Behind....

Behind a beaming smile ,

There’s a hidden tear ,

Behind a brave persona ,

There are overcome fears ,

Behind a thundering applause ,

There is a toiling hard ,

Behind those big bold talks ,

There’s a feeling dark ,

Behind that vivacious life ,

There’s a wrenching pain ,

Behind those well polished wrap ups ,

There’s a refrained strain ,

Behind those dark kohl eyes ,

There’s a concealed scar ,

Behind prevailing peace ,

There’s long forgotten war ,

Behind every new sunrise ,

There’s a melancholy dark ,

Behind grey hovering clouds ,

Awaits a thundering light spark ,

Behind an accomplished chore ,

There remains an unfinished whole ,

Behind those flesh laden bodies ,

There’s an unscathed pristine soul .

                                      

                                           

When....

When shatters a long lived hope ,

Pierces pain deep within ,

Replacing words with silence ,

Still quietly the forbidden heart screams .

When breaks an impregnable trust ,

Faith simply bursts apart ,

Spilling all over preserved beliefs ,

Feelings slowly depart .

When eyes open up one day ,

Recognizing  disillusioned fate ,

Unveiling those obscure masks ,

It’s never just too late .

When wishful dream flees ,

From confines of a clenched fist ,

Times to come seems envisioned ,

Beclouded up with mist .

Still have to carry on ,

Still have to walk along ,

For awaits a better tomorrow ,

Bejeweled in soulful songs…

                                                  

New Roommate...

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Suhas’s old room mate had left and the land lady had assigned the room to some one new. Suhas was completely unaware of this person who was going to storm into his life unlike anyone else before .

So, his new roommate arrived with his luggage .

“ Hi.. I am Rohan “ he said with a smile .

“ Hello.. Suhas “ Suhas replied while shaking hands .

Things went on fine for just one night . But the real persona behind that gentle smile got unwrapped with no time loss .

Next day morning ….

Suhas : “ Rohan please come out of the bathroom soon ,I need to reach office a bit early today “.

Rohan : “ k…”

He came out after 45 mins after replying  “ k “ a numerous times .

Same day evening ….

Suhas : “ Please reduce the volume of the TV …I am not feeling good …want to sleep “.

Rohan : “ k…”

The TV continued to entertain it’s owner over more than an hour before finally deciding to go to into deep slumber .

After two days….

Suhas : “Rohan please don’t put your things on my study table , there’s no space to place my laptop”.

Rohan : “ k…”

But he never took his belongings .

Suhas to the land lady : “ Aunty I think I really can’t get along with that new person …please change my room or his “ he said in a pleading voice .

Land lady : “ k… just few more days beta …then I will arrange everything “.

Few more days passed…

Poor Suhas was left deserted in the same room with the same roomie .

So , Suhas decided …he had it enough . Either Rohan’s leaving or he’s leaving .

That day evening they had  a long argument and finally Suhas spelled out ….

Suhas : “ Just get out of this room” ….he said fuming in anger .

Rohan : ” k…”

Few more days …

Suhas came back from office . A feeling of disgust spread across his face when he saw that guy sitting on his bed and watching some irritating comedy show in a very high volume .

Next day ….

Suhas with luggage in his hands : “ Here’s the key “.

The TV’S volume was resonating in the background .

Rohan  : “ k…”

                                        

We Don't ....

                             " This post is for Write Tribe ...Day 6 ...55 Fiction "

                                               

  She stormed out of the room blabbering everything  that crossed her mind

  They don’t bother about me, they don’t think about me ,they can’t even understand what I want

  You know what Mom …you  just don’t care 

  Ya…we don’t ….that’s why we picked you up from those thorny bushes decades ago... she mumbled to herself

                                                      

Get Inspired....

                  This post is for Write Tribe's ...Day 5 ...Theme " Inspire ".

                                                      

                                  

With unfaltering rays rises up the sun ,

Radiating it’s shine over the horizon ,

In quite gentle steps the moon walks back ,

Devoid of any qualms like an obedient chap ,

If those white watery clouds wishes to dance ,

Readies mother earth to take in her embrace ,

Those naughty honey bees  buzzes all over ,

Blossoms up the daisy shedding off covers ,

When  the wind flows amongst the bamboo lands ,

Rambles  our harvest joining in hands ,

As ripens on trees that tasty mango green ,

In unison the lovely cuckoo sings .

Some times in life when we get tired ,

Of  walking all alone or  plans getting backfired ,

If dreams seem to crumble and feelings fumble ,

Spreading across a lamentable gloom ,

Wait for few moments  ,

And just look around .

A beautiful balance is preserved in silence ,

Free from complains and free from pretense ,

Those undeclared understandings ,

Those unsaid promises kept ,

Inspire us ,

To take a new step ,

To believe and trust ,

In “ HIS “ obscure plans ,

Keeping our faith intact ,

Maintaining our calm .

Each time in life when we get stifled up in layers ,

There remains a thousand reasons ,

To just get inspired .

                                                

                             

Together...

She put down her luggage on the berth and waved good bye to her father .

Unclear chatters flowed in , relieving her with the presence of women co-passengers .

Settling down near the window she started to feel the gentle breeze on her face that seemed to play with her random brown hair .

Moments like these were her favorite coz they gave her  freedom to dive deep into the world of her thoughts.

Time seemed to pass on with the rolling wheels on the track .

Having gotten engrossed in a new book ,she was completely unaware of some one’s presence near her .

Hesitantly she raised her head to find a guy about her age standing with a bottle of water .

“ Oh …is this yours “…” I am sorry “…. She spelled out in haste .

“ It’s fine…no issues …I prefer hovering around on this wheels in motion “ he said and vanished leaving behind the bottle .

The sun had started shining radiantly and the pantry boys had delivered the packets .

“ So ,you enjoy reading or is it just a travel companion ? “

Faint lines of disgust could be clearly seen on her face , she hated being disturbed from the dwellings of a book .

“ I love reading “ she said in a crude manner , “ Me too “ came a prompt reply .

Next summer ….

The train screeched to halt in a station during the wee hours of the morning .

The cold wind gushed in through the slight space compelling her to wake up .

With lazy eyes she looked out of the window when someone familiar caught her attention .

Their visions coincided freshening up the morning with a gentle smile .

“ You want one  “ he asked offering her a cup of tea warmed up with emotions .

“ So , you a doc …don’t worry I saw your medical books previous time “.

“Oh !” and  “ You “…”she asked , “ Me too but of the non living ones that has stormed into our private spaces decades ago”.

They burst into laughter disturbing the sound sleep of fellow passengers .

Few summers more….

She put down her luggage on the berth , the train’s siren resonated across signaling it was time for departure.

And together they bid goodbye to their in laws .

                                                             

Relations .....

This post is for Write Tribe's Festival of Words....Day 3 " Free Write "

So , where did it start ? In the classroom , in the college bus , in the workplace or in a festival . Don’t  remember  where .

But it started somewhere. When we bumped into each other . Accidentally stumbled upon .Was it predestined or a mere coincidence . Don’t even know that .

What happened there on… wasn’t just a coincidence rather honest efforts. Not one way but both .

The first time we met ,you remember …absolute strangers we were . One of us threw a reluctant smile . One of us stretched that hand first .

Then it slowly grew . Over moments ,over days, over months ,over years .  And today here we are…Together .

Sometimes they ask me “Who you are ? Why am I so close to you ? “ “Why Did I choose you , when there were much better and more deserving people around . Sometime even you ask me the same .

I get drowned in confusion . Not because I don’t have an answer . But because I don’t have an absolute answer .

I have always felt , there can’t be any absolute reasons for liking someone , for being with someone ,for getting along with someone . 

What do you think...can there be any ?

Sometimes they ask  “ What relation I have with you ? “

Again I get perplexed . Not because I don’t have an answer for them . But because I don’t have with myself.

In which relation shall I tie you up with . Are you my brother , my sister , my colleague , my senior , my mentor or just a friend .

If I give this thing between you and me a name… I feel …I confine your role to just one.  What about all other roles you played . Can I deny that .

Being protective like a father , caring like a mom ,irritating like a brother ,sharing like a sibling , guiding like a teacher , confining like a friend and loving like a beloved .

So , how can I limit in just one .

Sometimes they ask “ What am I gaining with you ? “ Name ,fame , prestige ,wealth …What ? “

“ What is that pulls me to you ? “

I can’t answer that . Not because I don’t have one . But because I don’t know which one to mention .        I know they  won’t  get satisfied with my reply . They have never been .

But , today… I want to ask .

Why do we get along with someone ? Why do we choose them ? Why do we scribble just one person’s name in our school notebook as our best friend ? Why do we like to call someone whenever we find time ? Why do we remember only that someone when we are in trouble ? Why his/her face flashes in our mind when something special happens to us ?...good or bad . Why that lone voice gives us peace ?

And why does that make us feel we aren’t  alone  . Someone’s out there to hold us if we fall back  .

They say what are the Gains … Are these business deals / partnerships for a big venture where we need to take calculated moves ….  Analyze  profits and losses .  

No , these are Human Relations .

Unbounded by the confines of our lives . Pure and free flowing just like a stream .

Crossing every boundary to join the Divine Sea .

I scribbled whatever came to my mind in 20 mins ....

Sheer Silence....

In sunshine or in rain ,

Losses or in gain ,

In persistence or absence ,

Peace or in distress ,

In happiness or in screams ,

Dried up or in gleam ,

In daylight or in dark ,

Dullness or in spark ,

In love or in hatred ,

Blue or beaming red ,

Today or day after ,

What matters is your laughter ,

Those talks and those babbles ,

Those meaningless annoying  squabbles ,

Everything’s filled with obscure essence ,

But ….

What kills is sheer silence .

                                                

Twenty Years....

                                                        

He had walked out for reasons unknown .

Those years of growing up was flavored with the love of a single parent.

She never inquired but an unanswered question dwelt deep in the confines of her mind .

Today ,  lying down on the hospital bed , her memories traversed back to those days of togetherness .

How desperately she wished  him to be with her today .

“ Ma’m …You got a visitor “.

She turned her head slowly , awaiting for her visitor to come along .

Her eyes met His .

A fragile curve adorned her lips filling up the gloom of Twenty  years .

                                        

                                                       

Journey....

The gleesome morning rays ,

Touched her soft face ,

Coercing those lazy eyes  to open up ,

And take the new dawn in her sweet embrace .

Shiny  glistening drops of water ,

Clung  to her  ,

Not wanting to  splatter ,

Giving her a mild pat ,

Her siblings announced  ,

For a new journey was to start .

That  docile gentle one ,

Got plucked in the next instance .

 Enjoying  the modest breeze ,

Between her tender arms ,

She lived those very moments ,

Forgetting  old qualms .

Having arrived in a new place ,

Brushing off the journey  stress ,

She eagerly awaited to get strung ,

In that vivacious garland ,

That’s devoted to the Lord .

Every morn .

Secretly she had wished to unite with Him ,

Crossing mighty hills and every flowing stream .

Her white delicate face ,

Slowly brightened up ,

Letting her to relax a bit ,

Her journey was about to stop .

Bundled up in a pair ,

When her gaze met  His ,

Enamored she was in a divine feeling ,

As her wait finally ceased .

                                  

                                          

My Loving Friend ....

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

                                                   

Pristine are your feelings perplexed my thoughts ,
Confused and bewildered preparing to go rot ,
Like a savior you appear over the horizon ,
Embracing me with care interpreting hidden emotions ,
One day I would come breaking all trends if not for anyone else for you my loving Friend .