Songs by the ocean

I wrote a song, but I cannot sing it.
Not to me, Not to anyone.

I wrote a song, but I won't be humming it.
Not even when I am alone.

I wrote a song, I would love to play some strings to it.
No, but I cannot, not even if I tried.

I wrote a song, I wrote it to hear it by the oceans.
I wrote a song, I wrote so waves add some tunes to it.
I wrote a song, but I travel to oceans no more.
But I wrote a song, I wrote it none the less.

I wrote a song, to bring me calm.
But I cannot sing it. Not to me, not to anyone.

I wrote a song, a song which doesn't rhyme.
But I wrote a song, I wrote it none the less.

I wrote a song, I wrote it for you.
You, my love.
I wrote a song, I wrote it for me.

So I can be the words.

I wrote a song, so we can get lost in it's music.
Music by the ocean, you can play some strings to it.
I wrote a song & I wrote it for us.
Won't you sing it to me?

One of those nights.

As we know by now, so no one really dies. Not unless you make an outrageous attempt, too many sympathies for those who would ever do that. Your life is to be loved & cherished, another individual can't give it meaning, some good company along your journey maybe?

Yet all of us have been through the routines of our highs & lows, some big hard blows. One of these nights creep in, where you look for meaning in everything, when the what if's rule much more than any of the good things about life. You crave for the familiar warmth that soothes your soul, those soft whispers, that mad laugh, that precious moment when all was well with the world. You wonder whether things are right with a bygone past or you just failed at realizing your last reconciling attempt. The sweet could have beens, maybe always sweeter in our heads. Still, an eerie silence of nothingness keeps you awake, it's sometimes darker on such nights. A stark reminder on your life today; good, ok or nice, but not really there yet. Time drifts at most painstaking speed, Albert & his relativity. Slowly comes a moment to kill it all, what would we ever do without music on such nights? That small joy & sadness bundled into one song, mixing all your worlds and taking you away from this bitter one.

Music, play on, I need to be back in my usual happy place, coz that's where I belong.

An evening to remember

So there was a moment in our lives when most of us became skeptical. To a downright point of mistrust in anyone else who might ever come close to us. The best way we do this is, by building a nice, strong, sturdy wall around us. It helps. It hurts less. It serves the purpose of keeping ourselves less vulnerable.  What often is most painful about a relationship not working out is that we share our deepest secrets of life with someone, even then it’s not good enough for them to stick around. We feel exposed. The person knows us, in all its sense and still wants to part ways. Well, it’s tough. A part of us is shattered and it’s never the same. But what’s more disappointing than this is, when we start conceding with life, with happiness, with feeling true to ourselves. Compromising is an easier way to live.

Breakups happen. Life is much bigger, beyond that. It is about what we learn from our experiences, but a knock or two changing the course of what we believe in or how we connect with someone will get us anything but joy. In protecting ourselves from all the bad, how can we forget the first pure euphoria. That selfless feeling of two people being there for each other. That one perfect evening when you were falling for someone, and you were not the only one. The evening lingers, the moments, the memories you made, it made it all worth. All the negativity in the world melted in warmth and an enduring smile of someone by your side. Life rocks you to your very soul. It is in that moment, splendid best.

Such a feeling is not worth giving up, in the deepest corners of yourself, you know that. You owe it to that one evening when all was perfect, you shouldn’t take anything less than that in life. Open your heart, and you have many more memories to make.  

Love

You know that soft kiss on your pink cheek,

every sunshine morning?  

I want to do it for you.

 

You know that holding your hand when you need it,

Understanding; without speaking a word?

I want to do it for you. Really.

 

You know that me behaving silly just to crack you to laugh,

on your hollow dark night?

I want to keep doing it for you. Always.

 

You know that dream of someone special you wanted,

Looking just at you and smelling your hair?

I want to do that for you. Forever.

Forever.

 

But not now, not any more.

Go away You,

For I have no Love to give,

To you or anyone.

55wordstory II

My love affair with 55wordstory continues. As mentioned in my previous post, everyday the story is based on a different theme as tweeted by @vivekisms. I have found a new fun way to write consistently. Compilations of the 55 words stories I wrote in the last few days. Hope you enjoy it.

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Theme - #Gravity

Baffled, the ruffle haired stared at his equations; digging into the
universe; within him and outside.
He had answered them all, until these new strings came up.
These mechanics are indispensable. Questions; he starts again.
The theory of everything; Yes; Unified theory.
Albert looked back at Relativity once; perfect. Quantum throws back
the mystery – Gravity.
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Theme - #Blood

They were celebrating outside on the streets last night. Bastards.
Cried; stared at the television. His sacrosanct. Merciless pricks.
“How dare they Demolish it.”
Stormed. Vowed. Revered path.
Chameleoned; calm face entered the angry mob. Flashing the blade; stabbed his nervous sword deep. Guts of that stranger in saffron band poured; first blood.
7th December,1992. Bombay.
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Theme - #Boredom

Musky; sweaty. The hot room was filled with passion and her sighs.
She loved it on the wilder side; crazy. She loved him more.
His eagerness; want; rise for conquest. Her naughty grin; deep kiss; love cries.
YES. Now.
Victory fingers; cocky laugh. He lit his cigarette.
Her sexy blue eyes; faked it. Her boredom.
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Theme - #Silver

Adjusting the black rimmed spectacles on his wrinkled nose; he analysed the peculiar trend on the charts hanging in his old office.
Dispised; short gains, impatience, corporate show.
He invested in 130million ounces of Silver at 18yrs low prices. Warren Buffett of Berkshire Hathway was to become the richest man in the world a decade later.
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Theme - #Seduction

He whispered in her mind. To her desires; her fantasies.
Chuckle; how he would naughtily play with her hair; her lips. Devour
her with his hungry eyes.
Anger; Pounding heart needily gave away to his pleading face. Puppy dog.
He was drug in her veins. Sonam sipped her wine; dark red; staring at
her fiance's best friend.
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Theme - #Taste

Tempting; slurped staring at the forbidden fruit. *maybe its yum*
Watery; his tongue dripped saliva and curiousity knew no bounds.
*The coast is clear*; his sly eye had moved around the room.
Leaning forward; he happily grabbed and swallowed. Smile.
2 yr old Aaquib felt weird and panicked at tasting his shiny coin.
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Theme - #Fight

Quietness; broke with the shattering glass.
“Do you care? You have to do more for this relationship.” Aarvi sobbed.
Assertive; Rajat held her tightly in his arms and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“I will make us work. Promise sweets.”
An indifferent silence poisoned his last marriage.
Life’s different today.
They fight; they love.
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Theme - #Possessions

Intrepid; fiery; he walked.
Strategic; brilliant; changed the game.
Valiant; ambitious; conquered terrains.
Handsome; ruthless; Won or destroyed paths and beings.
Emperor; Great - his wealth; his armies; his reign.
Deathbed; coffin; wished his hands dangling out.
Alexander,"....I came to this world in empty hands and I will leave this world
also in empty hands."
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Theme - #Distance


Her trembling heart waited for a familiar voice. Tensed palms clutched
an unanswered phone tightly.
Hopeless love reassured her mind of the innocent promises made under
the saffron skies; he held her hands; touched her soul. Nothing will change.
Nervous clouds engulfed the moonless night.
Ringing.

A beautiful voice greeted; called-out,

”Love, Nikita from India.”
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*smiles* *raises eyebrow for reactions*

Words -55wordstory theme.

I secretly enjoy the http://www.55words.blogspot.com/ and finally wrote two stories today. I think its a brilliant concept. Just 55words can say an amazing tale. I have listed my contribution below.

Theme - #Words.

She was his first huge crush. He admired her elegance and poise; her sweetness melted him.

That day in grade VII the English teacher read out his essay on 'The Cobbler'.
"Brilliant write up boy" she complimented.

12 yrs later, he loves writing. He plays with words. And her's; changed his course.

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Theme - #Love and Words.

Their time together was perfect, the smallest experience with her defined passion. The evening was drenched in wine, in Love.
Their eyes met in naughtiness; sparks flew;
strung the melody in him.
Her smile; dipped in sweetness of honey; lit the moon.
He would do anything to bring the happiness back.
Words glorify past. Stop.

*raises eyebrow* *smiles*

The bygone evening'

My heart was drenched inside me, one of those occasions when I felt choked. Another person couldn't convince me to feel otherwise during that moment, my view of the world and what I need to live on was very focused to one singularity, wrapped in a fiery passion and calm likeness, my love for the woman. The hustle bustle around the eve, gave me a little rip inside of not being able to spend the time with her, not being her man. I was head strong determined to take the fact as it seemed and spent the time being deluged in me, music and poetry.

Fast forward, this time around, I had a calm night sleeping through, hurried rush to office and trying to get on top of an unconquerable deadline. I have illusions sometimes that I can please my boss because I am good at my work. Twitter buzzed through the day, with love quotes, a few singles who hated this commercialisation of love, some happy to have settled in and calmed down tweeples who correctly mentioned everything as love through the day, and others who did not want to be left out; shared 'simply the best' urls about love. I felt good around few genuine and excited people, it is nice to be able to celebrate their mutual love and relationships. Its alright to even have a separate day for it; well knowing busy mad lives we live.

Besides trying to catch up on unending analysis of data on boring' excel sheets during the eve, I simply enjoyed flirting with a quick thinking woman I know. I feel sexy; and immensely confident around my wit. I believe overall it was a good Valentine's for a single and uncommitted man, life is still open for endless possibilities actually. Some thrill, excitment and passion still awaits in the times to come. Let it roll.
*smiles* *raises eye brow*

5 years of Love.

I really feel good even today as much as I did exactly back on 7 Feb 2007 when I first had you - my ride, my bike, my babe. Sure you break down more often now, bug me, make me helpless, land me up in middle of a highway and refuse to budge. But Thank you for the countless great times i have had, the power, the assurance I have felt, the freedom I have lived, the new roads, the journeys I have discovered. You took me out of my shell and threw me into the world to try, explore, discover and live. There is a feeling which I think only some other bikers can associate with it, a deep gratitude, love and faith. Cheers for the fabulous 5 yrs and the wonderful times to come.