A 4 minute joy

I saw him a plenty of times at college, our eyes met but we have never talked to each other.
he had that deep look in his eyes...it pierced me and left me frozen.  
we eye locked a number of times. I had a lot of questions and thoughts in my mind and the most
repeated mental question was - "Does he feel the same way?"
Never mind, he did not I presume.
one day after class I stood near the stairs , thinking if I should go down or stay there for a while. 
He was nearby, with his back toward me. I called out his name and he looked back at me.
I asked him, "what is your Zodiac?"
"Aquarius." he replied. I was delighted beyond words.
"same here !" I said and I shook hands with him. 
YESS! my mind exclaimed and I smiled to myself foolishly.
the next week, Monday morning we had history lecture in the morning. I always take the first row.
He randomly sat near me, unconscious of the fact that I secretly like him. I turned my head away,
pretending to take my copy and pen out of my bag but side by side thinking-"Dude, say something!"
 I looked at him and smiled.
"Hi!" 
"good morning...how are you?" he nearly smiled.
"I am awesome. Early today huh? Generally you are not that early." 
he smiled away. I realized I let out the fact that I notice his presence. Damn! never mind! 
he does not even care. My 4 minutes of joy would end soon. The coordinator entered the class and announced.
"class shifted to room 502."
I wanted to kill him at that point. 
Damn! now he, obviously will not randomly sit beside me. 
sigh.... it all ended there ! 

BREAKING FREE

I avoid what I can't take, I simply run,
I come to a point of no return,
Sometimes I don't recognize myself,
and there are some things even my reflection can't tell,
I run away from what I fear,
but deep down, I try to persevere,
people don't understand me, I am lonely,
but somehow this invisible hand holds me,
this breeze, this thunder, doesn't scare me anymore,
but it's myself I fear, that I fall on the floor,
something invisible, that chains me back,
something I don't know, waiting to attack,
I look up to the sky, the blinding light,
I want to break free, but it holds me tight,
I see something flashing at my face,
before I figure out, it takes me from this place...

 

THE THOUGHT THAT FLOWS

A beautiful Tuesday , disregarding the festivities outside ,

I am leaning against the wall and listening to Beethoven and Ludwig symphonies that transport me to a land unknown and a site on my laptop screen...a blissful moment but there awaits me the sweat of hard work and dimensions unknown that are waiting to engulf me in work and reality that i have never seen before. I mentally prepare myself for such ventures because they seem to interest me even though i have never been in one before....  things look so glossy on the outside but all the dirty details are on the inside that i will see soon which will separate me from the rest of the world who are happily posing as the customers of such organisations , relying on the expertise to do their dirty work . all we need is the dirty cash and the profit but sadly we cannot ignore ethics and turn unscrupulous because we have to build up or image in the world....

i am transported by these symphonies that i keep these songs on loop and rewind my thoughts and also think of fresh ideas and how to be a new personality, leaving my gawky self way behind in the point of no return , believing that i will never be the same person again as new adventures lead me in an unknown path. 

 

i love writing and and i feel the way Beethoven runs his fingers on the piano keys, i run my figures on these alphabets producing music via words and creating a perfect symphony by my sentences.....    

My Sojourn to Places-Part I

As I woke up, my father apologized to me for the inconvenience. He apologized so sweetly and genuinely that I felt bad. I told him that I had a good night’s sleep but he wasn't convinced. I smiled genuinely under a drowsy feeling and he hugged me. I have been there before but I hoped this time my trip would be good. My second visit to Bihar was a good one. People who haven’t come here will criticize the place but in reality it’s a state worth visiting. I was at Motihari with my mother and father. We don’t belong to Bihar but we would come here on vacation. The second day, my father woke me up with a good news. We were to visit Mayur Bihar in Madhapur. We took the National Highway and I was beginning to feel sleepy on the smooth road when the driver took a turn and entered a narrowest lane possible. It led to a massive village and I was pretty surprised to see patches of poverty inside. The roads were narrow and rough but the road was flanked by farm fields. It took us around one hour to manoeuvre through the rough lanes. We stopped in between to ask the exact location of spotting the peacocks. The villagers were very helpful. We halted the white Scorpio car and alighted. We started off into the jungle. I could see huge ravens around. They looked scary in real life. They were staring at us. It was a bizarre place. We dodged the slender branches hanging loose, the dry soil cracked under the midday sun. The villagers told us that the peacocks sit in between the crops for shade and are visible only at dawn or dusk or when the farmers chop off the ripened harvest. This did not put our spirits down. We traversed through the jungle for more than 30 minutes and finally gave up on our pursuit. We detoured to the Kesaria Boddh Stupa and crossed huge acres of paddy fields on either side of the road. The stupa is a massive circular structure with statues of gods visible only from one end. The villagers said that there is a tunnel below the structure that leads to river Gandak and others say that there are three floors buried below the excavated site and it may not be possible to excavate furthur because it is a flood prone area.

 After admiring the piece of history, we dropped by a village, on our way back home and visited Durga Mandap on Mahanavami day. There we met my father's colleague and he offered us tea and snacks. The serenity of the place touched the land and I could hear birds calling out. The simplicity and the hospitality of the folks were heart warming. When we bid adieu, the villagers offered us a few varieties of vegetables harvested on their land. We were amazed at their generosity and reception to us. They had directed us to take a detour through villages on our way back home. We crossed village after village and saw the smoke rising from the cattle sheds and the freshness of the landscape had engulfed me. I was not disappointed a bit.  The roads were smooth and there were palm trees on either side of the roads. It seemed as though we were not in Bihar. We could see the prosperity of Bihar in contrast with the earlier opposite belief.

We are getting started...

I think. I write ... and I think again... 
This world is a massive place.. yet it is a place so small. We meet, we part, we play our role. Everything we do is noticed. My mind is a restless box of thoughts inside. I can harness it for some productive work atleast. I love writing. It's my hobby and my passion. It's a neccessity. I love nature. The silence... it builds up one's intuitive powers. Express yourself. No one will be there to stop you. It shows who you are.

So with this note.. I move ahead with my blog. I encourage all the budding writers and wish luck to all the professional ones. Hope It won't disappoint you. All your praises will be valued and your constructive criticisms are welcome. *cheers*