the first in his share of joy and sorrow and how his every day began and came to an end with her. But he had called the quits. He had stopped, that is what he had assured her. He had also promised her pure adoration along with many such things. What had happened to those promises? What had happened to them? Where had the happy days and warm hugs gone? What about those long pecks and tender words?

 Now all that remained was the cold in between them. Cold stares of disapproval and colder words that pierced her open. She could no longer fight the cold not even with her thickest of blanket. All this didn’t matter to him. He had her to warm him. What was she to him? Did he ever love her? Why was love so hard in life? Was it too much to ask for some companionship or even a cozy friendship? She was hopelessly lost and bitter tears of betrayal rushed to soothe her.

To wipe them away she opened her eyes, only to see his lover at her door step. An arrow of pure distilled hatred pierced her heart shattering it into pieces. How.. How could he bring her here?  To their home?

Something shattered in her. After crying her heart fill she 
made herself some hot chocolate. As she sipped, warmth spread and she realized two things:

1.  She loved him in spite of all

2.  He didn’t

Life had pushed her to a brink. Standing on a sinking ship contemplating to jump into the cold dark ocean or this cold person, to keep intact the little bit of sanity she held, she plunged into ocean. She packed and left. Left him there rolling with his lover. His mistress.  His concubine. 
His WHISKY.

*IMMATERIAL*

Have you ever gone back to a book?

A book that is reserved for comfort.

Yes, there are many that surround

From mama to papa

From your siblings to your mentors

But have you ever gone back to a book?

A book that completely understands you

That consoles and comforts you

Huff’s and puff’s your worries away

Sucks you into a world

A world full of magic and madness

Of science and stunts

Of mystery and history

Of characters that cherish your soul.

Have you tried it?

Have you ever gone back to a book?

That one special book that knows

That knows the essence of you

And helps you mask the tears that flow

That special book that has seen your highs and lows

Been there un-apologetically for you

Immaterial it might be

But more that material is its worth

Have you tried it ?

Have ever tried being in the company of a book?

Have you ever gone back to a book?

ACROSS

Now that you have crossed
And me here
At the shore I stand
With only question in my hand
Of
Is this necessary?
Is this the way of life?
Would your boat sink with me inside?

Accept it, they say

it is the way

But what answers do I give to the tears that flow?

Arriving on their own.

In crowds and in cafes

In silence and in solitude

As your thoughts intrude

Is it fair, that you have set sail?

Leaving me here to brood.

What other option did you even have?

Rather to go, when death beckoned

You go ... Just you go..

Couldn't she accept a bonus

Of me along with you?