She was, just another girl for the rest. I was, just another guy for her. Life offered innumerable opportunities but I could gather only a few of them. Someone give those moments back to me. I don't know what used to happen when she was around. But whatever it was, it made me stutter.
Looking past the showcase glass, she adored the necklace. And I wished I could steal it for her. A cheerful smile flashed when she got a surprise birthday party and I wished I could freeze that moment for ever. She squealed with delight when I stood first in the race and I wished to top everything for her.
Today, I want to steal back the moment we shared tha evening, when we just sat by each other under the old Banyan watching the setting sun, the birds returning to their homes and experiencing the serenity between us in an entirely different way.
Today, I want to feel her hand in mine again just as we did when we walked that twilight in the rain.
Today, I want her by me all the more than that day when I had a tussle with the principal.
And today, I want to embrace her once again as we did the last time we met, only not to let her go again.
But, these wishes would remain, forever. A shock as big as this, fails to jolt me. I don't know why, but a catastrophe such as this remains unsuccessful in getting that drop out of my eyes....it keeps lurking in the corner. I probably do not want to believe this, but the truth remains - she is no more. Her not being around me, spreading her warmth, is proof enough.
The kleptomaniac in me wants to rob off the one sitting comfortably somewhere above. I want her back. Don't let my voice fade into oblivion....please HELP!!!
Looking past the showcase glass, she adored the necklace. And I wished I could steal it for her. A cheerful smile flashed when she got a surprise birthday party and I wished I could freeze that moment for ever. She squealed with delight when I stood first in the race and I wished to top everything for her.
Today, I want to steal back the moment we shared tha evening, when we just sat by each other under the old Banyan watching the setting sun, the birds returning to their homes and experiencing the serenity between us in an entirely different way.
Today, I want to feel her hand in mine again just as we did when we walked that twilight in the rain.
Today, I want her by me all the more than that day when I had a tussle with the principal.
And today, I want to embrace her once again as we did the last time we met, only not to let her go again.
But, these wishes would remain, forever. A shock as big as this, fails to jolt me. I don't know why, but a catastrophe such as this remains unsuccessful in getting that drop out of my eyes....it keeps lurking in the corner. I probably do not want to believe this, but the truth remains - she is no more. Her not being around me, spreading her warmth, is proof enough.
The kleptomaniac in me wants to rob off the one sitting comfortably somewhere above. I want her back. Don't let my voice fade into oblivion....please HELP!!!
9 Comments:
well written
ye sab sahi likha mein hai ya fir aise hi ?
@vishal......parde me rehne do, parda na uthao :P
you have captured every guy's imagination in those first few paragraphs..
and then shattered everyone with that disclosure...
it touched my heart yaar... awsome!
*weep*
You really need her. you really do.
Well its true...Then Im really sorry for your loss and I hope things get better...
If it isnt then you are good at understanding what it must feel like....I like the abrupt ending and the sadness that you leave behind..Keep writing...
Rashi
m srry if it ws like rude of me or nythng..bt thts wt it appears to me like...bt the ending ws way too abrupt...cud hav been smthng more gradual...though nt necessarily lengthy...bt again...to each his own..
o n btb...it ws nice
@pranay
thanks buddy :)
@swarnadeep
u bet :P
@rashi
thanks for inspiring....though i lift the veil now - it is not a true account
@pearlie
i don't know if it was rude...i only know that i could not have seen that post for long...so deleted it. this is an imaginative piece. the abrupt end was deliberate. to keep the reader gasping.
lol juvenile and immature account. Very bollywoodish (mainly jaane tu ya jaane naa, jannat etc types) havnt read ny of your other posts so i dont really know your writing style but it just seems that u've picked up some seemingly 'nice' words, moulded em in a bollywood movie frame and put em up. My advice BE INNOVATIVE.
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