kacche rang utar jane do ...

finally he started losing control ,for the first time he felt aggression in himself..still confused in aggression and frustration..but whatever it was ...everything was not fine anymore...he knew the problem ,he knew the solution...but both thing he had faced before..and solution part was more painful. At least last time it was.
she ruled his vision,thoughts,decisions,priorities...and only she had keys to open the door.Yet she had no idea ...nowhere close to that idea ...that disturbance in lake is coz of her presence at shoreline.

He always wished this thing should start again ...that thing should start again .....now he had option here also.It isn't easy at all to step back of all this .It was like leaving childhood room just for one teddy.but something are worth being bankrupt for.being lost for....and finally moving toward original signature ...who he somewhere inside is.who he was.whom he wanted to change ,tried to change...but monsoon rain finally had washed out all loose paint over the house.

killer

walkin on dark charcoal road through grassy fields...on the way is moaning church ...silent in contempt of what happened last week. looking at the old rusted bronze church bell...it felt like every second..its making him weak.....ceasing the legs..difficult to breath...... fifteen sixteen yards away ..there it is...her grave with gray pebbles nearby...his legs shakin ...difficult to hold ..and the single droplet of water pushed him down to the knees...like all the darkness of clouds diffused inside of him roaring with fiery. ...melting his skin ....soaking his blood ...smashing his head with evil sound of lightening. cant forgive himself ...every moment of the whole week has haunted him .....eyes blood red ,crying for remorse.

summer 08

some moments are so close to us, that whenever anyone talks about summers or holidays at home, only thing flashing in mind is of those 10 day ,waiting all day for those evening hours with that beautiful angel....waiting all day to get that glimpse of her lovely glittering lips spreading over the face... eyes playing hide and seek with words we spoke. did we really meant to say what we said...or we should have believed our eyes.yours are bigger and beautiful.i still feels those moment, so fresh,so innocent.... like it all happened yesterday.i dont wanna loose you .....i miss you so much !

old bridge

Eye reading was no longer a guess about situation inside her beating walls.
I know what i should do,what she'z expecting...and still , pretending like a child lost in herd.Complete blackout.Can't move myself to make her feel a bit comfortable,neither do she.
she look almost d same last time we met... but this time i cant read her eyes...i have no idea why we havnt uttered a single word.... that swinging wooden bridge seems to have seen lots of people tearing apart... heart strings breaking ...but suddenly the silence breaks... splash of those tears on that dark brown cracked wood was a bit heavy for that old bridge.fog was heavy for the first time for shoulders to move.....i should nt have made that call last night.

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curls,calm,classy.

glass window slicing d view ,
fresh morning ,true coffee color n out dere its soothin cool
she aimlessly walkin..
thinkin of sumthin ......smilin n laughin...
wavin her veils like no one's watchin ...
cought her blushin for first time ...
can feel her palm ryt in ma hand..
brushing her fate line ...as promising her..i m the one.
hug me for long....hug me tight....so that i can cry as long as i wish...

sweet 16

monsoon rain had just stopped,gray clouds still covering the horizon
streets were still a bit wet and air ,cool and humid
open laces check skirt canvas shoes
she ran off the school
and was 10 mins before the expected time
it was 10 am and still street lamp was on due to darkness of clouds
she sat on a bench right in front of barista in an old english building
as she was lookin at reflections in small water pools ....
someone whispered from behind
heart beats raced up
they were face to face nxt moment..
smart face denim jacket white shirt ...he could see every droplet on her eyelashes
beautiful nse tip
nose
lips all wet n pinkish
she was upto his shoulders but as she lifted herself,squeezing his shirt
pushing him down
height didnt matter
he wrapped her in his arms,pulling a bit closer
she also slipped her arms around his waist
gently
they could feel the warmth of their smoky breath
she closed her eyes....more excited then nervous
as he touched her lower lip
her arms tightened the grip
toes lifted a bit more
her body was kind of trembling in excitement

1

people couldnt accept him as it is.
he changed..changed with wind ...changed with thoughts.....
walkin along with them ..miles ...without any wish or promise ......
and now still walking ..but with sarcastic black road.
thinkin ...should he start again ....
let all go what he got...
or is what he lost far important den these material things
loosin our true signature is painful
he wasnt what they saw
he wasnt what he spoke ...
shutting down places.......closing space......
actually he was fading away off his body .....
could feel his own skin rubbing with himself...
trapped in veins and bones
difficult to walk...difficult to breath.......
he has seen people dropping their knees ..... he hated them.
he has seen people with moist eyes...... but never crossed eyelashes to look inside .....