ruffledheart

I don't want to meet you; at the cafeteria of that french school or at a coffee shop near your institute, the ' pearl ' named restaurant is not on my head, black peppers are burning my heart.. The only desire that ignites my heart is to get struck to you; with an utmost surprise. At some corner of a street or at the shopping mart or while driving to an unknown place, our eyes exchange glances. You know why.... Because I hallucinate! Yes, I do. While dressing up, I felt someone peeped in from a closed door of my room. The eyes held fire. The vision though being vague, rendered the brooding look. As if someone was only waiting for me to come out quickly so he clutches me in his arms. While walking down the pavement, I realized somebody was eying me from a distance. My heart quivered. The beats were raised. The belly began to have collywobbles. Because the eyes sought your vision. The hunt is on. Both in heart and mind. Yes, I Hallucinate! My heart does! My mind ...

As I landed on your land I felt the breeze in a different direction. The land that had been mine and now is partially mine. I belong to some other plane but my roots are here; deep in your core and mine they entangle. But this is an entanglement of estrangement. They are together lost. The agony seems to rise and fade in moments of time. The bloom of emotions now transpires vagueness. The eye that was once lost in each other's has now immigrated to the priorities. Priorities set by fate and priorities that now hold substance. The heart is consoled by the thoughts of well-being. The pink of everything is what it adores. A breeze would flow to both of us, enfolding our prosperity and fortune to one another. May I be in your rectitude and you be in my virtue! 

"I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul."

I found myself sitting on a cloud of infatuation for almost a decade; and when it bursted all the murk turned into a beautiful Sunshine! This gleaming Sun gave me a new vision, strengthened me with the belief in the Supreme Almighty! A power that changed me as a human for the best. A power that we all have, residing in our core. A power that is acknowledged by less and undermined by many! When people say aloud that they don't have any regrets in their life; I see them with a dumbstruck face. How could someone be not sorry for being stupid. How can we adjust with the fact that we were being betrayed upon. Is it that easy? Well, then they must be God's Own Angels, that they bear the fact of being torn and ripped apart and still don't regret having had any terms with the absolute jerky morons!

No matter what, your essence would always uphold from the nub; from my heart to my soul it would flow. It isn't just the tinge of love that we had in our core, but the bond of friendship tightens it more. It is you to whose ears had reached my things of matter. About life, love, home and what exists had never been spared by our long chats. What makes my bosom weap is not the seed that didn't reap, but, the friendship that had been lost.. Somewhere in the murk. The 'dear buddy' occupies predominant character than the one 'being-in-love-with'. I had longed for your eyes hunting through my soul, delving in my heart, conspiring with the smile that shook me deep into the crux. But, confabbing with a dearest buddy had taken over it, almost on all occasions. And made me realize camaraderie persists more value and induces substantial harmony! I left a part of me in you! And you left a void, that would remain barren within my destitute soul, till it ex...

The mouthpiece is holding my hand, Not missing a beap or call, and I am exasperated at you! Waiting, patiently eyeing at the flowing sand!

Okay, so it is not that hunky dory as shown in movies or in books or even in your thoughts that sometimes renders to you that mushy feel about Marriage and a 'second home' for which we all, I'm sure, knit a lot of.... webs?!? It demands a lot! Yes, it does! Look here, it is an absolute unenviable task to leave our place, parents, belongings and almost everything that becomes a part of us in all these years. Well, you can name it the way you want, that this is what every girl has to do... But, let me clear the air again, it is not that cushy. The second has nothing that I had lived with. None of my possessions are anywhere here. I might not like the chores thrust upon me. Despite all the dislike I conceive in my heart, I stand to fulfill the so-called desires! But, no matter how strong are my endeavours, it's seldom that I get elevated. The goodness sometimes cannot find the range in those remote areas of hard bosom. I am good because 'They'-my God...