I know, it's long enough to scroll But I just wanted to write this story. And also it's a piece of fiction. ------------------------------------------
College fest sometimes can be really exhausting. From past three-four days, I've been really busy with these event stuffs, but my favourite part is yet to come. I've always been an outgoing person and love parties, and after parties have always been my thing.
I was in a cab continuously scrolling my instagram solely to ignore traffic peeping outside. My phone vibrated, "I can't attend the party, Sakshi. I gotta go for some urgent work", my friend uttered from other side. This made me more exhausted then. Ah! finally, I reached to the place after one hour straight. There were many familiar faces, but no one to commence a conversation with. So, I decided to enjoy my own. I don't know, what sort of trouble was revolving within me, but peculiarly I wasn't enjoying at all. I went to have a glass of wine and glared over the crowd, "Ugh! How exasperating", I mumbled, which again was few and far between. Rolling my eyes off, I preferred silence. I moved towards the balcony area to respire fresh breath. While gazing aloft in the dark sky enshrouded with myriad stars, I caught a sight of a man, who was beholding the sky with much affection. "These stars entail numerous stories, right", I said. "Secrets too", he replied. "They imprison us betwixt pain and pretentious happiness, yet holds something that seems akin treasure, I am Abhimanyu and you? "That something is a relief to gloomy sombre, well, Sakshi Agrahari", I responded.
He was quiet impressive and mysterious. I got utmost curosity inside, but had to be sophisticated. "I shall leave now", I said. Mind having a short walk or cab is more better to you? He chuckled. Walking is healthy, I guess, I said.
We walked streets to streets and he seemed to be more mysterious and an open book simultaneously. He was opening up so much of his heart yet something was hidden inside. And that depicted an amazing charm over his face. I gazed over his face out of astonishment. "Staring at the thing you like", he chuckled. 'Shut up', I denied.
We had a long conversation from his likes and dislikes to all the things he is aiming for. Amidst all the chit-chats, he kept adoring the dark sky and complaining about the stars. "Everyone focuses on stars but what with that dark sky?, he said. Can you elaborate a bit, I asked. Let it be, he replied.
Who says girls are not easy to understand, I mean just look at this guy. It was 2:00 am and I neither was bored of his philosophies nor his fascination. He kept adding some philosophical aspects between all his flirtious and amusing words.
'Icecream', I uttered. He ran with more excitement to have it. "A happy soul", I thought to myself. While relishing my icecream I caught him staring at me. "Staring at the thing you like? I chuckled. Nah! he replied with a smile.
It was 3:30am now, and we were standing in front of my house. "It was nice meeting you, Abhimanyu. Hope to see you soon", I said. "It was an amazing meeting with anyone, Sakshi. Can I...Can I just hug you? he asked. Sure, I replied. And we hugged each other, like there's nothing beyond, not even a tiny space. Then he uttered bye with a line "Do you really have no idea, who actually I am? Is it that important to know? I asked. "You really living beneath the rock", he said. 'Mountains may be', I chuckled. Then he left the place.
It had been five days since then, I had no clue about that guy. I didn't even tried to espy until I came across an article about a billionaire couple getting divorced. Article says:
"This weekend, billionaire couple Ajay Kapoor and Shriya Kapoor announced their seperation after long 35 years of marriage. Life is a journey and it holds lots of ups and downs, with this we've mutually decided to put off the formalization of marriage, statement by Ajay Kapoor. Their single child, Mr. Abhimanyu Kapoor denied facing media and decided to isolate himself after giving an statement "They must have done this way before, I don't know what stopped them for this 35 years. Well, it's there matter, better interview them".
The guy who felt happy soul to me, had lots of agony burried inside. Having huge crowd around, yet that feeling of being left alone, is really traumatic both physically and mentally. I was able to feel his all pains now. I did understood all the philosophies of that night. I wanted to meet him, but had no address to reach him. During deep thoughts of balancing life, out of sudden a voice shrieking my name reached my ears. I went to balcony and there was he, Abhimanyu Kapoor. I called him up and that day he spoke his heart out. He shared all his pain he anguished and how he felt like orphan after having both the parents, since childhood. He enunciated all situations where he found ending life more easy. "Money can't buy all the happiness", he said. Ofcourse, I replied.
Then he disclosed that he is shifting to US for lifetime, as he have some future plans. And he wanted to meet me for the last time and wanted to share every bit of his life. I took a promise from him, to just give a phone call, whenever thought of ending life comes near his head. He left the place with smile on his face.
Till today, we are in talking terms and I yet like his amusing philosophies and secrets of dark sky.
I wonder, if nights are just holding grudges on me, or it's unforgiving to you, too. I always believe in philosophies and in grabbing positive drifts. I concur on being me, the better me to bliss. But, when it comes to you I lose that me, within me. My eyes keep revering those brown eyes which, evinces charm on your face. All the patterns and theories of letting go begins being so vague. You ain't here with me And, I guess You never will. Ahh, ofcourse that smile arc is constant with me, all the day. But this unsaid goodbye makes me sob. I sob harder, as nights still haunt me anyway. I try deflecting all the deplore out of me, by frantically craving sleep. As sleep is the only escape, Escape from the entire 'you'. Then morning sun arises, entailing novice hopes but I keep sleeping. Yes I do. I discern, souvenir won't set me free. Waking up will again bring 'you' to me.
Adrifting in eyeful dream I leer in your eyes. Ardent to walk with you, for my entire life. This life we two live, at same time Allbeit, disparate phases. Just like reading of same book But different pages. Solely if one could slow down, And the other could stride up Someday may be You never know, We could be together. Together, On the same text Escapading the same, Vivid elucidation and Wider panaroma Thereupon, We would read We would walk We would utter the identical line Utterly aligned. schriftsteller_sakshi #pod@writersnetwork@mirakee
A tribute. Long and disjointed. ____________________________________
Grey clouds disregard the thoughts sifting through your mind like the fragrance of unripe mangoes wafting through the swollen breeze, suffused with disconsolation; the mellowed orb loiters stifled in the mist; fervid in a gentle furor of dispassion; in a dawn spun from the smeared silk of the simmer of an ache; like the pulsing warmth of a petal-veined arm; like a river fractured into tributaries.
A pale, dismembered leaf held to a flame; October sighs unprecedented as the air nibbles away in defiance of brumous skies; a frenzied, discoloured levitation; a sudden tinge of colour sears through your cheeks, a small rose blooming from a cracked, beige pavement; and a smile hangs loose from the corner of your mouth; a tremble of a caress, your slenders fingers wade the strands of hair off of my temple, the nascent tendrils of a grapevine -
'this,' a faintly-winged whisper.
your voice cascades on the singed fabric of my skin like a rivulet of molten honey; a lilting symphony asunder - with a texture that sifts onto buoyancy, a weight that slips through my fingers like polished ivory; tracing away the creases of the body anew-
'this, and this, and this,' you murmur.
(jagging away in the realm of the forbidden.)
Unhinged in flounder, May muffles in the crucible of conformity; slow and smotheringly; over coffee-stained yellow pages, a faint candle irradiates a honey-coloured shoulder with a faint bruise ashen into laceration; a glittering raindrop sewn to your skin; a sliver of silver, moonlight dances on your wrinkled forehead; a threadbare blanket come undone.
you weave elegies on longing; wounded in collective passivity, fettered and fazed; hovering on the brink of a feigned semblance, succumbing to the tyranny of loss.
a withering dusk of August cradles the base of a lovely throat in calloused hands; like a piece of sandpaper against jagged marble; abrasive beyond substance; you sit beside me on the distempered pavement; a string of staccatoed notes receding in the darkened room. you smile gently against my ear; giddy with freedom.
'this,' you say.
'this, and this, and this.'
(a volition of conniption against injustice. a coffin of love cradled within a pair of commas.)
tonight, a sullen morning of October milks a reverie of loss in its arms; moonlight dances on empty oak desks, a hand-dyed journel sits shimmering in dust at the edge of a rusty drawer; uncreased and unstained and unsullied. a watery-white wreath of words saturates the air; a lace of pearls coming off loose. an ambush of faint prayers, a reverberation of rioting fervour; like petals of a rose unfurling in spring.
(bequeathed by a love so powerful, it purloins you into helplessness.)
A misty face streaked by a string of tears, (like moonlight dancing on a stolen mountain) the air suffused with disconsolation; a voice cracks on the floor like a piece of fine porcelain.
'Do you have any memories of him?'
(a sudden tinge of crimson shading a pale cheek; a broken smile hanging off loose from a rebellious mouth; slender, tapering fingers at the edge of a dusky temple; a ruffled blanket wrinkled along the edges bearing the weight of time; a bruise adorning a honey-coloured shoulder, a lilting symphony asunder; a realm of conformity, a coffin of love.)
in a dawn smeared with loss; the swollen wind traces the creases at the nook of my nape; the pulsing warmth of a petal-veined arm; like a river fractured into tributaries.
One More poem added to this Exquisite Anthology of your life and we hope this becomes the most beautiful poesy you've ever read, but you know what you're an Astonishing poetry in yourself. A Poetry that flows like brook of love and affection through the heart of all those who try to read it.
You're Everything that Metaphors try to express, The Embroidery try to embellish and the most vibrant hues try to beautify. Even the nights envy you for the way you hold your scars and still smile with the gleaming scintilla and The Moon tries to talk with you for she knows that the secrets shared with you will never be leaked.
You're the Empress of whatever you put your hands in, May it is writing proses, Reading, loving, caring and of course Roasting the spammers over here on mirakee (My Personal Favourite).
It's Your Day today and still I've to struggle with my pen to put out it's ink mending words describing you and your Aura, cause the charm you carry in your scintillating eyes is beyond any description, even if I try my best taking help of the best adjectives I won't be able justifying you, You A Beautiful Soul.
To be very Honest I've never seen someone so pure and innocent like a small baby, it's less than 4 months since I know you but still you shared so much of your life with me and gave me love which I can't pay back to in any way possible.
On Your Special Day, I would just pray that You get all the happiness this universe beholds. May the Sun never stop shining over you and guide you in your darkest Days. May You Live Long and Worthy of your life. May You be Blessed with abundant Joy.
I dream of places I've never been to. Of wonders I've never seen before, of people I've never met, of destinations I've been dreaming since ages to reach, of views from the tall buildings of crowded streets and neverending roads. I've been dreaming of learning cosmic mysteries, of stars and moon.
I've been dreaming of creating forever memories in this little infinity, collecting and dancing over small happiness I've been dreaming of becoming a star so bright with full of light. I've been dreaming of things that resonate with my core, flawed but worthy, of endless possibilities of celebrating myself over time each day, every day.
I dream of lying between tainted pages of old novels to feel the emotions of hundreds who once touched it and found their home in it. I dream of reading unpopular fictions, some classics and lots of vintage poems. I dream of touching every art with the same purity as that artist's pureness of creating it.
I dream of making myself as the last person that should matter to myself the most and keep shining in who I am. I've been dreaming of bringing the change, reading all good books out there, being unapologetically me, tracing my fingers over all masterpieces created during times. I've been dreaming to live some memories forever. I've been dreaming of little infinities in this infinite world.
-Richa (And the list continues but here I stop)
PS: Hello Mirakeeans, you can take "I've been dreaming" as a prompt and create your writeups. Let us share our little infinities in words. One liners or to any number of lines, you can write. And don't forget to tag me !! HAPPY INKING I'll check out the submissions till Monday night.
You'll be special to me always. Because you were everything my heart soared along the corners of the classroom doors in the midst of chaos. Do you know that feeling when it rains and all the romantic bones in your frantic little body aches to go outside and get soaked? It was you who made me feel that way. All the little parts of bone tickled around my wild self of seeing you.
It was special To me especially, Because I still remember how my heart skipped a beat when you stood as a love when the pen striked against flames. A stupid game , stupid enough to make me believe that it was destined for you and me.
I still remember the days I looked you around the third bench corners . The way your hair fell across your every time you bent and striking them behind . You'd look at me through the the corner of your eyes and pass on a crooked smile. That smile could make you go weak on legs and certainly pass a chill down your spine.
It was beautiful To me especially Because the first time we met had made a memory sticking in my heart. We fell apart as students and bonded as friends. The journey was quite a haste from friends to lovers.
Both giggled , blushed around those cheeks ,laughed and took care of each other mostly around the balconies of school.
Dates around the recess went wrong ,me talking to much triggered you, you changed around the days you adapted to growth. Said things we shouldn't had ,the things I wish I could take back. My words and the fights not the smile and memories We fought our smallest and biggest fights around those benches of the third rows. You never passed a crooked smile since then I never glared at your lips the same way again. Over which the carrier took a leap. The most beautiful time became a memory to you and me.
I remember , I smile ,I cry. That song we danced to still reminds me of you. I'll dance again but still cry my hurt out.The school uniform carries your scents around the corners of the pinfork . My eyes points at you within seconds every time I look at the class photographs.
You'll be special To me always Because you are what I believe love was. -Radhika
It's 4:00a.m in clock She is waiting for dawn For knock on the brittle ,cold ,velvet sky, Chuckle on branches of trees she observes.. Waiting for first ray to nurture them... She seems holding her own novel to pour the beauty of day in the love and aura of silence.. Air is aural to her presence around.. Warns the sky to begin the painting of canvas sky And somehow the paints are filled with wonders of love... Butterflies starts to dance to hold her smile The aroma of soil delights the love of nature... She sees the opportunity to find answers she weave in her presence around the earthly miracle.. Sun at horizon who hides behind the adorable scene start to give a glorious weather .. She is lost in moment.. And suddenly she wonders to find the stars and forget the morning treasure ..But soon air whispers to her ,“ Stars are lost in depth of sun" Air heals her heart by pouring the love of sun and star ...And holds her cheeks to blush with love of heavenly words.. Slowly the buzzing sound of humanity takeover the beauty of nature... And she starts to pour the memorable moments in book of her heart away from forlorn cage..