Right Here Waiting For You…

Before you start reading this, I just want to tell it is not to blame anyone, any group. It is just what I have gone through.

 

It has been more than three years when I last saw her. Her body lying in front of me, trying to say, “I love you so much that I am afraid to be separated from you.”

It was the day when she finally decided that the society which she is a part of, will not permit her for such a serious offence and she finally decided to punish herself, rather punish me.

Standing still in a corner, everything had stopped for me. Just unable to understand anything, sure, I didn’t want to continue. Just asking a question to her, why she made this decision alone. I wanted to be with her forever, but…

I still remember the day when I first met her. As usual, hesitated to approach a girl, but this time somehow managed, only because, it was her. Friendship was the only thing I wanted that moment, and surprisingly, I was successful.

Soon, there was nothing she didn’t know about me, and, in return, she had someone she could trust on. Though, only friends, we had our own little cute world. We had to spend all the time together, be it the school, coaching or any other time.

In the next six months, I gathered the courage to speak out the truth. The only thing, I think, she could find in me was the truth, and if it was so, it was sufficient for her acceptance. Well, nothing left to tell. It was the only thing I wanted.

For the next two years, sometimes together, most of the time away from each other (well, studies are another part of life at that stage). Just the thing we had, trust, faith and love (if this is called so. I am no one describe it.).

But, we have a so called society, which we are a part of. But still, it is not ours (at least in my case). She somehow realized that taking the rules of ours society into account, she had committed a huge crime. The fear of being separated dominated my faith, my love and everything. She had more faith on our society than me and she was sure we wouldn’t be able to face it. Finally, she decided to quit.

I have been waiting for her since the last three years with a hope that she might realize that I need her at every stage of my life. Well, she hasn’t returned till now and the only thing I can do is to wait.

Abhishek Kumar

abhishekkumar5581@gmail.com

N.I.F.T Mumbai

https://www.facebook.com/abhi2127

The Pessimist’s Loss

He walked in despair
Each step, a melancholic song;
Life in shambles, beyond repair,
He sat reflecting; what went wrong?

The darkness pressed on,
The breeze felt colder
As he sat on the edge of the cliff
Nothing but misery, sitting astride his shoulder

He picked up the stone
From the pile by his side
And threw it far, into the waves
With a rage, he couldn’t hide

The darkest hour wore on
Even as he cursed his luck, writhing in anguish
Each little stone bore the brunt
Of every unfulfilled wish

The first ray broke through the clouds
Cutting through the sea mist
The endless sky, now tinged a deep crimson
Vied for the attention of the eternal pessimist

Drowned in an ocean of maudlin
Too lost in his gloom
Crying in his beer, too blinded by sorrow
To notice Nature in full bloom

He fumbled for more stones
To cast away with disdain,
Hands probing in the erstwhile pile,
Searching impatiently, but all in vain.

The birds seemed to mock
The tides laughed like the thunder.
All grief was replaced by shock
As he looked up and realized  his blunder.

Eos gave her most mischievous smile
He sat there, head in hands and stunned
Looking at the last of the rocks he had fed the ocean with
It was a priceless diamond.

– Amogh Das Guru

jumpygyanguru.wordpress.com

BITS Pilani Dubai Campus

 

The Night

(this one coming in the day time. . . )

When the Sun goes underneath the horizon
The cats run home,
The Lighthouses switch on,
And the darkness covers the dome
There comes the night!

A farmer returns from the farm
Doing all the hard work;
Wish to sleep in someone’s arm,
Hurries with the meal, leaving behind the fork;

Has to combat mosquito and Hessian fly,
The moon acts as dim light,
There he lies under the sky,
Couldn’t see a single flight;
And once again, comes the Night!

It’s half past nine
The house is empty;
Oh! He is a friend of mine,
Exists the office gate, looks quite hefty.

Foreheads bear the line of tension,
Takes the dinner in restaurant;
Manages to buy the reddish-brown solution,
To fade away the glimpses of morning taunt;
And this is how the Night comes on!

The dew is cold upon the ground,
The boy has ambition up to the brim,
He is a whirring sail going round,
Has to paddle fast through the rim;

“Tomorrow is exam” gets the remark,
Discards the shows and dinner from schedule,
Quickly started making the arc,
This night only he has to rule.
And finally comes the Night!

“My Prince! My Prince” is the sound
There’s a baby in the town,
In the cradle, with toy’s around,
Has slept all day, it’s time to make the mother frown;

The moon requests him to sleep,
Big-black eyes look up with innocence,
Stubborn enough and continued to creep,
That night, even the star enjoyed the tiny’s presence!

But still,
Whosoever it is
The farmer, my friend, the boy or the baby;
Irrespective of the need, situation and relation
THE NIGHT came, without any fail
As a true companion;

Irrespective of the behaviour
THE NIGHT showed the endeavour,
We use it,
We waste it,
We shorten it, we make it large.

But still,
It makes
No complaint
No demand….
THE NIGHT!

Samir Santosh
samir.santosh@gmail.com

Hear My Prayer…

Stop using me
What I am, let me be

Please let me go
It’s time to be out of sorrow

Try to do things on your own
Or else one day everything shall be gone

But now I won’t drone
As no one can make me mourn

Let there be of my happiness a knoll
A smile is what I need at all!

Happy Republic Day.

Shaggy
The Alexandra Girls’ English Institution

Being A Football Fan

It a funny world we live in. Different things appeal to us in different ways, many times, in a funny way. One of the strongest points that got my attention is sports. You see, sports has its own way of making people attract to itself. They make you want to have more interest, they make you put aside all the work and just sit in front of a television set. This converts you into a person who likes to follow a particular sport, normally the term used for this is ‘a fan‘. I, too, am one of those so-called ‘fans’. In particular, a football fan.

Football is a sport that has reached all over the world and has definitely sparked a great deal of interest in many people. It’s a sport which joins people all over the globe regardless of what their race. Being a kid of the 90’s, I for one have definitely experienced the change in being in a city having just a cricket fraternity to someone who is now used to looking at football fans as well. At first, Football was just about the World Cup and how the old Ronaldos and the Beckhams became legends and how the players were used as a regular synonym for it. I have grown to love this sport and is the case with many people who have a soft spot for different sports.

Pranav Trivedi

This is how I DEFINE LOVE…….

I’ve been writing heck lot articles on love and emotion never thought of one question which dropped in my inbox this morning by a definition lover…

Define Love…

Seems difficult?? For me too… but still will LOVE to give it a shot…
I’ve been in love lately, since past 3 years. Lovely feeling till it’s all alive. Knowingly I’ve never tried but unknowingly might have defined love in various ways…
Starting with dictionary, ‘an intense feeling of deep affection’
And when It’ll come to my dictionary I’ll keep it this way ‘UNKNOWN DEDICATED FOCUS WITH NO DEMAND’
Now let me explain you these six words. Six words together for sure make some sense but doesn’t define my feeling completely rather they help me define my love individually…

UNKNOWN:  Have you ever wondered on poems and love article writing styles since human history?? Since language was evolved??? Love is often acquainted with endless limits of stars, deepness of ocean and beauty of horizon. All unknown limits for human… same feeling evolve in me when I hear this word love. Feeling of being UNKNOWN to limits power deepness and beauty of this word LOVE.

DEDICATED: obviously talking about real romantic love when I get so deeply dedicated to another being that I hold him before me in every walk of life no matter what! My passion of being there always for him. Not only making him feel but realize, I AM ONLY YOURS…

FOCUS: most interesting word for this definition. Associated with wanting, motivation and craving. Obviously obsession become worse when we are rejected. But Will love to start with a beautiful touching line I read somewhere but its marked so deeply in my jelly nerve combination..

I could not roll and keep the mattress in my house away since last night I watched you unrolling it

If that made your heart thump you bet me you are into this! This is what my romantic love is. Unbeatable focus on a single person. Focus that you can recognize his stuffs in millions. His bike in parking, his bag in library, his voice in party, sometimes if you are as crazy as I am then his footsteps too! Don’t know from where and how does brain gathers these ability but they certainly make us feel heavenly…

And last but certainly not the least,

WITH NO DEMAND: the reason for your love to last and end. Unfortunately I was on the end side, but now that I have understood its meaning it makes me feel complete. I love him with no real demands of him loving me back. With no real demands of him talking to me at least once. For sure complains are there to screw things and nobility of love up but that is what make us human. And coming over all complains and loving make us LOVERS…
For sure above is not the definition but the complete chapter as a whole but never mind, I at least tried to summaries up the word LOVE on which there are millions and trillions of literatures written and are still being written all over the world…

Monica Patel
moni_smiley@rediffmail.com
http://www.facebook.com/writtings
Vishwakarma Institute of Technology

The Break up!

11th December 2012

It’s been two weeks since we broke up. But, I can’t get over her. The girls around me are amazing, but I just can’t love anyone else like I loved her. She was the one, who taught me love. In spite of whatever happened between the two of us, I can’t forget her. The times we spent together still gets a smile on my face. Although, the last two months have been really tough, for the both of us, I still think I cannot live without her. But then, if we broke up, there was a reason, or maybe reasons. Well, in our case, there were many. We just couldn’t survive. So, probably, if it has happened now, it however had to happen at some point of time. If we weren’t meant to be, we would have this break up, now or maybe somewhere in the near future. So, it would be more difficult to get over each other than. We are still friends. Because, just because our relationship didn’t work out doesn’t means that we cannot be friends. Maybe, we make better friends than lovers. But, I should get away from her. I should stop the constant texting, Facebook stalking, chatting, talking on the phone this often, everything. I should converse with her on a platonic level with her without any ulterior motive. Yes, ulterior motive here includes the irresistible urge to get back together. I am not with her, because the relationship turned out to be different from what we wanted. So, life surely has other plans for us. But don’t forget, if this relationship didn’t work out doesn’t means that it wasn’t necessary. It was an inevitable part of your journey to make you what you’re meant to be. I shouldn’t lose hope in love, just because this relationship didn’t work out well. There might be something better awaiting for me, which is meant for me.
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All of us go through this phase in life at some point or the other. No matter, how much you love your partner, break up is an irresistible part of a relationship cycle these days. The post break up phase is the worst, one can ever go through. We get tempted to text our ex, no matter if our ex hardly bothers to reply. One often thinks of the good times and tries to get back, although our ex hardly cares. Every couple around us reminds us of how good we once used to be, which is nothing but impossible now. Every couple, mushing up, makes us jealous and envious. We miss our ex even more. Mood swings are often a part of this phase. We feel vulnerable. We feel unwanted. We feel useless. The feeling that no one loves us, and no one cares is common to everyone after the break up. But, don’t lose hope. If it happened, it happened for a reason. You just have to wait for that reason. Move on. Life moves on too. I know, saying this is easier, than doing it. But, we should try creative and innovative stuffs. Watch movies, Hang out with our friends, who would make us feel loved. Who would get back the energy and enthusiasm in us. Who would make us want to live. And, while you’re with all this, you might get someone who’s made for you. You never know. She might be around. You just need to keep your eyes wide open. Most of all, you don’t need to doubt it. You don’t need to think if it would work out or not. You just need to go ahead. Make the move. Make it count.

Rounak Nayak
Rounaknayak@gmail.com
https://www.facebook.com/rounaknayak

Lifeless Soul

Beautiful carcass built-in those hazy eyes,
Withering pain dripping from the corner…
Wooden plank dislocating itself from the core,

Originating from the shaft and then sliding towards the gravity…
Meaninglessness has been its greatest virtue,
Lost is the feeling in the air…
Accepted fate, ruptured belief,

Disfigured dreams, scary sight…
Solitude beckons freedom,
Words hidden behind the closet…
Immersion is the latest fad,
Wish I knew the regulated formulation…
Calling out for peace of mind,
Whispering in this already silenced lips…
Wait has begun for the unknown,
Or may be, it’s for the end…

Rashmi  Yadav
rashmiyadav247@gmail.com

Heartsore Galore – In tears and broken faith, my last…

(sing to the tune of Only Time – Sweet November by Enya)

You don’t know, what my heart says
You don’t know, where my heart lies

You don’t know, what you are mine
Without you, nothing’s fine

My words and my entire life
I don’t want to be cursed to grief ‘n strife

For your love, my heart tries
To get your love, my heart cries

I recall  in my hopelessness
A pledge of an eon of togetherness

Cursed I am with a paradox
Myself contradicts and mocks

Still haunts me the dead past
My patience has broken, I won’t last

Your ebullience drove me crazy
This despair makes me drowsy

Every night I recuperate in vain
Only to discover that the next day also dawns in pain

Each day I am slain and every battle I lose
I can’t handle my blues

Volatile, fragile drowned in thoughts
And to myself I have lost

Trying to live with the vestigial care
I now live with the cold stare

Before it could cruise the realms of my dreams
My ship’a love sank to the bottom of the streams

With you is fame
But not be your hero is so lame

We have got lured by pain
Gave each other so much disdain

I miss the dalliances
And the insane love in traces

  Make me your cynosure
We can never have closure

Every bit of my heart revolts in mutiny
I am ready for your scrutiny

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I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

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Only you can bring a smile on my crest fallen face

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This may be my only way to reach out. . .
I apologize to you my dear darling
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My heart pours out to you
Whosoever it reaches . . . pray.

Ynxda Shazam