Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Coffee..


Rain, the season most people relate with love, romance, smiles and longing. Naseen and Aarit were no less. Like everyone else, she wanted him to be with her and he always wanted to hold her close.  Each rain had its special feel to them; the rain was their expression of what they feel for each other. Only the single thought of rain brought smile to them. Their memories, their thoughts for each other, the times when she looked at him secretly thinking he would not know and the times he adored her smile her innocence thinking she doesn’t know, but both of them knew.
 Naseen, as her name suggests was a cool breeze with life and energy, her laughter made people smile, her beauty was flawless just as an angel with big almond shaped brown eye. Naseen was a girl who loved love but knew where the reality hit. With Aarit around her she was a child with uncontrollable laughter and the sparkle in the eye. Aarit was the perfect guy for any girl, he was handsome with a cute rabbit smile that made many girls go weak on their knees but the one girl who made him forget everything was Naseen. Aarit lived a materialistic life he was practical strong and very determined. And as they say opposites attract however here they fell in love.
That day it was raining again, but something was not the same the rain seemed dry that day. He was driving and there she sat beside him just like she always was...right beside him.  Looking at the rain drops on the window glass she was lost, wo bheege pal from manorama six feet under played in the background giving words to their thoughts. He looked at her when he stopped at a red light he said to himself “what an angel she is, I know what she is thinking about I know what is bothering her, I can’t live without that smile”, others honked, the signal was green. The car stopped, they were there Café Coffee Day, the place where they always met and talked and perhaps the place they found love.
He turned off the ignition and was looking at her; Naseen still lost in thoughts did notice they were there. His hands touched hers and she hit reality again rather, to put it in her words, she always felt alive when he touched her so she was alive again. She never wanted to reach here today. She knew it was for no good. She wished inside for it to be a dream and she will soon wake up. But as she stepped out of the car and rain drops touched her cheeks she knew it was real. They went inside together, she was behind him looking at him from the side above his shoulder “this is the only guy I can ever love, I know what his eyes say I know what is going on in his mind I know he loves me” she thought.
They sat at the same place, it was the same music, the same person took their order, the same order as ever hers extra sweet his extra strong. But still something didn’t feel right to her, she was uneasy and he sensed it. Although she always felt and he always sensed but that is how they complimented each other. Words had lost their power; they were nothing more than noise for them. He stood up took her hand and asked her to get up so that they can leave, she was stunned and looked at him with the innocence that killed him; she had no clue why he was doing this.
He took her hand and she kept following and then she finally spoke “Aarit, do you really want to do this? Nobody is forcing you don’t be under any pressure and you can take your time.” He turned and looked at her with look in the eyes that said it all. He then stopped and put his hand on her shoulder and said “Naseen, you know that I love you then how does it matter if the time now is right or not; we anyways have to decide about it so why not now. I know how important it is for you and for that one smile I can do this.”

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Raat...

iss raat ke andhere ke peche hai kai pal pighalte se..
haar baat pe hai kai raaz khulte se..
inn kale pardo ke peche se hai koi roshni si chillati..
bahar ane ko..bas tuttke bikhar jane ko hai jhatpatatti..
haar saas ke sath ek naya jeevan hai panapta..
uss ahaat me ek naya saaz hai dulhan sa sajta..
han zinda hun main aaj..yahi rahunga main aaj..
aaj ke andheere me maine khud ko hai paya..
kal ka suraj chahe ab main na bhi dekh paya..
tere hone se khush hun main ki tu hai kahi..
bas ek tera sath hai jo yahi nahi..yahi nahi..

(Mood: Profound, sad, dark.. Time: 1:08 am Sept 11, 2011)



Saturday, September 3, 2011

(content canot be typed :P ) i cant find any title for it!! :) its beyond words!!


“...Sometimes even the best of equations needs to be thought over, and which is perfectly fine...Some things need serious thoughts. Though if shared these thoughts might just loose the whole essence they have... But when both people know what the other person is thinking and the amount of effort the amount of don’t know what is put into the thought process just to come to one conclusion cant it be discussed between the two people... will it not bring out better result a better brain storm a better outcome... “
These are the few questions that, at some point of time, have crossed everyone’s mind. In some way or the other we all go through the same things. Only the gravity being different and the after effects varying in degrees. For some to say everything is all that matters on the other hand for some only actions can speak louder than words. But can the other person hear the screams of the actions? Can the hidden love the hidden effort be read with those naked eyes? Well, for me it will be a no! Until and unless you can’t understand the moment of thoughts in that person’s mind one can never read the efforts...one can never hear the screams.
 They say a picture is worth a thousand words!! Does that hold true for everything that happens in this world? I mean, if I end up making a dancing lady will people think I was in a mode to dance? Or as a matter of fact will they think I was happy when I painted it? Well, yes they will think so! That’s what they are supposed to think when they see someone dancing right! But them there will be that one person who will read the eyes, who will see the tremble of your hands, who will read what never came out of those lips! The person will know you weren’t happy...you were just letting the storm of thoughts out of your mind...the dance was a mere reflection of the turmoil inside your mind!!
We all have this one person with us in one way or other! We only lack the eye to know who that one person actually is. We run for things that are not meant  to be ours...we run for people who just doesn’t care...but we will never value that one person who after all our errors after all our faults, crimes, stupidities, crack mindedness  stays there and watch us fall and see us rise again! And we will be angry on that person for why couldn’t he just save me from falling? And we will forget that there must be thousand times when we let them down!! Made them feel worse...but still they were never angry with us...not even a single time!!
So, people just find who that one person is and value them!! That one person doesn’t necessarily have to be your beloved, your sister, your brother...just leave those clichés behind and don’t hide it... it could simply be your friend...I mean come on its just can’t be your beloved with whom you love talking to? It could be other person!! I have that one special person in my life!! And I am thankful to who so ever exists for having him and I value my possession!! We all are lucky it’s just that we, humans, can never have enough.
P.S: I really don't have any idea why I wrote all of it but it really means a lot! “YOU” mean a lot to me!! J J

(mood: remembrance.. :( :| :) :D..Time: 1:57 am 4th sept 2011)