Scribblious

Funny how we attach things to sentiments. Or is it the other way around? I can’t really say. If there is something I can say it’s that whenever he looks at the watch on his wrist, which has been guiding him for 5 years, all he can remember is, and I quote, “In order to be successful and to stand out, always think two steps ahead. Plan your next move.” The invaluable advice given to him while putting it on his left wrist before he was leaving for college. Well, leaving home for the first time in particular. It’s not just a watch to him now. It’s an emotion. A statement of pride, faith and love, given to him by his father. And he wears it like a badge of honour. People often have an inclination towards materialism. The expensive apparels, the costly gadgets and other shiny objects whose inherent luminescence blinds them. Left with the grey visions, the sparkles of the world engulf their lives with the blues of desire. It shivers him to the spine, that someday it will get over...

An end beautifully portrayed: I saw you today. You were on the other side of the road, all smiles, and holding hands, about to enter a cafe. And I felt the crowd around me scrutinizing my every move. You might have seen me, or perhaps you didn't, but you turned around and I saw how beautiful you have grown over the years. You were no more a girl, but a lady; and the red blush of your cheeks suggested that you were in love. And I should have been heartbroken at this. Not because you were happy, but because I wasn't its cause. But, I wasn't. I wasn't and I never felt so free before. You walked into the cafe and the door closed behind you and with it the door closed on us , and I wasn't in love anymore. -credit for this Scribblious: Angkur Sharma

Life sometimes gets so messed up that it gets hard for once to recognise oneself in those situations. So it did for me. I know I am using 'did' to refer it as it happened in the past, whereas actually, it bothers me in the present as well. I know it becomes difficult to find inner peace and the person no longer knows what or how he actually was, even though he lives in the past but that's the past that became the very reason for him to become weird at the first place. I don't know how, but somehow out of the blue, in the middle of all that mess and hatred, the "LOST" little guy managed to come up and made me do the right thing. It was a text. I know sometimes things need to be done in person, as in for real rather than being a virtual presence, but I didn't know what would happen if I actually see her. So I texted. "I know I have been weird to you lately, but I should not be this way. I know it has been hard for you too. But it has been uncontain...

<LATE PUBLISH. Original date of writing: February 5, 2017> Sitting in front of the only girl I have ever loved, looking back on those days, all in my head and feeling depressed and angry. She didn't even say a word and I imagined that she said "sorry". Here is what comes next from my mouth, almost as instantly as my mind was making things up... I am not mad at you, I am mad at what you did. Umh..actually....I am mad at you. And not just because of you, its because I m mad at myself too. And by that I am not giving you the green card to move out of the scene; you see it all started because of you and what you did is the primary reason for me being like this. I am mad at not just you and me but at anyone who stupidly enough talks to their "SOUL MATES" < as if that actually means something > in a manner which is nothing but a very over-dramatic display of love, which is no more there & has been all worn off b/w them, just to ke...

I see the winter moon and the starry night. I see a woman, smiling at her child's innocent questions. I see lovers on a long yet finite path, embracing the young love in the winter breeze. I see light from a lamp at the corner of the street, a man holding a photo of her lost wife under it. I see a shopkeeper, waiting for customers in the shivering eve. I see a labour family, parents feeding the new ones. I see my barren arms, once warm with love. I see it all, and yet I see nothing.