Judge me with the most precise judgement

Don’t judge me if you find me too bold, I beseech often beneath the sky full of stars praying for my wishes to be fulfilled,

Don’t judge me if I am too strong most of the time, I too carry a fragile heart which I at times naively put forward for acceptance,

Don’t judge me if I am too impulsive for in me dwells that mature girl who has the greatest capacity to differentiate between the merited & non merited.

Don’t judge me if I was portrayed in your eyes as that one extremely frivolous  girl capable of catalyzing storms,

Every storm hits that one highest mountain, in a hope to be pacified and to get a breakthrough from the continuous disquietude.

Don’t judge me if I am labelled as strong headed as in me lies that hopelessly debilitated person, incapable of concealing what is in her heart  & on her mind.

Don’t judge me for what you see in me, Still if  you want to judge me, Take out moments justifiable enough to peep in the true me,take out a lifetime and I can bet in the end you will not be able to judge me.

The "Winter Fling"

Here we are again, each one of us welcoming the season making everyone fall in love with our sleep,

Lazy morning snuggles in blanket are the finest way to start the day, the warm cuddles with your partner are sans pareil, everything about the aura infuses an altogether enchanting feel.

It is the time which makes me remained glued to my bed more than any other period of the year and let the thoughts concourse the freest falling path.

So I say a hello to the season of sipping unlimited cups of coffee over those frosty mornings and throughout the day,

to the season having capacity to proliferate those capricious scribbles ,many of which would remain unfinished and few satisfactory ones would be carefully placed on the pages of that one new diary, a sacrosanct custom every winter.

Bonjour to the feeling attained by sniffing those totally fresh pages ,that atonement derived from changing the cartridge of your favorite fountain pen on recurring basis,

Most importantly it’s a welcome to the time which makes you stain the pages with ink and feel overwhelmed about it.

Here’s a small cheers to the new affair, the winter fling. A toast to the new realm of thoughts, to the new companion for these three months, to become adventurous and intrepid, to write without inhibitions, to let the spurge roll and most importantly to let the words do all the talking.

A Comeback worth mentioning

May be the post does not match with the basic essence of the blog but since its an extrapolation of an unfinished piece( that little butterfly with substantial dreams)...tried to share with a larger audience at one of the corporate meets...sometimes your vivid thoughts do resonate with the happenings around...both personal and professional..

In a magical land there lived a little butterfly, yellow and shiny her gleam would attract every passerby,

She was one of her kind and wherever she went, she was loved, cherished and adored at the best.

Every day she would hop from one blooming bud to another, stretching her wings, spreading her hues and smearing smiles...

Kids, mothers, elders everyone would be graced by her presence,

 & Evenings would be when the she was awaited the most...

Exasperated kids from school and studies, elder ones from their offices and life’s complexities,

Everyone loved to spend those two minutes with her, relax themselves, while she would give them her astounding embrace..

She was much popular in the hostels  as the touch of her wings was next to a mother’s hug,

She was the midnight best friend for some, a reason to sit together with a crush and a way to spend time with all them loved ones one’s.

But one fine day when she went out for a stroll, she got trapped in a net and was enchained in the shackles of a faraway land,

Everyone craved for her single glance but she was nowhere to be seen,

5 months passed by and she was still missed,

Without her the days became morbid and light less, but the hope to see her back never faded away,

With every passing day the anxieties increased, simultaneously did the faiths and the believes,

She was reverently missed and people prayed for her comeback..

Amidst the adversities she faced , love of everyone kept her safe, since she was true at heart, a saint soul, God helped her to break the trap..

She could hence come back & Embark the journey she was destined to take…

Her Glimpse filled joys back in everyone’s lives, her touch once gain made the gloomy fans Chirpy and energized.

She was now cherished more than ever, her welcome was a source of celebration, she was once again the heartbeat of Raghus...The perfect filling of that Bun Maggi dish which two lovers fondly made..Masala twist for lunching and munching...the Ultimate refuge for bachelors away from their homes,a companion during that biking road trip to Ladakh,kettle Maggi @ 3 in the midnight for those four silly girls.. An ally of that two minute Sutta break during those night shift hours...

When withered hearts bloom again

I saw him yesterday and today too, catching all my attention, making me almost fall in love with his ardor and magnificence. Strangely, I remember myself passing from the same aisle almost every day and never feeling the same. The first time I saw him, I am sure he went completely unnoticed. For subsequent times what I remember of him is he looked dull and like everyone else, I too decided not to give him a second glance. Why should I have  bothered to while even the leaves that once snuggled close to his branches have already left him .He was no more embarked by the presence of those chirpy love birds that once upon a time inhabited his heart. The glance upon him was a portrayal of the abominable lull which clutched him for a real long span.Whenever I passed by him I painted in my mind  picture of a wretched person whose smile has left him indefinitely for now.When I passed by the same tree yesterday, the prettiest of yellow bud fell on me. It seemed that after the period of tranquility it was now his turn to make some beautiful noise. The very next day I saw him getting drenched in the droplets of November Rain. The combination of Green foliage and yellow flowers was making it an altogether mesmerizing view for every passer-by. 

Now wearing its grin back from ear to cheek , standing tall against all odds faced in his past, in full magnificence he smiled back to me. He conveyed me this is what plan of nature is like, for me, for you and everyone else. 

Silent souls are ought to sink themselves in the melody of happiness, once feared emotions are meant to surface up back ,broken people are suppose to fall in back in love once more and above everything withered hearts are destined to bloom again….

So far away yet so close

Thanks to indulgence all those sonnets, influence of them can be reflected in this piece. Shakespeare nails it...Pure Fantasy...Nothing Personal :)



I’d say we are far away as you can’t promise me a tomorrow and so can’t I, But that’s not an assurance I am delving .Perhaps these thoughts are not on my mind,

few simpler ones would help and that’s all I seek...

Just stay close to me, Impending enough not to let me go, near enough to comprehend what’s on my mind, understand me in the way no one else even tries… be the light that makes me gleam…

Even if it is for a brink of second … so far away yet so close we can be, I’d give you all I have I have and you can give all of yourself to me…

Give me your my hand and let’s walk under the moonlight... beneath this sky full of stars..

Kiss me every time a tide tries to make a contact with scattered sand,let the music of waves play sheer romance.




Hold me like there’s going to be no tomorrow, keep me by your side as if the world will fall in pieces the next moment, Tell me to be yours and Say you will be mine….Cause I know Forever is going to begin tonight…

The change i have become....

Another one from few years back..Rough draft finally gets finished and gets a place on the Blog :)

And it feels like it was an age old tale, it occurs to me each time I try and recollect that I have almost forgotten your face, forgotten those deep eyes which longed for me every now and then...So old and withered that time seems that I can no longer even recall the fragrance of your body that enchanted my soul and brought fervor to my life, If I stumble upon the smell of a perfume you use to wear, it does not bother me anymore, The feel of your kiss when your lips pressed against mine seems like never happened, the little dreams seem a distant reality which never existed.

It’s not that I hate you or I do not want to remember you, somehow I have become apathetic, the feeling has dawned over me and engulfed me in such a way that even if I try to recall I cannot revive those happy faces, neither do I remember those tears that were once enough to tear my soul apart in pieces, break me into shards, while they channelized through my eyes every time I thought of you or I missed you..

Today when I look at myself I might not be the same, but I am happy about what I have become or to precisely put it forward what you have made out of me, I am deprived of certain emotions which once overflowed but with dearth of them I am a much contended person,

I am complacent and I am at peace, I do not have to fight my demons anymore as they were brought to life with you stepping in and with you moving away, your faintest memories fading off now, I have nothing to bother, no exasperation, no aggravation…I am a Jane Doe with an average life where I probably have nothing really precious to lose and nothing very adored to gain either….

All of me have become all of you....

The rain always awakens the romantic writer in you :)

While I stood amidst the euphony created by little drops of rain I wondered,

What actually is the difference between the silence & this thunder?

Difference between dreams and certainty, Unlikeliness between the short-lived smiles and sadness pertaining to life’s actualities,

Just when I think I've drenched myself bountifully, enough to let my wishes flow away like a distant reality, I see him standing just next to me, whispering in my ears,

He comes a little closer and with the innocent smile he carries, in a very naïve way, he tries to explain what is happening.

But in a failed attempt to expound the situation to me he himself gets confused,

He questions me with those childlike expressions and in the utmost austere manner,

Are we really here and is it a dream turning true???

I can’t believe that I have fallen for you….

As the raindrops pour further I hold his hand & finally tell him,

Neither it is a delusion you are imagining yourself to be a part of, nor it is a Déjà vu…

It’s a fact you have been oblivious of for a while now and it is not just a phase you are going through…

You have become all what I am and …All of me have become all of you….totally all of you….

                                       

That Tiny Butterfly with substantial dreams

While I stood at that extreme edge of my balcony, 

I looked at that little dainty butterfly sitting on the farthermost flower my eyes could see.

Her beautiful wings stretched over the horizon of that efflorescent bud, whose magnificence she was trying to imbibe in that little moment of accord she has managed to establish...

Of course she knew she could not stay there for a lifetime, 

but for that while it seemed there could not exist anyone on this earth who was more exhilarated than she was, who could look better than what she appeared at that very instance…

I tried to gasp the entire moment before that flick of second eventuated, 

when the butterfly had to move away. For she knew she had to keep flying on….

embark the journey she was destined for, 

spread the colors furthermore the way she was meant to.........

When those little hands clutched him....

Tried to pen down experience of a friend, of course with little fantasy added to the original version

Years had passed by since it happened. He counted every single day he missed her but then it had been so long that he had forgotten even the count of days. 10 years to be precise was the last time he saw her. Almost 8 years back he got the news that she was getting married, his worst fear coming true that day. After that he had mostly been off the radar and stayed low,  away from people. 

But today was different, he was in the city where their story begin for some official work, a city he tried to stay away from. After his work, he decided to visit a mall , a place that was frequented by them in their younger days. He remembered almost every nook and corner of that huge place, a lot had changed but some places were intact.The bustled cafe where they met for the first date,the breakfast places they loved to revisit, the narrow lane in which she proudly walked refusing to leave his hand even for a single second.The corners where they shared loving glances and she sang songs to him while taking a stroll .Everything about the place still had the profound power to take them deep down the memory lane.

 As he was walking down the mall, hands in his overcoat pockets and his mind lost in her thoughts, he mistakenly shrugged off someone. He turned politely to apologize and stopped dead in his tracks. It was her, the same very girl who ruled his heart. Her hair the same curly mess that they used to be, her fragrance still enchanted him, her eyes had the same depth and her smile had thee same magic. He felt as if he was falling in love all over again but he recalled the brutality she showed when she dumped him.What seemed brutal to him was equally heart wrenching and  painful for her.All these years she had lived with the guilt , for she was the only one who knew the circumstances which forced her to take that extreme step.She was pretty aware that he would have let the bitterness engulf him completely by now.She remembered how badly she tried to make up for their separation, how much she had pleaded and tried to persuade him to give them another chance 10 years back.She knew his pride and rage were above all emotions and the walls he had constructed around himself were impregnable.

She was filled with love and a twinkle while she saw his face but he was immediately filled with rage. Suddenly he realized that a pair of soft little hands were playing with his neck scarf, trying to get them free from the scruff of the coat. He looked at the source of those hands, she had a cute little baby in her arms, who looked just like her. The baby while playing with his neck scarf gave him a divine smile and held his hand, a smile he was very well aware of. In exchange, he forgave his mother and walked away.What even God could not do, the little child had the capacity to move the now turned heartless him and instill emotions in him once again.

The Dilemma of Choices......

Some choices are obvious yet not so simple to make,

 you know you are ought to catch cold, yet you prefer that one short stroll while it is drizzling in the midst of a frosty winter night...

They have set rules and whilst you choose to break them you know you will not be endowed with appreciations and applauses, 

there will be profanity, at times condemnation by the dearest ones....

You always know the fall might not be worth it; still the contemplation to fly never fades. Why should it even??

After all you have wings, and there lies that one blue sky which does not differentiates between the merited and wrong, 

There it is, ready to embrace all your choices and aspirations without passing judgments. 

There it is to make you realize you were born to be yourself and all those yearnings are absolutely justifiable. It’s no one but just you yourself and your heart which needs the advocating and everything else has to fall in place eventually ….

Onset of that one Magical Night( An Excerpt)

She was the kind of girl who believed in fairy tales; in existence of those Shangri La’s where love burgeoned. She had faith that every person’s destiny is tied to a soul mate, a kindred spirit who has the capacity to ignite that flare, jolter the entire disposition of a soul and make a person realize the essence of his/her existence, the realization which transcends beyond the boundaries of time and endures till eternity.

A storm of her own kind she has been waiting for him indefinitely now seeking his refuge to pacify her. Oblivious of the fact that he is a tornado, a storm of greater quantum capable of engulfing her she has been desperate for that one glance of him which could have made her complete. Instead of putting the tumult in her at peace he decided to consume whole of her in a way which stirred the inmost corners of her and kindled the deepest hidden desires in her .He had the power to engrave his name on her mind, body & soul for a lifetime & then one day more. He had the capacity to make a strong girl fragile to an extent that would turn catastrophic for her one day.Unaware of the plans destiny has chosen for them they were proceeding towards a night, a night which he claims made him Invincible and she...she lost every she ever possessed “TO HIM”