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She was like me but she wasn’t me.

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You wished you could have me back but you had lost me in a glitch for like ever.

Too late because by the time you realised what I was to you, I was far far away.
Distance happened.

You left me stranded and when you looked back I was long gone and gone forever.

You tried to find me in every new person who crossed your way. You tried to find a face that reassembled mine, because every time when you thought about me there was only and only a regret of letting me go.

But one fine evening, while walking out of our favourite restaurant you happened to meet a girl.

Awed and stuck by the resemblance she had with me, you stood there with just a single thought.

The thought of having her and keeping her around.

And guess what? She became the companion you needed.

Maybe the glistening of her eyes were similar to mine or maybe the sound of laughter seemed way too familiar to be of a stranger.

Maybe it was the same rose berry fragrance like mine that you adored the most she put on or maybe you confused her words to be were too similar which I always spoke.

Her tangled and wavy hair and her habit of playing with them just like I did or Maybe she had kept alive the child in her just like me.

Maybe you didn’t realise but you had already started to fall for her.

Because she reminded you of someone whom you could never forget, she reminded you and kept reminding you every single time you looked her from top to toe only and only of Me.

Maybe she was just like me but remember she wasn’t me.

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There are a lot more stories buried under those grins!

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The untold words of a modern day comedian!

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” – Oscar Wilde. Do you know who is the best when it comes to replicating everything? Oh! make a lucky guess, Will You? It’s us comedians.  Those overly friendly people with large grins and an abundance supply of one liners “oh boy” we are necessities. Those heartfelt one-liners you laugh blisteringly, are nothing  more than some words clustered together forming a conjecture, created from half heard tales, half written pages, and overly powerful words.

 

Do you ever witness the void that moment of silence in midst of all those chaos, yes that slow murmur of little laughs you hear, that us laughing at you. You see this glamorously lighted stage, framed up all for you. Are you puppets of our glittering show that’s been directed by us since the first step you took ?. That’s a question you aren’t allowed to ask dear, not under any circumstances. You know what comedians are, we are a bunch of depressed alcoholics here to entertain you on a play where we are both the victim and protagonist and its directed by those heavenly laughter’s on your graceful faces.

 

Now, my favorite kind of people clowns! those colorful poor souls you cannot  stop yourselves from hating. What have they possibly done? The amount of make-up they plunge in their faces, or those insignificant drop of tear that murmurs beneath those blissful eyes. Do you ever take notice of them! NO!. Have you ever given attention to those battered suits they were, those who has lost their temperament ages ago. Those unfortunate clowns are nothing more to you then a mean to laugh your hearts Have some modesty people!. Fun fact do you know what Angela Carter said “The child’s laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.” Guess you have already lost the greatest gift from god “Innocence”. Now the question is who is more unfortunate you or them?

 

Nevertheless, for now let’s just sit back and enjoy the  spectacle while it lasts, shall we?

 

 

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You! someone I don’t dream about anymore.

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Those fascinations are now without a sovereign!

I always wanted to be a vibrant painting of life a lonely artist sketches, but irony of fate I became the artist instead. As they say “you don’t get what you want” do you? A light breeze of uncertainty was blowing relentlessly, whispering the sound of utter madness mixed with a soothing aroma of a new beginning. As it touched my face I felt a different kind of intimacy, the feeling was indescribably beautiful, poisoned with hope.

Even the lamppost seemed rather gloomy today, the moon has always faded it’s beauty. Does she hold a grudge towards the grand Empress of the sky?.  I hope it doesn’t. The small radiance that flickers from it has its own priceless value, which  she will realize with time. The wet pavements often felt like the best place to reminisce old thoughts and broken promises. Don’t go away by Oasis was playing on the back which made me vulnerable as the long forgotten memory lane reappeared in front of me, leaving me in a state which words cannot describe.

In an attempt to distract myself I looked upon the avenue, even the constantly overflowing avenue seemed lifeless, as the tracks kept changing  I lost track of time reminiscing about an undesired beauty who once used to rule my eternity. Nostalgia was starting to hungover me, fading glimpse of the life I left behind started to appear in front of me, those dreams are now long forgotten and no longer remembered. Yet they have some kind of specialty that keeps me attached to them. She has now been replaced by glistering opportunities and self agony.

Nevertheless, still a inappreciable part of me wants to believe that things will get back how they used to be, as time will amble me back to you. Maybe, only then we can start over again in a mystical garden where its bursting into life and the reason will be you.

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Why ? An open letter from your Lost Love

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I have started wondering my existence. Why do even I exist when I am not even sure that do i still love you…

With infuriated red eyes and anger sweating down, i came home knowing that you weren’t in my life anymore. I cried. Cried, till my heart went thirsty and deprived. It felt like my soul  lost its way to home and lashed outside. I couldn’t forget the way you loved me, that pampering, those Cinderella rides.

Days passed, you are still stuck in my mind. The only difference that lies beside, that I think your kisses the more than your humble lies, have obliterated those feelings from my mind but not those wild bites, forgotten the day you lifted me in your arms,remembering your body just your body by my side. I wonder what has started to happen  , why could I not remember the love you poured on me,  why the only thing I want is your body. There was something in you, I felt when you laid beside me. The misty fragrance that still dwells in my mind,  those gentle fingers that played stories on my curves, that passion which pushed me and made my mind and body dance in the rage of glee.

Now, that we have dis owned each other, I still want..Not you, but your body, want to feel *your* manly hands feeding over my body. Want our biological equations to co relate somehow again.

But, I wonder..did I ever loved you or it was just my carnal desire to own your body?

From- your Lost love.

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Just one moment

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If life gives me just one moment that this would be my last breath,
I would tell you I’ll love you forever, even beyond death.

If life gives me just one moment that your face would be the last i see,
I would take a million pictures and save them just for me.

If life gives me just one moment that your voice would be the last i hear,
I would listen to you attentively and promise not to shed a tear.

If life gives me just one moment that your touch would be the last i feel,
I would embrace you and know that this all has been real.

If life gives me just one moment that my heart would beat its last beat,
I would thank God for allowing us to meet.

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Pink elephants

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Song filling the background- Nothing’s going to hurt baby. By-Cigarettes after Sex.

hallucination

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noun

an experience involving the apparent perception of something not present.

Hey Love,

Are you hallucinating?

The dreams we saw sitting at the seashore, allowing our giggles to fill the empty air, engrossed in the light of darkness, letting cigarettes burn in the heat of your stories, letting the waves to heal our heels.

The most deadly moment, I say.

What happened to you next? Why did the air asked to empty itself and why did the cigarettes turn cold? //Cold as your heart. Why did you smudge your mascara? You know you wore it storing your dreams inside, and now you feel dead?

The most deadly night, I say

I saw you! Yes, I did. Walking at the seashore, dark-eyed Wait! I can see your bruised thoughts aching in your mind, that pink colour turning pale blue, as you said “I am void of any value.”

The most deadly morning, I say.

Hey! Come here, you are beautiful. With your sullen eyes and patchy lips did you hear me? Did you? You are beautiful, you are not hallucinating, this is real. You are real, sitting at the corner of your bed reading this with a smile, preparing your pillow for the sleep, thinking of covering a mile.

The most beautiful day, I say.

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Unturned apology

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To the umpteen conversations after heartbreaks; to self// with self: We deserve some talks right?

Hey! I am sorry that I disturbed you, yeah’ its been 6 months now, oh! yes I forgot we aren’t dating ,\\ so how r u? hoping to be fine . I am good, yes see, i am good wearing a lipstick, standing in front of you, tell me now no…not your deceptive words again, tell me the truth. I know I look good.

You know, you aren’t here to listen my rants but I will tell you. I was 15 when I came across my first boyfriend, I thought him to be the perfect one fortunately, he was not, so I approached another and another and got stuck in this redundant chain and I found you! Yes I did! But you left? yes you did. But you didn’t maybe? \\ You are still stuck in my mind, we discuss a lot  I know we do, we still say I love you, I mean it but may be not you.

We discuss a lot  I know may be that’s why I still listen patiently to you. Yes we discuss a lot may be that’s why I still fear if any trouble comes up to you. We do discuss a lot , relentlessly may be that’s why whenever I cry I lay on you.

But hey! yes you, I am strong, see! I am strong \\ Don’t ever think that I wont move on.       I will, may be not ???????? But I will I mean at least I can^ and dont worry, I know myself I am not that good to be the same forever I know i am not. I know if ever I abandoned you from the imaginary zones in my heart, I know those Marlboro boxes will stick to me,, that princess tiara will fall down oh! see its lost , I KNOW MYSELF! but i dont want to.

So if ever this happened, that you leave me dont care about me, I know myself, or ever did I leave you I’ll leave you with an apology:::

I know myself-I wont be the same ever;

{Pale conversations with my friend, mirror: Sorry couldnt speak up to you//}

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Affairs

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“Something is magical here.” She said , sitting at the corner seat peeping out through the window.

“Yeah, you feel so?”

“Yes a lot… feel pretty unearthy but everytime I visit this place when it rains, those drizzles striking the windows and failing to subject their shape, everything becomes so much beautiful. Dont you feel?”

“Yeah! I mean ok…(sigh) it feels.”

[She glanced at him nodding her head and turning towards the window again]

“Can we order one coffee?” She said softening her voice.

“Sure why not..”

“Just one cup!”

“Umm…okay one cup i know..”

“No, just for you..not me”

“Ok..but why?”

“No, i just want to smell the aroma and wanted to see that Barista brewing coffee”

“Hah! You are so unclear” he said while ordering.

“Yeah I know… I used to ccomeat this  cafe with Mumma when I was sixteen and I used to love these windows back then too…used to imagine life outside the window moving at a slower pace.”

“Oh! So you want to retrospect those memories…”

“No! Not at all”

“I just want to see you sipping coffee, want to smell the aroma filling this place and want to stare at these same chairs and wooden flooring and this entire cafè. It fills me, It truely does… Nothing changed…”

“You are stupid” He mumbled while sipping his coffee…

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The unsung hero

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When i was a baby,
You would hold me in your arms.
You gave me your love and tenderness,
And kept me away from harm.

You were the one who wiped my tears,
When i called your name to fight my fears.
You were the pillar when i knew i would fall,
Always standing beside me, so strong n tall.

You handled all the problems that came in way,
Your brilliance came out in what you would say.
You were the one who acted so strong,
Not a tear would you let your fall.

When i was in darkness,
You were my guiding light.
When everything went wrong,
You set it all right.

Looking up into your eyes,
All the love i would see,
How did i get so lucky,
You were the dad chosen for me.

There’s something special about father’s love,
Seems it was sent to me from someplace up above.
Without you dad i wouldn’t be the one I’m today,
You built a strong foundation no one could take away.

You are greater than all other men i know,
You are my dad, my mentor, my friend and hero.

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Do we need fair and lovely or dark and sexy?

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Do we need fair and lovely or dark and sexy?
Once in our lifetime we come across a stage where every dark and dusky girl has to face problems because of her not soothing complexion. Or Indian society lives in there bubbles of idealism where fair skin equals beauty. People have a say, for any parent, his or her daughter is the most beautiful girl in the world. But any girl judged by the colour of her skin can never feel the saying she was once proud of. Is that a NO for fair and lovely? I’d have to say yes! Not every fair girl is pretty, does that mean dark and sexy is good? the answer here would be NO.
Confusing, isn’t it?
Why is the second question a NO? Or why the answer to the first question is a yes? it’s because we Indians have never realised that your colour doesn’t matter unless you reveal the person you really are. We are unable to accept ourselves the way we are. Instead we want to see ourselves from another person’s point of view.
Ever thought about Africa’s models? If fair was beauty, the African girls would have never entered any beauty competitions. The reason they reach to such high level, is the acceptance of there personalities, colour, the pride they carry. Their love for there skin is same as any of us. But what counts is the confidence.
Imagine yourself going to a parlour and asking a foundation, the shopkeeper firstly would give you something to make your skin fair. What we fools think is, if we get fairer , we get attractive. That’s how the society rates us! One should be confident enough to speak that I don’t need a fair complexion to be attractive, all I need is a good courageous heart to accept the pride I carry with my skin.

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