A journey...

I stood amidst the dense trees

And I saw you standing tall with glee

With grace in your walk and smile on your face

Thanking my lucky stars, I made my way.

“Who are you?” I asked

“Messenger of love” you said

You are my way across the forest, I thought

But my lucky stars had something else to say.

We met many people on our way,

Good people, wrong people, Naïve people, humble people.

People came hither and thither, but you remained there,

by my side, fulfilling my stars prophecy.

You spoke about, one of your kind,

Walking beside you all the time,

Invisible to me, but visible in your thoughts.

Afraid of losing you, I caught hold of your fingers.

A lone traveler joined in,

new to the valley and new to the people.

A little group formed merrily,

with the forest edge coming in our sight.

Our eyes hit a bright light,

Strange were they, called as light of life.

You stood there, saying

“Here ends my journey.”

Traveler and I stood there rooted.

A loud rumble followed by a divine voice spoke,

“O man of land”, our eyes looked up.

Fairies high in the air, singing your glories.

For you are the lucky charm,

Bestowed upon me by my lucky stars,

To help me out in the darkness of life,

And take me to the heavens of memories.

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Memories. From darkness to memories. From a stranger to a friend. To my dear friends, i only wish that i have you all the time by my side.

An angel of the sea...

I will wait for you by the shores,

While you go around the world,

Because I am the dweller of the land,

And you are an angel of the sea.

I will stand behind you,

Remaining invisible to the world

Because I am your shadow,

And you are my living part.

I will sit beside you,

Listening to your unspoken words,

Because I am your thoughts,

And you are my creator, my heart.

I will search for you in the crowd,

Although you may have gone far away,

Because I am the dweller of the land,

And you are an angel of the sea.

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Poetry. More the beautiful ,more it is difficult to write (for me, atleast). Am not a poet, never been one. The length, the meter, the lines, the words may be wrong, but this is what i wish to express. Hope its good.

Rekindled

Three years ago, the day I heard from him, it was a normal day, a day when nothing unusual would happen. It was all monotonous from the start. He left me a message. The message said, “Give me your number” and below, there was his number scribbled. So, what did his highness want from the lesser mortals? Among our many friends, he was the genius. Many might have fallen for him and I was one among many. I was excited.

            After weighing my chances, after hours of practice, I ringed him. I was all nervous and fear ran down my spine. He picked it up and spoke in his deep voice. I tried to sound straight but i was melting under his voice. We spoke and i knew the inevitable. I am in love.

There were times, when i was just a pace away from telling him, but i felt embarrassed. We stayed as friends. For the outside world, it was a mere friendship. He would be my friend in need and i would be his friend indeed. We lived like friends for the outside world. It was me, who lived a different life inside. I would fantasize conversations with him, would expect someday he will realize what I thought of him. I would badger him for silly things. I never knew what he thought. We were distances away, but for me, he was besides me, caring, helping and looking after me.

Days turned into months, months turned into few years. We were on good terms and i was on the edge. I realized love isn't just about being couple; love can be between two humans sharing varied relationships. I looked upon him as my inspiration. He was my listener, he was my mentor, he was my guide and he was my valued friend. The feelings were mutual. I loved him with all my heart but I could never define it. What is he to me, the answer is unknown and wanted it to remain the same forever.

I am living my life again, a corner of my heart beating just for him. I received a message today. His name brought with itself strong tides, pushing me towards my edge. An electric shock passed in me and the fire was rekindled. 

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My passion got rekindled, and here i am back after a long break. Love stories, i like them a lot. It has got a huge range for imagination. Everyday life, thoughts, collected again. Hope that it is good.