Well the following are not new ... They were written ( by me of course :D ) , when I began my Graduations back in the year 2011 and before that :) ... Hope you like it !!! :) #Peace
Saturday, 14 March 2015
#Benglish - CHOROK PUJO - ODVUT SOTTI E ODVUT ( Outstanding and Amazing Charak Puja )
Kali pujo to sob bangali rai jane. Tar e moto Murshidabad e CHOROK namer ekti pujo ayojito hoe. Odhvut dhoroner dibos bote.
“Chorok” kothata “chorki” theke eseche.
Amader driver ei pujor bornona dichilen. Tar bornona sune ami amr moner vitorer koutuhol ta r samlate parlam na. Seshe oi pujo dekhar nirnoe nilam.
Pujo ta hoe ekta mela te jetake bole “CHOROK MELA” koto lok ashe – gada gada. Vison vir hoe. Obosho bochorer ei ek din e ei pujo ta hoe.
Mela er gate die dhuktei dekhlam ekta visal boro baas (CHOROK BAAS) matir upor khara kore pute rakha ache. Tar e mathae shoyano ekta lombo kintu soru baas – ei baas er 2 dik e mota lomba dori tangano. Dekhe mone holo soya baas ta mota baas er upor ghore.- tar 7e dori gulo o ghore.
Tar porei gelam oi sthaan e jekhane kali k pujo kora hoe. Kaalo KALI thakur er murti er pujo. Pujo aromvo howar por ja holo tar e bornona ami dite cholechi. Pujor aroti er chola kalin ekta borshi (hook made of thick metal) er moto bostu ke gorom kora hochilo. Seta keno hoe ta pore bolchi.
Pujor seshei aromvo holo nritto. Thik Durga pujor motoi dhaak dhol er baddi. Dekhlam ekta chele na meye k (ami thik bujhlam na) kaalo kali thakur er moto sajieche. Driver bollo “Je kaalo kaali sejeche take moth - gaja kauwano hobe r mathe (mela te) chere deowar hobe … “ aschorjo .. kintu kno ??? Driver abr bollo “ oi je lok jon dekhcho na Chorok baas er samne tader ke tara kore sorie debe “ . Ami bollam “emni tara korbe” Driver tokhn e heshe bollo “ na na tar haate ekta khara ba dao(kopar jontro) deowa hobe … se tai nie e tara korbe … Kintu kauke betha debe na”. E shune amr shiddara thanda hoe gelo. Voe peye kator. Tokhoni baba ke nie onek dure gie daralam. Tara korleo ekhane to asbe na.Dourobe to sei baas er kachei.
Tarpor Driver ja bollo ami choker samne seta hote dekhlam. Sotti – odvut ei dibos…… voyonkor to botei. Kali neche neche – daure daure Chorok baas er chari dik ta jonohin kore dilen. Obaak howar e moto.
Gorom Borshi bolechilam to – Sei borshi er e kaaj ekhn. 2 ti lok – bostro hin shudhu sadharon dhuti pore ache. Mujke sadha rong er karikarjo. Tar por choker samne ja hote dekhlam ta bishaas kora osomvob. Sei lok der pith er dike ekta molom lagano holo (ashole seta ekta anesthetic). Laganor porer muhurtei sei mota borshi gulo tader pither chamrar tolae gethe deowa holo. Borshi ta prae aadha angul chamrar niche - sei lok
gulor maangsher 7e atkie ache. Bibotsho sei drissho. Kintu ek fota rokto porlo na. Poro muhurtei tader borshi 2to Shoru basher 2ti mota dori er sathe lagano holo. Tarpor r ki !!! Chokher polok bondho hote na hotei tara urche akashe (actually ghurche akashe).Lok gulo tader dorshok der dike batasha churche. Ekjon to dhol o bajieche sei obostae. 3 baar ghurlo tara. Tarpor neme elo.
Er por ami okhn theke udhao. R thakte parchilam na. Sotti vison voe korchilo. Kintu mante hobe - Tader sojjo sokti sadharon manus er cheye onk besi . Ferar pothe driver aro bollo – “Lok gulor aj betha anuvab korte parbe na , kintu kaal theke jaa jontrona upovog korbe tate 1 maash matha ghorano osomvob. Osudh ba Molom kenar tader samortho nei kintu sei futo te tara Sindhur r paan paata lagie thakbe. R oi Chorok baas – seta ke GANGA nodi te fele deowa hobe. R ei baas - ta thik ei baas tai 1 bochor por ekhanei ese pouchobe r tarpor abr ayojito hobe Chorok pujo” … aki baas ????? ta ki kore hoe??? Jaihok seta sotti ki mithe ta jani na kintu sei STUNT ta sotti voer.
Picture perfect (Journey to Rotangpass)
Have you ever visited a picture ??? Or did it ever strike in your mind - that the place you have just arrived is exactly like a picture ???
I recall myself when I was in the 8th standard . Parents decided to celebrate Durga puja in the Himalayas . Yes I visited Kullu – Manali – The best part was my trip to Rotangpass.
Waking up in the lap of the Himalayas is a moment to cherish. You can breath the purest air. Stretching myself to yawn I peeped through the window . Its just morning … but a different morning indeed . In front – blocking the blue stood a naked mountain . I could see the white chills disappearing under the rays of the raising sun. The feet of the brown (mountain) was covered with green nature – A forest of pine cones … our hotel just at its edge.
I gulped in my breakfast and then it all began. Rotangpass was just a few kilometers from Manali but the welcoming ceremony (according to me) began when we left the town and headed for the paradise. Was it a picture we just entered ??? – Just an endless green bordered by the giants. The sky looked as its purest blue blushed by the feathery clouds. That was Amazing!!!
The real picture perfect spot was yet to come – I still remember our car strolling down a hill heading for a plane land. That was the real paradise moment for me. Just as our car inclined the angle , I just stared in amazement – A straight road (stretched for a few meters before its turn) was decorated by yellow leaves that were showered upon by the endless canopy on both sides … The wind blew it all from the canopies present on the top of the hill to the road we were traveling on. It was raining yellow – brightened by the blazing sun behind us.
I could hear a splashing – woosing rhythm … To check I edged a little and it all widened my eyes … splashes of water came down a rock (waterfall) forming small clouds under it. It went on as an endless stream that was glittering under the rays. That was absolutely beautiful …
A heart-throbbing experience was on its way – our car took the steepest road I’v ever seen - the road slithered itself to the top where lay – ROTANGPASS . It was preety scary and I couldn’t halt a chill run down my spine. The only thing that helped me withdraw my mind from the nightmare was the scenerio of the infinite ranges that peaked high and were smothered by the thick whites. Parachuting was on its craze – saw a lot of people gliding with they kites ;)
Yeah that was surely my visit to a PICTURE ;)
Kovalam beaches - heaven indeed :)
Sea beaches , sand and coconut trees – the best attributes you can get for a calm and cold environment.
I visited my best beach at the age of 10 – The Kovalams or better known as 4-beaches. Yes, Kovalam is famous for its four outstanding beaches one beside the other.
Enjoying the bite on a juicy pineapple I just strolled out in the open sand. Endless sea indeed – only two huge rocks blocked its infinity on the sides. The sun blazed high. I wetted my feet in the cold blue and felt it sipping in the sand. . Something tickled – I looked down to see strange white creatures … not crabs but bugs – smoothly slipping down my feet and disappearing in the sand.
Dad started capturing the moments in the camera while Mom just enjoyed the shade of our rented standing umbrella.
Kids are best when they are up to no good :P ……. Well I was not a bad kid myself. Still remember those funny moments when I threw the wet sand balls at my Dad and saw him throw them back at me… that was fun indeed.
Before we enjoyed the shrimps for lunch , Dad and I went swimming – Mom decided to stay dry. Huge waves (bigger than the ones I saw at Puri) really made it difficult for me to paddle. I just held on to Dad’s hand and enjoyed the splashes. Really cool !!!
But an incident still pinches at the corner of my mind – A giant wave crashed on me and I almost drowned … All I remember is me searching for air within the glittering water … I was closing my eyes gradually when I saw a hand heading towards me … Holding on to it is the reason why I am still here documenting it to you. My dad pulled me up from the clutches of the nightmare. I soon panted off my pain – I don’t take much time to recover … The best part – I ain’t Hydrophobic :)
After lunch we went on trekking. Well !!! not a mountain but a hill … A forest of Coconuts … Amazing !!! Reaching its peak is the best way you can see the four sandy(s) … the entire Kovalam …… Picturesque !!!
Before leaving - parents thought of sipping in a little coffee. They were enjoying their drink when it started to drizzle (rain). The soft splashes along with the cold wind could not hold me back in the shade. I just ran till I felt the soft touch of the waves wetting my feet. The scenario still peeps in my mind … A never ending brine forming millions of ripples with the soft shower – The setting sun painting its rays on me while a grey cloudy sky bordered its (Sun) edge. The darkness drew in fainting away the light to welcome the approaching evening.
TELL ME YOUR BEACHYYYY EXPERIENCE :)
The real leader is you ......... (April 27, 2011)
Just close your eyes for a minute …
And look within yourself …
You’ll find a leader …
Its YOU itself …
Our soul is just innocent …
Tell it what to do …
If you know how to control it …
That’s the best you can do …
We should judge what’s right and wrong …
And take the good path … we’d dare …
If we avoid the bad things in life …
We’ll have a great world to share …
Its not just you and not just me …
It’s just the whole world …
I hope we all think twice about this …
Before our minds get curled …
If we once invoke within ourselves …
A feeling of love …
There would be no wars no violence …
Just a peaceful sky above …
Let us not think of boundaries or differences …
That divide this world in the end …
Lets make all … our friends and family…
But please DO NOT PRETEND :)
#Benglish - Jonakider sathe …
Chilam ami bose eka …
Alohin chaader dhare …
Charidike gaacher shaari …
Chaand futeche jole …
Chaand fota pukur dekhe …
Mon ta jhilmil kore …
Tara der e songo nie …
Charidik aalo chorie pore …
Tar e sathe jhijhir daak …
Kromoshoe komche aalo …
Thanda bataash boye chole …
Ridoye bole “BHALO” …
Hotat dekhi tim tim ma tim …
Jonaki der khela …
Gaacher aase (araale) … Chaari pase …
Firche raatri bela …
Ebar gelam sute ami …
Janlar dhare matha …
Thanda to besh jomeche …!!!
Jurie nilam katha …
Dekhi chaander mukh futeche …
Gaacher araal diye …
Sopner dheuye dublam ami …
Sei Jonakider songo nie ;)
It was just a small experience I had ........ At mamabari ;)
I kept humming the song FIREFLIES by OWL CITY :D
MY HAPPY ENDING .......... :')
“Wake up dear … Hurry !!! wake up”. I heard my mom shivering . Dad said “We need to leave … NOW !!!”. I scratched my eyes while yawning away my sleep when I heard a blast. It pounded through my ears and I sat up immediately. It seemed so dark – It seemed so violent – as if the light had been snatched away from our world. It looked hazy due to the thick grey smoke that had spread out everywhere. The world was absolutely grey outside my window. All I could here were gun shots , rocket blasts and … screaming.
I felt my dad pulling me towards him and we fled … we fled out in the open – We were running for our lives. I saw him directing me towards a van – a military van. He threw me in and shouted “Buckle up”. I heard the engine roar.
My mom pulled me close when it speeded its maximum and disappeared within the ever increasing smoke. After few moments the smoke cleared itself through and I was able to see. What I saw left me dumb-struck. Guns – Missiles – bombs cracking everywhere Everything stained in red – people lay dead – Several injured – everyone only ran for their lives. I heard dad say “This is it … THE WORLD WAR 3 begins” .”World war 3 ??? But how ??? when ??? why ???” – all these questions were striking in my mind when I felt a huge jerk.
The jerks continued … The van was scribbling itself through the road - striking at every moment. Suddenly a huge blow threw me off my balance and I fell against the van door. It loosened and flung open blowing me out. I trembled and hit my head in the dusty street and could only hear “Stop the van !!!” and another saying “ We cannot sir … We have to leave”. The voices and the roar vanished away at a distance. I knew that I was all alone – All alone to fight this pain … All alone to fight this fear.
I stood up scratching my head. It hurt – it bleeded. I could feel the blood staining my hand. There lay a silence all around me. It started to creep me out when – when I saw something strange. A few steps away stood a group of people. I couldn’t recognize their faces in the smog. But as it cleared I could see them – see them clearly. It was my family – my relatives , my cousins , aunt , uncle ……. Everyone I loved. They all stood there smiling up at me. I moved to greet them … but they all disappeared like ghostly figures saturating in the smog.
My head hurt even more and the same thing happened again. This time they weren’t my family. They were my friends – My friends from old school (AAS). Everyone I remember … All of them. They looked at me with a calm smile on their faces. It seemed as if they were calling me. I couldn’t move – all I did was still myself to watch them vanish like puffed smoke.
I tried to calm myself . Tried to remove my fear when showers of gun shots shattered my ears. . I ran … I ran as fast as I could blocking myself from every corner. Taking successive turns on the road I sped up. I didn’t know where I went . All I wanted was to go someplace safe and silent away from this battle field. I ended up in front of a gate. It was joined with a building. I pushed myself in and ran towards the stairs on my left. I scratched – pulled – moved myself up till I reached a closed gate that blocked the next pair of stairs. I looked around and thought – “I know this place” … But I was too tired to recognize it. I ran through the long narrow passage and stopped in front of a room. Everything inside was nothing more than trash. Broken chunks of wood … broken window panes … blackened walls etc etc. I was too tired – panting I sat on a large wood chunk and closed my eyes. I supported my elbows on the wood in front and rested my heavy head.
I must have fallen asleep when I heard someone say – “Suku … Are you sleeping ? … Wake up “ I drooled – wasn’t sure what was happening. The moment I blinked my eyes open - a flash of light penetrated through - forcing me to shut them again. Blinking them several times my eyes finally adopted themselves to this strange brightness. I was inside a classroom. The benches – the blackboard were so well known.
Then again I heard – “Suku !!!”. I stared around to see who called – It was Ananya. She was right there - beside me. Then another one said “Hey Suku !!!” – It was Aniket speaking up to me.
“Cammon buddy !!! give me the biscuits I’m starving” … I could see Arunangshu flinging his hand towards me. I got up in amazement. But there was something unrealistic about them – Something not lively. I saw two hands grasping me by my stomach … my eyes rolled to see Sneha trying to tickle me – but I couldn’t feel it. I just saw her fingers wringling on me. I could hear Aditya giggle from behind. Then Tanya came by - flying a kiss at me and everyone I knew from my second school (IGHMS) just went on with their activities. It was our break time – I realized it and felt a bit relaxed.
But this strange scenario was somewhat uncomfortable … It was not real … It was hazy … It was ghostly … Terror crept in and I ran towards the passage when – I heard gun shots. The world that seemed bright few moments ago darkened again. I looked back to see darkness seeping in the classroom and everyone started disappearing one by one from all corners. Only my friends remained – staring at me and smiling . I could see tears in their eyes – but still they smiled at me. The second gun shot rang my ears and with that my friends turned smoke within the blink of an eye . Everything turned trash as it was when I had reached there. It was just a hallucination … What I saw – My family , my friends and … I recalled the faces of my teachers … It was nothing but hallucinations.
I could do nothing but shed a drop of tear. “I don’t wanna be killed … I don’t wanna be murdered … I only want to sleep – Sleep on the laps of god” – there was only one way to do that. I ran towards the end of the passage with all my breath until I saw the shrine of our school’s temple. The marble monument sparkled in my eyes . I could here Lord calling me while stretching his hands towards me. He had a sincere look on his face that produced a positive nexus between us........
I turned to see them trudging towards me – But I was not scared … Not depressed…… I was happy – Happy to realize that my parents were safe … Happy to see my family , friends and teachers for the last time … Happy to know that I still loved them ... Happy to think that LORD longed my presence ........
I pulled myself to the edges … My hands loosened … I breathed in that cold breeze flowing past me - It was pure and devine - far away from those blood-thrirstly humdrums that had spread all around .........
The shots came closer than ever ... could feel it piercing through my eardrums ... I moved closer to the edges ... even more ...... I recalled back the faces I loved again and smiled wet ..........
All I saw was A SMALL RAY OF LIGHT - dazzling through the smoke ....... A soft air swished me like a feather ... It was heavenly .......... AND FINALLY --- I CLOSED MY EYES :)
Phew !!! It was only a dream my friends … Actually a nightmare ........ I saw it - the night before the election results came out (13 may,2011) … really an awesome nightmare … ;) ......... Well in the end Im here documenting my tale ... So it really is MY HAPPY ENDING ;)
The last letter ... (If you believe love exists even after death then you'll like this story)
Its just too pleasant to enjoy an approaching evening at home , especially when you get a soft melody on the radio. I adore this loneliness every Saturday when Aryan takes Avi to the Junior Swimming classes.
I get the coffee … the TV and the soft music entirely for myself. That’s what every woman would like when she is tired of the daily humdrums , the whole week through – like looking after Avi … job … Aryan … You know !!!
It’s been five years since I and Aryan tied the knots and Avi’s turned two a month ago. My whole world encircles around them.
But every girl needs some space for themselves … Don’t they ???
Munching the crispy crackers I read the news-channel. It was rather boring that day… until ...
“Briiiingggg……Brrriiiinnngggg”
The phone rang … Busy with the news I picked without noticing the number …….
“Hiee !!! Anju ???” … A male voice spoke…
“Who’s this ???” … I said
“Is it Anjali Desai ???” ... he enquired
“Yeah” … I assured …
“Its me Anju !!! … Karan … Karan Mehra !!!”
“Karan … Karan Mehra ???” … I thought to myself …
I was going to ask when …….. “Oh! MY God … Karuuuu …… How are you ???”
“I’m Good … You ???” … he sounded very amazed …
“I’m fantastic …”
His voice softened and he spoke “ Lets meet ??? … Café World … 6 … what say ???”
“Yeah … sure” … Thinking that Aryan would be back by 7:30 …
Karan was my college mate . We were like the closest friends … really close !!! … But Karan just vanished after graduations … Its been 7 years without him.
I just pulled in my jeans and top and ran for the car. I had scribbled in the notes of being late … hoping that Aryan would notice it.
I speeded up … I was too excited to meet him. Splashes of memories blushed in my mind and that made me even more impatient.
I trudged towards the café table and panted like hell. “Boy !!! … phew !!! … I’m not late”.
I dizzed for a minute and as I was about to call out for the waiter I saw something. A small note like thing under the rose vase. It read –
“Plan change … Not here … The Flower Garden … I’ll be waiting
Karan”
“Great … Now I got to run again !” … I panted to myself.
I was leaving when I turned back at the table … This Table ??? … It was the same place Karu and I used to finish our left-over assignments every Friday … It was so regular … that even today I had directed myself towards it … “Wow !!!”
I hurried my car again and there I was “The Flower Garden” … This was our hang-out zone … I ran towards the bridge where we used to feed the fishes. It’s been years since I’v been here. Wonderful indeed.
“Beep ………. Beep”
A message came … It read “ There are just too many people out here … Meet me at the Plaza Cinema Hall … Lets watch a movie …
Karan”
“What’s wrong with him ?” … I was about to blow up when I recalled about something … Karan was always like this … His plans never stood still but kept on changing … I used to enjoy running from here to there when we were college-ers . In the end we met somewhere or the other . I smiled … Thinking – Karan did not change at all.
PCH was filled in … that day. “Man ! people love movies indeed” … I was going to enter the ticket house when “ Beep … Beep “ …
It read … “No good movies today … Don’t wanna watch … Karan”
I was going towards my car when PCH gave me another flashback ... " We bunked classes to watch movies every Monday. Those were some days ……….!!!!!!!"
“Briiiiinnnggg ……. Briiiinngggg”
Aryan called …… “Honey ??? Where are you ???”
“Umm… with my friend as I notified you ….”
“When will you come home ???” … He spoke tensed …
“Lets say by 9 … don’t worry … I’ll be fine” … I assured him …
“Alright then … Bye … Love you” … He flew a kiss …
“Love you too”
I hung up and paused for a moment thinking …… “Now where ???”
“Beep … Beep”
“How about the St.Augustin’s Library ??? …… Karan”
Ok … Now that silent place … we went every Thursday …..”Why is Karan doing all this ?”
It was creeping me out … I watched the time … 7:35 … “Hmmm …” … I signed …
As usual the library was empty … No presence of him ……. I was loosing my patience when “Briiiinnggg …… Brrrriiiinngggg”
“Hey …” … Karan started
I interrupted him … “ Are you out of your mind ??? … I’m running like a maniac all through the city only to get a glance of you … And you ……. Just keep on changing the plan … “
“ Relax … I’m just glad that your eyes still seek my presence “ … He gave a soft - mysterious giggle.
“That doesn’t mean that you’ll drive me crazyyyy” … I was furious …
“Hahaha” … came a jolly laugh …
“This is final … If you change it again … I’ll drive home …” ….. I squeaked …
“Alright … How about my apartment ???
264 / 5 western avenue
Heaven’s Apartment
5th floor
Flat – D 12”
“Is it final ???” … I tried to confirm…
“Yeah … and one more thing…please drop at St.Paul’s Church … I need some Holy candles … Bye”
He hung up … before I could say anything ………..
“St.Paul’s Church … Holy Candles ???” … It felt awkward …
This church had always been my peace of mind … Karan used to bring me here every Saturday during the daily prayer… I recalled it when I got there …
I quickly picked up the candles and drove to the western avenue. My excitement went at its height.
I ran towards the lift bumping with everyone who went past me. I was just too happy.
I rushed in & hurriedly pressed 5. I could feel the lift pull me up….
I was ready to rush out as it blinked 4. I felt as if I was a horse waiting for a race to begin. I smiled a silly smile …… thinking how childish I’v become …
Seeing the door open … I peeped out … the hall-way was empty ……
I quickly tip – toed splashing my eyes through the flat numbers ……. “D 09 … D 10 … D 11 … D …”
I stopped … the door was grilled !!! “Not again … aaarrrggggg !!!!!! Karan !!!!!!!” … I felt like a stupid jackass blown by a huge prank … It was a little embarrassing …
I stood there gazing at his door … Reading the name-plate –
“KARAN MEHRA
264 / 5 western avenue
Heaven’s Apartment
D 12”
I felt - its useless … But I urged to see him … Not to greet - but kick his ___ … I always did that when he fooled me ……. I smiled insecurely …
“Still wanted to have a single glance of that crazzyyy fellow”
I worried about Aryan … About Avi … “What are they doing ???” …
“I can’t stay any longer … I need to go home … To Aryan and Avi” …
I was about to leave when I heard footsteps …
The hope I had made me look behind one more time …
But it wasn’t him …
An elderly woman walked straight to me and studied me thoroughly with her intellectual eyes …
“Who are you … ???” She softened her voice…
“Umm … I’m Anjali … I’m here to…”
She paused me “ Well … I’have been watching you from the time you reached here … are you looking for someone ??? “
“Yes … This fellow” … I said pointing at the name-plate ……..
Now she looked even more serious … and spoke astonished …“But this is a vacant flat !!!”
A chill ran down my spine … I shivered … “Va …ah … Vacant ???”
“Yes … its been 6 years … this flat always remains empty … no one ever comes” … she explained …
She continued …
“I heard … He was bright lad … a pleasant fellow … “
She paused and said …
“ … you know how its like … young kids these days … pity”
She patted me and slowly left …
I stood there shocked and dull … Couldn’t think of what to do next …
“Who called then ??? Who was it that messaged me … Who was he ……???”
Scared out of my wits I ran as fast as I could … leaving behind the candles … I jumped in my car and was turning my keys when … My eyes flashed over something ............
An envelope lay right there beside me … "Who would keep it there???"... I gazed at myself through the rear-view ...
I carefully picked it up … shivering …
It was addressed to me ... A Letter … It read …….
14th February 2004Anju ,Ever since we met … My life has changed for the better … Yes , you have changed my life … my thoughts … my ideologies towards life. Whenever I’m with you , I feel free to understand my life at its best. You have changed me … I owe you my life dear.You know … Whenever I’m sad or dejected or if I ever need to share my feelings with some-one – It’s always you … You are the only one I can share my secrets with . You are the only one with whom I can trust my life.In the end I just want to say that …Your special ... Your different ...You will not believe this ... I dream about you every night ... I even spent sleep-less nights thinking of you ...I NEED YOU … I WANT YOU …I LOVE YOU … yeah … I do …I wrote this letter in the morning …I hope we celebrate this day as our LOVE ANNIVERSARY …YoursKaru
My hands trembled when I saw something else written few spaces below …
P.S - I thought I’ll give you this letter today … But I couldn’t … I wish I could have given it to you earlier …It pinned my heart when I saw that guy kneeling in front of you and murmuring those three magical words … It hurt me … even more when I saw you hug him and the applause shattered my ears … it broke my heart … I could do nothing but stand there smiling wet …I leave you with him now … I think he’ll keep you happy … You'r Happy – I’m Happy
I could see a drop of my tear blotting the paper … “This pain … this feeling can never be explained” …
I slightly crunched the letter when I noticed something more written at its back …
14th February 2005Anju ,It’s been almost a year since I’v seen you. I don’t know where you are … how you are … what your doing …I guess your enjoying your time with Aryan today ???Why not … Its your 1st LOVE ANNIVERSARY after all …My wishes are always with you … and my love too ...I even have a gift sweet heart … But its not for you … its for me …I will drink it to dream of you forever …My Love … this is my last letter …I LOVE YOUYours only …Karu
I drove back home ... Feeling something was piercing through my heart ... It felt like - I had lost my breath ...... All I could think about was him ... and the letter ...
Old memories nabbed me at the corner my mind ... It increased the pain even more ...
I weeped answering myself ... "That's why he left ... That's why he ..." ... My throat felt the gall and warmwood ...
As I dropped out of my car … My head felt dizzy …
I stared at my watch … 9:15 … Aryan must be worried sick …
"I'll just drop in the bed" ... thinking I slid in through the back door .....
I headed to my bedroom ... Peeped in to see ... No one was there ... "Phew !!!"
The lights were off … I was about to switch it on when …
Decorating lights brightened up my room … A romantic track was soon at its beat ... It was a bit comforting at that time ... I felt him hold me from behind …
He whispered … “HAPPY LOVE ANNIVERSARY SWEET-HEART”
He softly turned me towards him ...looked at me sensually ... He held me closer … I felt his hands grasping me smoothly ... He slowly closed his eyes and touched my lips with his …
All I did was feel it ... with a tear running down my face .
I stared at the calendar in front …
It was – 14th February 2011
LOVE NEVER ENDS ... IT SHOWERS ON YOU FROM EVERY CORNER ... YOU'LL NEVER KNOW ... WHEN YOU'LL GET IT ;)
Poems meant for the rain ... (A dedication for today ... 19/05/2011)
1. Back with the rain
I walk past that lonely way …Shadowed by the approaching grey …I can feel the gale pass by …With a sweet smell waving – “Hiee” …With a light cracking up the sky …Could hear its thud raise up too high …The touch of a drop thrills my vein …All I say – “World’s back with the rain”
2. What a day !!!
Yawning … I stare at the open …A chill shivers me by …Everything dimmed by the drops …The drops that fell from the sky …As the day passes by …It looks dimmer as ever …As if the sweet smell of mud …Would tickle my nose forever …The sky is endless …Painted black and grey …The lord smiles upon us …And fulfills the farmer’s pray …I sit on my window base …Enjoying this gift with gay …Exclamations mark my mind …Saying … What a day !!! … What a day!!!
3. I miss you my love … Even more in the rain
This lonely bridge I stand …Watching it drizzle …The clouds just pave its way …And I find it puzzle …The sparkles dance along …The thunder singing high …The rain helps me hide my tears …All I ask is “Why?”…We met here that very day …When it showered heavenly …We bumped in mud and slipped …Coz we were so much in a hurry …That’s the day when it all started …This new relation …This rain was only more important …I called it – “Lord’s creation” …We played … in the puddles …Every incoming monsoon …I cherished the presence of you …When it rained under the moon …I find myself deserted again …You left me in the rain …All I watched was you never turned back …All I felt was this pain …My heart is still here …Wetting and waiting again …I miss you my love …Even more in the rain …
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