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To her from him | Life Blog
To her from him | Life Blog
Love in young days looks beautiful and when it is read years later, the language, the words and the mistakes make it look even better.
Some letters define us
The first message on Facebook was, as usual, first meeting through a friend was ordinary. The first talk on the phone, the first exchange of texts was casual. But it never remained the same way too long. The voice began to sound cute than normal. The laughter sounded like soft music than being absurd. The feel for you grew day by day at a rate higher than that at which our heartbeats. The urge to see as well as hear you increased with the passage of time.
I was in love with you, in a very short time. When I was at the peak of my emotions of dreaming a life with you; I suddenly fell down, hearing from you that we are about to become good friends. In seconds of time, my feelings were crushed; my world was devastated and I was left all alone in the entire world. As after a day, I became normal. I realized how I overreacted by ending my world; just in a relation which actually got the time of only 1 month to rise. I felt myself as dumb. But the silver lining in the chapter was you agreed that we became friends and those too Good Friends.
Our talks as friends enhanced and we became known to each other to a better extent. I constantly made efforts to know you more as that special feeling for you apart from being just friends were still there in me. I loved each part of my time which had the presence US instead of ME alone. The talking to you till late nights was one of them. We didn’t have much to talk but still the continuation of it till long hours, though rarely, made me feel good. Whenever you used to be Dull or out of the mood, I tried to make you happy and craved to see you smile.
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I was not paid for the job of making you happy; still am satisfied I received with the returns I get with your smile. In the test of the time apart from my work; which I rarely did, the best thing was to think about you, it gave me a sense of contentment filled with peace. I was happier to live in that dreamy world of ours which belonged to only me though. I didn’t know you in-depth even till then; but still, in my own world, you had the best qualities and you were the best person, I can ever imagine of. Still, in as per your thoughts, it was too early.
Time was going great with you in my life. We haven’t met each other that way since long; as you always had priorities for your best buddies and your old batch mates; and also you might not even that much interested in meeting me, but that didn’t bother me. I don’t want you to go away from the things you love and come to me; as that would be a compromise and, love is understanding not compromise. I neither thought to disturb you from your happily going life; as your actual presence didn’t matter to me by that time. It was your voice, your nature, your heart and more importantly your feelings that took the prior place. Still, in your view, it was too early.
Hope..
I was feeling more and more for you and you were just the same. With the passage of 2 years, we became known to each other a bit more. But still, in your words, I just knew you 60% of the total (but, who had actually known girls to 100 %, not even GOD) and you knew my whole. With all the fights, all the over-possessive attitude of mine, the least caring attitude of yours; all my days, when I actually irritated you and during all the time when you spent hours talking to me; and with all those break-ups of mine with you; even without having any relationship with you we actually got to know about each other’s life’s; daily activities, and all the things related to each other, in a better way and we became somewhat close friends.
At least a sort of bond you don’t share with people who know and people with whom you share are very few. But still, we were only Friends. Harsh but true. I got to learn a lot more good qualities from you; some from you and the others for you but still you weren’t able to learn Lover from me. With your neutral attitude towards Love and with a smile that still pleases me, I actually became a bit more patient. I realized that it’s still not the time to be a person who belongs to you. It’s still better to be a person by your side.
Conclusion..
True love may need a hand in hand to travel the journey of life together, but why to imprison the other person by holding her. A great love only needs a feel of love from love, to live the entire life with peace and happiness. I realized that it’s you that matters to me, it’s your feeling that makes me feel happy, it’s your innocence that makes me feel bliss.
Neither it was and nor it is a tag of relationship that will make a difference. The feel which I share for you is way ahead than any relation, it’s a state of comfort for me, to feel for you. You may exist with me or not, but your existence in me is already there. Still, it will be great to see you with me, together embraced in my arms, smiling at each other and having a life worthy with each other for the rest of the life together,
But I know
……. Still in your view it was too early
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Yaadein | Hindi Poetry
Yaadein | Hindi Poetry
देखि नहीं एक अरसे से उसकी तस्वीर कहीं,
न खनकी इन कानो में उसकी आवाज़ कहीं ,
लगता है वो रूह , अब रूमानी हो गई होगी,
झल्ली सी थी वो पगली , अब सयानी हो गई होगी .
सुनके उसे आज भी , सबके चेहरे खिल जाते होंगे,
वो मुस्कुराहट अब लोगों को और रिझाति होगी .
घुंघराली उसकी ज़ुल्फें , आज भी उसे झुंझलाती होगी,
उन्हें बांध के जुड़ा बनाने की समझ , पर अब उसने पा ली होगी .
खुद पे इतराना , उसे अभ भी भाता होगा ,
पर वो झुकी नज़रों की हया , अब उसने अपना ली होगी .
प्यार जताना उसे अब भी नहीं आता होगा ,
किसी को दिल से अपना के , इश्क़ की समझ उसने ज़रूर पा ली होगी .
सजने संवरने से उसको आज भी तौबा होगी ,
पर किसी की ख़ुशी के लिए , वो माथे पे बिंदिया ज़रूर चमकाती होगी .
जो छूट गया , वो कल उसे याद तो आता होगा ,
पर उस नमी को अब वो अपने नैनो में छुपाती होगी .
मेरी कहानियों की तरह , ज़िन्दगी अधूरी नहीं होगी अब उसकी ,
मेरे शब्दों की तरह , अब वो एक मुक्कमल कहानी हो गई होगी.
@रमता जोगी
Yaadein | Hindi Poetry
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Ab Jao | Hindi Poetry
Ab Jao | Hindi Poetry
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao,
Kuch bata ke mat jao, kuch jata ke mat jao.
Kuch samja ke mat jao, kuch buja ke mat jao,
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao.
Ye na socho ki kiski galti thi,
Kahan shuru hoi koi baat,
Kahan koi baat bigdi thi,
Kisne bahaye ashq, kisne dor thami thi,
Ek umeed mein kati, kisne sari zindagi thi,
Us adhure ishq mein, ab khud Ko aur mat dubao,
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao.
Ye na pucho ki kesa lagta hai?
Dard bhaari hai ya fir halka hai?
Kya raaton ko aati hai sukoon ki neend?
Ya ghaav dil pe kafi gehra hai?
Shabdon ke sahaare se, ab itni fikr mat jatao.
Ab jab ja rahe ho, to bus jao.
Na thamo, na thehro,
Na ruko, na kuch kaho,
Bhulo ab, ki kya khoya, kya paya,
Na karo mehsus, ki koi apna hua paraya,
Aaj ki khamoshi Ko apnao,
Kal ki awaazon Ko sapna samaj bhul jao.
Apni sachai Ko ek jhutha chehra dikho,
Ab jab ja rahe ho to bus jaoo.
@ramta Jogi
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Ab Jao | Hindi Poetry
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Wine and You | Short story 9
Wine and You | Short story 9
Conclusion..
Her long hazel coloured nails tinkled, as her wrist softly moved, touching the wine glass. Her fingers made their way towards her fountain pen placed on the bunch of papers, with her eyes still looking on the screen. Rough sheets of papers lay scattered all over the table. The tinkling sound drew her attention away from her laptop towards her glass of wine. With a soft gracious smile on her face, she finally grabbed the glass. Meanwhile, she also picked the pen which was kept open on the last draft of her first poem for editing.
Reading the final draft and sipping the last drop of her wine made her realize that it was the 4th glass she had that evening and now she was not in a stage to have any more. In trying to make herself comfortable and focusing on the poem, she found yet another correction, and this was, as per her understanding, the last one. The comma got replaced by a semicolon. She edited the same on her laptop.
Somehow she was done with the poem. The poem was ready from her end and she wanted some of her close friends to read and review it. But as the night and the heaviness of the content demanded, she opted for the 5th glass of wine again. The solitude of being alone at home was pleasing her. She stood by the window and it was getting cold. The touch of the cold breeze was making her happy. The wine was kinking in. Suddenly the face went low, a few tears dropped and she started watching the stars.
Story behind
It was not only the wine that made her dull. It was Punit, in whose memories she was so absorbed that the tears came out. He came in her life as happiness to her existence. Her soul was at peace with her breaths, because of him. He made her look beautiful in her own eyes. He became her definition of love. But time and circumstances define the person you are and in no time, he left.
What went wrong or whose fault it was, were the questions that can be ignored when the end is not one she dreams off. He left, leaving her in search of the solitude she never wanted but is now all that she wants. She took to drinking. The girl whose love was defined by someone’s existence started living her life. Wine became a part of her. She had never drunk before Punit. Not even with her earlier boyfriends.
Slowly with wine came a time of self-realization. This lead to defining her in the smallest world of words. She started reading and playing with words.
Reliving the time with him, she tried to write. Pages after pages got lost in some corners of the room, making her realize how easy it was to live that life and how difficult it was getting to portray it on paper. Days passed and each rolled paper thrown in dustbin gave her a better meaning about herself.
The beginning..
Today, after filling the room with many such paper balls, she was finally with the draft of her first poem. The stars were now blinking at her, shinning and making her realize how beautiful she looks even without anyone praising her in the room. The darkness of night was no longer a sign of loneliness for her. It was peace and tranquillity now. The process of writing about her life made her a better woman. She understood those aspects of life, which she never felt while living them. Words made her a better person. They made her loving herself. Now, the 5th glass was supped. She smiled at the moon and thanked the stars for showing faith in her. She moved back to her laptop and titled her poem, “Wine and You” and sent to her friends.
That night she was in love with her existence even more, in relation to no one else. Moving back towards the bed, she slept with utmost peace. She got appreciated and published in International magazine and loved by all. Somehow, what the words in “Wine and you” did for her, was what the wine and the guy in her life were not able to do.
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Wine and You | Short story 9
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Rhyme | English Poetry
Rhyme | English Poetry
Let us not rhyme!!
Even life never does,
On a deserted road,
It’s always the left turn that draws you to right.
Let us not rhyme!!
Because nor do love,
It’s always the broken, scattered souls,
When held together, carves the beauty.
Let us be the cacophony!!
Mixed, chaotic and harsh.
Vague but still existing,
And eventually for a moment even it will sound melody.
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