Absence

In my solitude I feel and see everything. 

How the air moves and tastes. 

The humming silence against my bare skin.

It’s warm and cold together. 

I feel the sounds I hear.

I hear the blood vessels moving under my skin. 

I am aware of everything around me but I am lost deep inside.

In a life devoid of you, I am completely awake but hallucinated. 

I exist but I doubt the surroundings.

There is no universe without you. There is space. 

There is a field of endless dark of something or the other.

Scrabble Love

I will throw pieces of scrabble.
                                         Hoping you would come 
                                                           And pick up the pieces.

You will rearrange them. 
                                         You will form words.
                                                            You will make sentences.
 Those seven pieces.
                                          The seven letters.
                                                             The three words.
Yes that whole sentence.
                                          I LOVE YOU
                                                           Will bring meaning to my life.
You will be the reason.
                                       You will be the excuse.
                                                             You will be the inspiration.

For me to take out more pieces and make words, sentences and tales of my dreams that I want to share with you.

Not a Fairy Tale

Look at me.
I can't sleep.
Tell me a story, make it a tale.

Not a fairy tale........

Tell me about the old times,
Tell me about the forgotten nights.

Take me far from this world.
Take me deep into the memories.

Tell me what you remember.
Tell me about love.

Don't add anything, don't leave anything.

Take me to that once upon a time.

Make me remember the story that I want to tell you.

Tied to the past

In dreams everything is possible.

You can have the words to express how badly you are missing someone.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night from my nightmares.

In my nightmares I run onto you from a thousand strong crowd of known and unknown faces.

And you look at me with the same look that makes me forget to breath, that makes my knees go weak.

And you say "So?"

SOMETIMES WE ARE TIED TO WHAT WE AVOID.

Chapter - 1 : Confusion

Suddenly he felt an electric sting on his right thigh. Her fingers pinching him there.
She poked him hard to bring him back to the reality.
Startled he looked at her just infront of him,her hands on her hips.
He understood from her looks and grumbles "I dont think we should".
"Its my 9th birth day, on your birth day you will tell what we should do"
She told this and turned back with a toss of her long curly hair and pulled him by the hand.
Again mortified the boy helplessly followed her to the school boundary.
They climbed it and jumped out of the limits and raced to the mango orchard near the school.
They reached the nearest tree, both panting and gasping for air.
She started to climb the tree. "Get down, You will hurt yourself" He whispered loudly,still gasping for air.
"Dont be stupid", she yells with a laughter and throws him a mango. "You know that I am brave than you and much stronger".
He grins sheepishly, biting into that mango, the juice running down his fingers to his clothes.
As she sits on a branch not very high up from the ground, the golden bright sun shines down on her. 
He looks up from his mango to see her slim long legs dangling from the branch, her large brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight, with laughter.
Then there he suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He swallows. And then coughs. 
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine", he says, frowning up at her and he ran away straight to his home.

Insomnia

I was 25 when I set up this blog.
It was long back, you know. Times when mobile service providers used to charge for incoming calls.
Times when teenagers did not call me uncle. And times when very few blogged.
I was like, "Hey, I write a blog" and most people were like "What is a blog?".
And now, I am 32. Everybody blogs. Amitabh Bacchan. Aamir Khan. Sunny Leone. ( Kidding about the last one. Don't start goggling yet. ).

With time I have changed, my writings changed.
Yesterday One of my old blog reader sent me one of my old writing.
The one i sent to very few people personally but never posted it here.
There was a note at the bottom of the mail.
           
                        "Can you be this again"

And I will be honest. I had forgotten all about it. Gone.Spoof.
Life moulds you, so did I have been moulded by time.

Here people expects me to be funny again.
But I am not anymore, I realised it lately.
Its hard to to live with questions unanswered from life.
I want to ask but I can see her suffering, I can't, May be not now.I dont want to ruin.

So I decided that no more real feelings not funny nor whimpers.
I will write fiction, chapter by chapter.

And I wish
Let peace be upon you. And me.......

Stand for Me Agian

I read everything that I wrote from the time you came into my life.
Now that you are far from me, I am unable to write that way anymore.
I no longer know how to write them, I miss that part of me.
“You are the muse of my creations,” I said proudly, melodramatically. Stupidly.
You said "muses" do nothing but stand still.
If that is true, if that is all that mean to you, then I am begging you to stand there for me again. Because this is all I want.
Please, stand for me again.
Let me write