Tuesday, November 3, 2009

This Spirit can't be bowed,
This Desire is unstoppable,
So what if destiny is hard to reach,
So what if coast is under mist,
So what if I am alone

If the path is full of thorns,
We have to pass by the same,
Evening may cover the sun but,
Night has to pass at last,
This season will diverge,
Our Spirit will bloom and it will dawn,

When we will be Blessed, we will get shade for striking sun,
We Pray to God that,
May Destiny embrace us,
May our courage be steadfast,
May our Promises fulfilled,
May every Love stay alive





Sunday, November 1, 2009

...And it so happened

As this weekend was ending the way it usually ends for me in Pune, dull, boring and all by myself, I saw my old buddy Jawala online and so i decided to ping her and share my sorrows. Now this turned out to be quite an interesting conversation. While I was narrating to her about my not so happening love life, infact non-existent I would rather say; she using her immense power of imagination and ofcourse some help from Mills and Boons wove out this incredibly romantic encounter with my Dream Man, which I must say had both of us in splits. So here it is dedicated to Jawala and all the single hoplessly romantic women like me.
MERI KAHAANI, JAWALA KI ZUBAANI:
Tall, Dark, Handsome......oozing raw power and sensuality...and me.petite, charming in a white virginal dress.....and the weather dark, fearsome ...causing such permonitions in my bosom. And then I see him, he sees me......and the wind stops howling, becomes just a sweet breeze....and I sweep my shy eyes and walk away.....coz aggressiveness isn't my style of seduction.
And then while i walk away, even when my heart is thumping....and even when I want him to hold me in his strong arms against his rock like chest, still I gather my fluttering heart in my sighs and walk away every step away from him, forced by will power, coz my feet won't obey me. But I know, this is the man, My Man.......and I can't let my feet spoil my chances......so I turn my tiny waist and walk away towards the window and I can feel my eyes; Burning Intense eyes......watching my every movement........every tiny flutter of my dress...he is watching.

And he is infact, counting my steps, wishing he was my feet, so they wouldn't move away. Wishing he knew my name, thinking where he saw something so pretty....and answering himself nowhere. Meanwhile I reached the accursed window, and struggled with the latch, but it wouldn't open....and I badly need to breathe or my desire would consume me, so my delicate fingers fight a battle of their own to open but even they have a mind of their own....they wouldn't obey me and they just jostle with the latch.

And he, my Dream Man, watches the struggle with an aching heart, for every push to my white knuckled is like a nail in his heart, even though he doesn't know why he feels like that. He is surprised, so he just stands looming large over the person talking to him...........a beautiful girl named Cheryl. She holds the attention of the whole room....but he can't remember her name, coz he has even quiet forgotten himself. And even as Cheryl is asking him to join her for a drink, he is actually walking with her to the table, he finds himself watching the struggle of those fingers with a latch, he rushes forwards.........and in a minute chaeryl finds herself lonely while he has opened the window; which opens with a thud and cold wind gushes in sweeping away my hair which are now flying in all directions.

My look...heart thumping, but a picture of innocence...

By this time both of us almost fell off our chairs, laughing ofcourse, and Jawala left it up to me to give it a nice mushy ending. So I am whacking my head to put a "Happily Ever Part" to it, but I am afraid, that since I am not such an ardent reader of "Mills and Boons" I won't be able to do justice to it. Hence please feel free to continue it for me.