Sunday, June 21, 2009

Life of boredom

Personal life, Private life, public life, Professional life
Life with family, life with friends, life with the loved ones, life with enemies
and there is one more, life of boredom. When you get time from all other life, and feel bored. There exist few people there in your life of boredom.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

I want you....

.. is what I say. It comes all over to me when you are not with me. Even for a moment. I feel abandoned. The body feels dilapidated. No strength I could find. Anywhere. I just feel the pain of a sharp cut. I want you is what I say. And find how wrong I am. How significantly wrong I am. I don't want you.
I need you. I need each moment to hold on to you. I need you to live the moment you are away. I need you to rejoice, to hope, to create, to admire, to love. I need you to live.
I dont want you. I need you.

And we move on - Clinging to each other

It was not new. The day, the time, the people around, the lights, the chill air and the rain. Nothing was new. But we move on. Finding the new heights of love, new depths of warmth, new surprises of the moments. 'I love rain' she tells often. And it rains often, when we are together. In the moon lit evening, the sky speaks to us, making the moon light just dim enough with the clouds, hiding the stars, making the wind smooth and cold, pouring the water to make the moment just lovelier and romantic. The black pitch roads are deserted just the water flows and we move clinging to each other. The whole world is ignored, the whole sense of being in the middle of the city is forgotten and we just move on. Clinging to each other. The drops running down the cheeks melt on the lips. She comes closer holding me tight, with her hands resting on the chest, with a almost silent whisper the words are delivered 'I love you'. With the deserving delicacy. Ecstatic I smile, live the moment and admire the precision. The precision of everything at that moment. And we move on. Clinging to each other.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Indifference Hurts

It cuts sharp and it hurts. It hurts right where it hurts the most.
An indifferent disposition, a lax attitude shown deliberately, I believe. Just to show you worth nothing. You just worth nothing. It wont even take a moment to forget you because you have never been remembered. The depreciating love. The wearing out memories. The not so long company. The few good moments. Its not new. Its been there since long, I always ignored it. Now it doe snot ignore me. It catches me right at my eyes. And I just ask one question. Why?

Truly
Abinash