ruffledheart

Bhool jana aasaan hota to bhi tassali thi, tum tum me nahi hum me base ho, fir kaho khud hi ko kaise bhoolen..

Qaid rakha hai seene me tumhari berukhi ko humne, dil ki adalat ne rihaai ki ijajat nahi di...

My heart was clinging with the desire of that one meeting; an unplanned, sudden encounter around that street which was rarely being travelled by anyone. Or the road that was being heavily hustled and so never noticed it's travellers. But, to my utmost pang, nothing happened. Stuck in the midst of an undesirable, known, but unaccepted fact, I surrendered to it all and now return to the land I hold on to..

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!