That Moment...

This wait is filling the void in my heart with a purpose, a direction. It is giving me the sustenance to battle it out in this hard clime. It provides me with the courage to face the demons of my past and my present. In those shadowy hours, in each of those harsh moments, I keep myself centered thinking only of that glorious moment- the happiest moment that I have had in days, or rather, in months. The darkest hours, when every minute of existence seems like unbridled torture to the extent that I can take no more of it, is upon me; but I cling on in fervent hope dreaming of that moment which would come to pass in a few days. That wondrous moment, when I would see you again, when time as a whole would stop and you tread gingerly towards me with that beautiful smile playing on your lips. There would be thunderous showers pouring all around, with the monsoon at its peak. Every drop of rain on you would sparkle like a diamond set in the radiance of a blazing flame. The wind would be playing a symphony with your dark,lustrous hair. You would gracefully brush them away from your pretty face like the wind blows those dark clouds away from the face of the glowing moon in the night sky. Your eyes, on seeing me would twinkle in recognition, like the stars greeting the moon, with renewed love and dainty shyness, after the heart-breaking parting which occur every dawn. As you tread those few remaining steps towards me, I would restrain the multitude of emotions running through my mind to savor the innate beauty of that single moment. I would shut myself from every other feeling, every other emotion, so that I could gaze into those solemn, deep eyes and hold you close to me- never to let go, never to let go ever again.

Love-Ye Most Beautiful Feeling of ‘em all

Can you ever define how much you can Love a person? 

Can you limit it with boundaries, constrain it within fences or count it with your fingers?

            Limitless, boundless, entire, whole and perfect-That’s what love is for me and that’s what it could become. It is a feeling that washes away the last vestiges of doubt, eclipses the ego-the feeling of ‘me’ being above ‘us’ and ‘you’, and overtops you with a sense of fullness that encompasses your entire being. A sense of belongingness and a feeling of pride develop in you, coupled with tremendous warmth and respect towards that person. They say Love happens, but Love blossoms. Love grows like a sapling-tend to it with time, water it with smiles and laughter, trim out those little quarrels and lies, and you could pluck delectably sweet fruits from it (the hugs and kisses :)]. Jokes apart, it is a feeling worth living for. The knowledge that there is someone out there ever-willing to sacrifice anything and everything for you, to pray for you when your hopes are down, to prod you onward if you stutter to a stop, to give you a comforting hug or a reviving word when you need some support, to be your greatest fan and full-time admirer, to have someone to pull your ears when you are naughty- God, it’s the most beautiful feeling. No, it’s much subtler than just a feeling, it could be an emotion but it isn’t that either and if we delve deep it’s something that connects with our true self, something that touches a chord with our inner being. If we give it our all and immerse ourselves completely in this divine feeling, we can see that the whole world around us is part of a great big symphony and every tiny speck of nature around becomes the grandest of spectacle. What I came to understand is that we are essentially tuned to love and this very basic fact becomes crystal clear when THE PERSON graces you by entering your life. Once this happens, all we need to do is just open your eyes and just let go- feel the magic just sweeping you off you feet, see everything around you with renewed clarity, observe life in a different perspective, an abundance of Creativity outflows (start writing, reading poetry and learning guitar specifically in my case ) and life becomes so much worth living for and gives the rudderless ship a stern direction.

             In any case be rest assured that life as you knew it will change for good. Cos, hey! It’s not just anything that we are talking about- Its LOVE, the most beautiful feeling of ‘em all!!

And from personal experience –IT’S MAGICAL :)

A Rush of Romance..

The rainy month of June always had a special place in his heart since he was a kid. He could keep looking at the falling raindrops for hours and listen to them whispering sweet nothings to him while sipping hot, steamy cups of Coffee. Life had been such a raucous, boisterous party for him until that point when a breeze of fresh life wafted into his life.

It was a carefree, monsoon evening like any, but it turned out to be the greatest gift that the wonderful journey called life bestowed upon him. After-hours  at his beloved Alma Mater was his favourite time to wander listlessly and bask in the profound stillness that reverberates from the deep confines of his college. Maybe, it was this ethereal beauty of his quaint campus that he loved so dearly.

The sound of a peppy Indian song coming from behind the closed doors of the activity room in the main building, was an aberration to his perfect sojourn. Curious, he just peeked inside and saw the college dance team practising for an upcoming cult fest.

Then he saw her as if for the first time. Well, not exactly for the first time. You see they had been in the same class for like 2 years until that point but were miles apart in their hang-out groups. But Destiny is such a Naughty Kid-She just mixes up the most seemingly-different persons’ together and waits from the side-lines to see how their lives would pan out.

However, for him that was THE MOMENT. A wondrous moment when the whole wide world stood still- there were violins in the air (really there were) and butterflies in the stomach. The first moment when he looked into her wonderful eyes-it was THE MOMENT when he lost all his cool and confidence and he bumbled about like a baby and asked her something really out-of-context  to which she simply smiled.

That one smile was only a prelude to what would pan out in the following years. That one smile which took his breath away, those shining, big, innocent eyes- the overwhelming feel of consideration and caring that he feels whenever he looks into those deep, pearly orbs;  the nonchalance and the graceful elegance with which her body danced to the music-(Poetry in motion!); the healing  quality of the base notes of her mystical voice which could portray the essence of a thousand feelings, the melancholic disposition which makes him want to change the whole world and wage a war against whomsoever is responsible for her tears; those clear, sparkling, tinkling little giggles which are like the rush of a mountain spring.

Every single waking moment he wants to love her more. .And even More...