With you, I Rise November 25, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Fiction, Happiness, Love, Movies, Peace.9 comments
“I am no poet”
That’s what I say.
“I just can’t write,
It’s just not my way.”
“I want you to write it,
No, not for me.
But for the trust,
I bestow with glee.”
You say it with serenity,
You say it with ease,
Was this your way
Just to motivate me?
I closed my eyes,
Found you by my side,
Thinking about the day
It still brings me a smile.
When the roaring Sun,
Seemed the coolest breeze.
When we were sufficient
Even for the strongest team.
Some Indian movies
That I will cherish the most;
not for the story,
not for the actors,
not for the work;
I don’t even remember the host.
But, what I remember is,
Your ice-cold hands
Falling on mine
As if sealing a kiss.
Weaving through my fingers
And caressing through my palm,
Suddenly tightening your grip
Finding a place to calm.
My Name Is Khan,
Commenced the jaunt of emotion
Sixteenth February, my eyes captured
Your fresh ruddy complexion.
Karthik Calling Karthik,
Sucked my limit of patience
Third March followed
Our famous screeching silence.
Fiasco flicks never stopped pouring in,
Thirteenth April, Prince,
Couldn’t glue us till its fin.
Raavan rendered a similar role,
But, Twenty Second June,
Continued to drizzle its effect on our soul.
It was a day of our newness
It was the day till our core.
What do you think,
Anjaana Anjaani
Could take over our fondness? This lore?
Seventh October,
With the ‘green-slit Kurti effect’
Worked the opposite,
Instead of a charming concept.
Stygian clouds covered the ceiling,
Darkness obscuring darkness
Anger was revealing.
The year turned around,
Best wishes; hopes; dreams
For our happiness
Filled the atmosphere ground.
No One Killed Jessica! No One Killed Jessica!
Everybody was screaming,
I wonder why our affinity was withering!
Twentieth January, swayed its magic wand
I again saw your beaming eyes,
Complementing your smile
And your roseate tone.
Twenty Second July, was when I found
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara;
I don’t wanna let mine go
Without a complete round.
These were the movies
That I have cherished the most;
not for the story,
not for the actors,
not for the work;
I don’t even remember the host.
But for your closeness;
But for your scolding;
But for your care;
And most importantly,
But for your glimmering face
Resting on my torso,
Which I cherish the most.
I need no Edward Cullen,
When I have you with me.
Twilight Saga – Breaking Dawn,
Will you fit next in the league?
I see for Fifth December
To bring back time in me,
When the roaring Sun
Seemed the coolest breeze.
When we were sufficient
Even for the strongest team.
And 23/02/2011 it was.. November 4, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Fiction.Tags: Betrayal, Death
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“I wanna get a tattoo and I know what I want to, finally!” Said a high spirited, Anna; excitement jumping out of her words.
“What is it?” Reverted a non-inquisitive, Max.
Still continuing to look with innocent and expectant eyes; she just smiled with a, ”It is a date. Guess?!”
As uninterested as he was, he started beating around the bush, “Your birthday? Your Mom’s birthday? Your bro’s birthday? Your dog’s birthday? So, what else? Is it my birthday or what? I hope it’s not.”
And she just shook her head each time, mumbling but with a sparkling countenance, “It’s much more significant, relating to my life. Life changing. Keep guessing!”
As we say, most guesses don’t find their end, and so didn’t this one. Max didn’t realise that even with her silly face, Anna really did mean it; it was significant for her.
—####—
Well. 4th November 2011, was one of a weighty day for me. With my brain scrunched under the pressure, and my heart shrieking with pain, they fell apart exerting to handle it’s weight, shouting, this is what you deserve!!
Unable to fight with them anymore; I just accept, this is what I deserve.
—####—
“You are such a game player, woman. You liar! There’s no one who’ll hate you more that me. You selfish coquette! I wasted my time. You ruined my life. You don’t deserve me! You are a very bad person.” Max exploded, with cuss; while Anna remained shocked and perplexed at the base of the epithets.
“I didn’t lie”, were the words dropping out of Anna’s voice cord; still abashed at the existence of such an episode, when Max broke out again, “Your whole clan is such kinds only; cunning and selfish, my grandma used to say it absolutely correct. *Expletives*”
Not that Max hadn’t cursed Anna enough from the time they were together; he had, but maybe with each interjection, she just learned to grow stronger. Yes, a part of her died each time, though. But this time, all she could hear was a loud screech, it hurt her deeply. Maybe this time, there was no more part of her left to be slayed.
“Hmm”, she just muttered.
—####—
Her wish still remains, the date would still be there; with the only difference, that the heart now, changed to fire.
—####–
And what am I doing with Anna and Max, here? Aah! Just trying to create two new beings and knocking myself down to help my imaginary friends, sort their issues.
After all, ‘imaginary friends’ are innocuous, and moreover, helping doesn’t hurt, right?
