She never cried !

Her parents thought she was an amazing baby;
In spite of the lack of somebody to cradle,
the grandmother wondered why she never cried.

Her brother thought she was an amazing playmate;
In spite of the toddler pinching her hard,
the mother wondered why she never cried.

Her friends thought she was an amazing shoulder to lean on;
In spite of their bitching about her,
the brother wondered why she never cried.

Her husband thought she was an amazing wife;
In spite of him cheating on her,
the friend wondered why she never cried.

Her children thought her as an amazing mum;
In spite of the difficulty they posed in their growing years,
the husband wondered why she never cried.

There came a day when her husband passed away;
In spite of her ill-health amidst this,
the children wondered why she never cried.

The little granddaughter thought she was an amazing grandma;
to have never cried and been so strong all through the years
“You shall be my idol”, she proclaimed.
But when she was being taken away to an old age home,
the little girl wondered why she cried!

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The original poem was written by me way back in 2002. Tried rewriting it with some editions and published in Infy blogs sometime in July.

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Betrayal

 Disclaimer : Posted in Infosys Blog in July.
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Betrayal

The clock struck ten.

He stared at the wooden floor. The yellow lighting of the bulb that swayed, cast long shadows of all the objects around. It was unbelievably quiet. The only noise was the fast breathing of the slender woman in front of him.

She was dressed in a brown flowing long skirt, a white shirt and a brown waistcoat. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with a few strands of hair falling on her face. Her face was what people referred to as angelic. The glow of the light made her face more radiant. In the entire gloomy setting she stood out, like a fair angel.

“Irony”, thought he.

He looked at the horrified expression on the beautiful face.

He told her loudly “Today it will end!”

She took a step forward and looked at him pleadingly. The pained expression of hers was heart wrenching. But, he wasn’t going to fall for that one. In a slow practiced action he yanked his pistol that was tucked behind his back with his right hand and pointed it towards her. It was heavy.

She begged him “Pleaase listen to me! Forgive me. I know I have betrayed your trust but you do not need to do this.”

Seeing no change in his demeanor she continued “We can sort this out. I have acted with best interests in my heart”

“What could I have done John? I was alone and scared. I waited for you. You never came. With every minute I was losing it. I had no other way out. I kept a lookout for you and have always waited. I have always cared for you. You know that. It never ceased!” she cried, the pain in her voice evident.

“Lies”, he bellowed like a mad man as the lightening flashed. It was followed by the heavy rumbling noise of thunder. It was as if hell was unleashing fury on the mortals.

He looked like a man in agony in spite of the anger emanating from his actions.

With a wail, she knelt down and screamed out “O Gods! Spare my poor John of this misery. I can see him caught between sorrow and fury. I am the one who wreaked this wretch upon us both. He needn’t turn into a killer because of the devil in me”, she sobbed.

His arms slackened at the sight of beautiful Margaret looking so pitiful.

In a flurry of movements he saw a metal vase come hurling down at him. He ducked and the vase crashed into the glass table behind him.

Enraged, he stepped forward towards her.

She had seized the opportunity when he had mellowed down, to grab the vase by the low table next to her where she was kneeling and had hurled it at him. What she hadn’t anticipated was his unusually quick reflexes .He had always been slow witted.

Still seated, looking at him recoil, she moved herself backwards with the thrust of her legs and hands which seemed to quiver with fear. She looked pitiful. It seemed so wretched to unleash such wraith on a beautiful creature like her.

His movement further near her made her shudder.

He put his left hand on her head.

Stroking her hair,sighing, he said, “I cannot kill you. Even though you hurled the vase at me, I know you did it out of despair. It brought me out of my madness”.

When she looked at him with a doubt, he knelt in front of her, one leg on the ground and one leg bent, lifted her chin up and said “You are too beautiful to die, my love. Promise to never betray or leave me ever again.”

The contours on her face relaxed and she broke into her enchanting smile.

“Never! Never again shall I hurt you”, she crooned.

He looked into her brown eyes and bent closer to her face.

Truly convinced that she was out of any eminent danger for at least that period of time, she leaned forward to kiss him.

A gunshot that reverberated through the surroundings could be heard the very next moment !

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The survivor looked at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor one last time and walked out of the door.

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A step forward

Those eyes always mesmerized her. That smile always exhilarated her senses.

While the rest of the day passed in a fast blur, those few moments in the evenings seemed to last a lifetime. She couldn’t remember when the wide, sparkling hazel eyes first caught her attention. The combination of the mop of curly black hair, the thin eyebrows, the deep set eyes, the round face, and the chubby cheeks along with the dimples that formed had her hooked .She looked forward every single day to be lost in awe. Those moments added meaning to her life.

Her desire was simple. To yield to the fascination, be able to clasp his hands, to feel his fingers around hers. Just once. Simple desires were out of bounds for her. She did not understand why but she knew she had to comply with the rules and be satisfied with just watching him, which itself was a great joy.

Evenings were cold and his smiles rare. Yet, she waited patiently, without missing a single flutter, just for the warmth that she could garner when those pink lips curved slightly upwards and the otherwise flawless surface of his cheeks was adorned with the dimples.

**

As an orange maple leaf dancing along the wind, came spiraling down at her, she held her hand to catch it. At the same moment out the corner of her eyes she saw his stretched out hands across the narrow path. The leaf settled down between them. She could see his longing eyes as she picked it up.

She felt herself giving away to the alluring image of the hand stretched out towards her. Gathering her guts, she took a step forward only to be reminded by the warnings. Torn between the two, she wistfully looked at him; his smile did the trick. Looking around to make sure nobody noticed, she took slow and steady steps forward. As she reached closer, she felt her breathing get heavy. What if he screamed at her ugliness like others! What if he stopped smiling! No, she couldn’t let that happen. She contemplated throwing the leaf at him and running back when he bent precariously, with outstretched hand.

The last few strides she that took were mostly the fastest and the bravest she had ever taken. Her timely intervention prevented him from toppling down to a fatal fall. He smiled encouragingly. She took a step back from him, and offered the leaf to him on her outstretched palm. She waited for him to pick it up. What happened next astonished her; she wanted to scream with joy as his fingers enveloped her index finger. She stared at his sweet smile in awe. She was delighted to know that he wanted to hold her hand, just like she had always wished. Maybe he was the god’s angel that her mum spoke of.

As she stared into his eyes, and he back into hers, she felt her knees buckle and a warm wave wash over her. The moment seemed to last forever, as though each grain of sand trickled by extra slowly, in the sand clock of time just to let her have the beauty of the moment extended.
A tear trickled down on her cheek. She knew the moment had to end. As she stepped back, he clung to her forward leaning over precariously again.

**

“How dare you?!” a voice screamed out and she found herself on the ground. A loud commotion had issued but all she could remember was the feeling of exhilarated elation a few moments ago.

**

She gave a look of longing out of the window every evening. Her outings to the park had stopped.

**

She didn’t know that the change was because of a letter that had arrived at her doorstep days ago which read

Respected Sir,
In eve of the events that occurred last evening, with two year old Kevin almost being pushed by your daughter to a gruesome fall of the bench which luckily was avoided thanks to the timely intervention of Mrs. Smith, we have come to a definite conclusion. We wish to revoke the permissions we had earlier issued. Your mentally challenged fifteen year old daughter, Arianna will not be allowed to enter the children’s park area hereon owing to the danger she poses. Any violation of the same will result in your evacuation from the society. Considering the fact that you are behind your down payment already, we sincerely request you to keep your daughter away from the other children.

Thanking you,
The president,
The society welfare committee

**

Arianna had taken her step forward while the others are yet to step forward from their hapless circles.

As for Arianna, she lives her life contentedly reminiscing her magical moment when she held Kevin’s hand.

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P.S : While walking back home yesterday evening, heads up, music blasting in my ears I was distracted by a small scream . Turning around I saw a "special child" in crutches; her contorted face broke into a smile so beautiful that my heart melted. For a minute I couldn't gather the guts to look her in the eye. She, a mentally challenged girl , who screamed out of happiness with every step she took, had the heart out to smile at a total stranger. I smiled back at her and resumed sighing sadly at the self centered creatures , the otherwise so called normal people like us have become; worrying incessantly about things that don’t even matter while that girl could smile. Indeed she is a special child.

This post is dedicated to her, whose name I don't know but who taught me something very important yesterday.

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Pellucid

“In spite of the darkness around, I can see your curled up silhouette on the bed.

I wish I could come and hug you while you are in your sweet siesta and you would not know of it!

I wish I could kiss your forehead and run my hands through your hair while you are lost in dreamland.

I wish I could understand what you mumble, see what you see when you lay oblivious of the cruel world outside.

I wish I could hold you close when you shiver in sleep.

I wish I could see you sleep and lose myself in the same somnolence lying next to you”

Sweeping a last glance, she closed the door and took her heavy step stealthily. She was late but, she had no other option. She couldn’t be disposed to do more than this. 

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Hours later, she sighed at the familiarity of the darkness she spent. The same old routine. Each day was different, a new struggle.Yet, they were perennially indistinguishable. 

Lying beside her was he, in deep slumber, the rise and fall of his convex abdomen with each breath he took,  distinct, in spite of the darkness. 

Whether it was cacophonous or alarmingly quiet, she could never figure. All she waited was for the needle to tick by, for the stars to fade, for the first rays of light to appear in the distant horizon 

**

The whispers, the pointing fingers did not bother her. Neither did the lecherous glares nor, the nefarious smiles. They were all obscurely clear yet, pellucidly indistinct. 

The splash of cold water hit her face, washing away her makeup, removing her mask.

The morning babble emanating from the street outside was welcoming.

She could see him clearly now. Nearing him, she brushed off his disheveled hair falling on his forehead. Before she could inch her lips nearer to his closed eyes, he opened them, threw her a look which he did every morning and bolted towards the bathroom. 

Her silence said “You don’t understand now son. But, one day you will.”

There were questions but to her, her life was pellucid.

He would be gone for the day in an hour, and she, back to her mask a while after that. 

Changing from her garish clothes, she put the money she earned the previous night into her savings box and set to make breakfast for him before he dashed off to school.

He would devour what she was about to cook for him forgetting everything else. He would be her beloved boy again, unadulterated for those few moments. 

A contended smile danced on her lips as she hummed a beautiful tune. 

**

P.S : Been ages since I posted. By ages I mean ages ! *Sigh* Hoping to bring this page back from the dead.

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The right path

Two.. Three.. Four... There were just 11 more steps.
‘ I can do it’ he thought , ‘ unless I stumble down’. He drudged further in the pitch darkness. He counted again. There was a right turn after 5 more steps. The clock chimed and he counted. Two rings. So it was two o clock in the night. He had to reach the top within 15 more minutes. This was his last opportunity. He raised his left hand a few inches and tried feeling the wall. He couldn’t reach it. This meant that he was too much in the end. Only a one-side wall supported the staircase. The other side opened to thin air even without a hand bar. A few more centimeters to the right, he would topple down the six floors that he had climbed with so much risk. The risk factor was not just because of the darkness or because of the dangerous steps but there was the enemy to be counted too.

Praying to the Lord for strength and success , step by step he shifted to the left such that his arm rubbed to the hard stone wall. The rough wall was bruising his elbow, which had started to bleed, but he couldn’t shift rightward. The steps were just wide enough to accommodate one thin person. He took a right turn after 3 more steps. More carefully he went further and finally reached the terrace. Heaving a sigh of relief , he crouched down hoping none of his housemates would see him. Crawling stealthily on his knees he reached the other end of the terrace.

He stood up and felt the height of the wall. It came up to his waist. Carefully he climbed on to it. He could felt the cold air hitting him and shivered. He felt around the sleeves of his left hand making sure that there was a circular button. ‘ Ammi how do I know which is the red shirt?’, he had once asked his mother. ‘ Amir beta, Your red shirt has circular buttons on the collar, white shirt has such a button on the edge of the sleeve, the green striped one..’ she had replied making sure that he memorised it all. His mother had not just taught him to be independent; she had also inculcated him with values. ‘Beta, Allah has not given you eyesight but he has given you a heart to choose. Always choose the right path and his grace will be with you’ she had told him again and again.

Now he realized his Ammi was way too idealistic. Helped by his Abba and other uncles the nijahud-ins fighting for their religion had taken refuge in their house unknown to the Indian military. He had heard his cousins go away to their camp once they were of age to do the right thing for their Allah and their religion. Ever since they had taken shelter things were not the same anymore in his house. He remembered the happier days when there was love and laughter. But now there was a gloom that had descended. It all started when Abba’s old friend Mustaan -ji had appeared at their doorstep one night. Two days their guest had watched them silently. One evening when all the elderly had gathered around, Mustaan-ji had addressed them all. His raspy voice had given the little Amir an unknown fear. He was too young to understand what the aggressive speaker had meant but till this day he could remember the final words.
‘For Allah to love us we should write the lord’s name in blood, the blood of the people of this country who have wronged us.’ were the cold words that had sent chills through Amir’s body. Later that night, away from everybody when he was being tucked into bed he asked his mother ‘ Ammi doesn’t Allah love us all equally for what we are as long as we love him ?’ . Before she could reply ,He heard his father ordering him to sleep and not to question elders.

The next morning when he woke up everything was changed. There was gloom and an unknown urgency in the voice of his family members. Till this day it had ever remained so. Ammi was very sick and bedridden but Abba wouldn’t let a doctor visit their house nor would he take her to one. With each day, Amir listened to the increased coughs from his dear Ammi. Her voice was always in pain and this pained him. He decided that Allah dint love him enough and it was his turn to do something so that he would get all the blessings to save Ammi.

Standing on the rooftop he checked his pajama pockets and felt the circular shaped item in one pocket. He could hear the distant sound of marching. So it was just a few minutes before when the country’s soldiers would march by their street for their nightly parole. he took out the item from his pocket. He recalled how some person had instructed others to use the bomb when necessary. They were planning to attack the various cities and were preparing crude bombs in his house. Nobody had ever doubted them because of their clean backgrounds. Also his Abba was a renowned lecturer in a good college. The nijahud-ins were to leave the house at daybreak and travel to various places and time their attacks.

Amir heard the nearing footsteps. He had to throw the bomb in his pocket at the direction of the soldiers’ footsteps. He had never before missed his aim when he threw stones at the dogs when they barked at him. He prayed feverently that he wouldn’t miss it this time too.He had worn the white shirt so that they could spot him easily. His plan was simple. He would attack them and they in turn would come in large numbers to his house and seize everything. This way he could save the hundreds of innocent people, which was the right thing to do. He waited. Took the Lord’s name and proceeded.

And then there was an explosion.

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The soldiers took aim and shot at the boy and watched him fall down. Lieutenant Sandesh saw the horror as the Deputy told out loud and clear ‘ Look at the bastard. Not even grown a beard and he threatens our country. God alone knows from where these filthy people come. Come lets go in and finish off the older bastards who have given birth to such vermin.’

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There was babble of voices. Nothing was clear. There was a blinding light that he had never before felt. A smooth voice that called out ‘ Amir beta, are you awake?’ . Surely it must be Allah taking care of him thought Amir.. Would he be still blind or would he be able to see the Almighty, he thought.
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Lieutenant Sandesh saw the anticipating look on the boy’s face and said, ‘You are very safe, beta. Lie down and take rest’
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That morning of the fight when there was flashlights shone on the boy’s face, Lieutenant Sandesh clearly recognized the face. He had wandered around the house several times wearing a fake beard and seen this blind boy sitting alone. Once he had found the boy fallen asleep in the hay bale. The boy was murmuring in his sleep that he had to do right and save the innocents from the devils in his house. He reported it to the higher officials and they had asked him to befriend the boy to find out more. As he watched, his interest and affection towards the boy had grown. He had decided to take a step further and start talking to him but that was when this incident occurred. Seeing the boy being shot at, he felt an urge to save the boy and immediately informed the higher authority. He personally went and picked up the boy from the terrace floor and rushed him to the hospital.

There had been an exchange of fire and explosion between the housemates and the commandos. The house was completely destroyed and none of the inmates had survived. But he wouldn’t let the boy be an orphan. He would've have a home, be cared for.

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Await

I've long been awaiting in the dark,
At every little sound I hark.
With anxiety, my heart is pounding
My eyes are forever anticipating
a silhouette of you, my soldier.
The lamp sheds no light for me
Its for you to reach here
So that once again our lives can adhere.



P.S: I saw the painting in my dreams and tried to replicate what i saw.

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The final Victory

‘Carl….’

‘Em ? Listen .. Wait !! Don’t walk away. We need to talk alright?’

‘About what? There’s nothing to talk about. Lets get to work.’ Flexing her hands and crouching she said ‘Ready ?’

‘ Easy..!!!’ said Carl desperately , ‘ Please listen to me once’

Emesme looked at the handsome man in the tuxedo staring at her. She hated that particular stare of Carl. It made her existence complicated. She wanted to run to him and let go of everything else she valued but deep inside she knew she could never lead such a life. She was born to do the work she was doing. It gave her peace and it gave her the satisfaction that she was on top of the world.

‘ I’ll give you 2 minutes’ said Em

Carl took a step closer and put the strand of hair falling on her face behind her ear. He could feel her breathing get heavy.

She was the most beautiful and the most intriguing woman he had met. He had had a million affairs. The rest were just dolls compared to her. They were dumb and were like gadgets to be used whereas she was challenging. Intelligent. The a perfect rival for him.

He remembered the first time he had met her. He had been beaten for the first time in his life. The antique worth over 2 million dollars was his target and he had had months of planning to get. By the time he could lay his hands on it he sneezed and by the blink of his eye he saw that she had the piece in one hand a spray in the other hand and the look of satisfaction on her face.

Then had started the cat and mouse game between them. They were rivals in every sense. Whichever con game he played, she was the perfect opponent. Both had equal scores against each other. He hated her. He was drawn to her. He was the best man at planning and getting away. No other person had ever come close to his way other than her.

He had so gotten used to seeing her plotting for the same price as he that once he waited for her arrival, near one painting that he was supposed to steal . After a long wait he realized that she was not going to come and started to walk away dejected not wanting to take the glory of it without a proper game. And just as he had turned his back she sprang from the ceiling dressed in black and snatched the painting from the secure walls.

With each passing check mate that they had issued each other he knew that their desire to belong to each other had grown. It became an obsession. Just the proximity in which they operated would get their heart thumping. It was painful to know that his both passions were colliding. The passion he held for his con and the passion for her. He knew which was greater and decided to end it all.

‘Your time is running out’ uttered Em.

The scent of her breath got his hormones rushing. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure that both of them could experience only with each other. They were soul mates. Part of the soul that was caught inside each of them was throbbing to unite. He could wait no longer. Neither could she.

‘We have played enough with each other darling. Lets start something better than what we are caught up with’, said he.

The honey timber like voice of his made her melt. She started to say ‘You really think I get …’ he interrupted her placing his mouth on hers.

That was the end of the discussion. Hours later, with both their physical selves exhausted but the desire still burning deep, they realized what they were meant to be for each other. Their love and passion for each other was insatiable. They could go on like this forever.

She got up from among covering herself with the sheets. He pulled her back kissed her deeply and said ‘Let me fix u a drink baby’

He fixed two glasses of martini with a dash of lime. He asked her ‘ Do you want some add on ?’

‘ Yeah put a das of sweet syrup in both of them and you’ll see the difference it makes from the drink you have mixed’

He came back with the glasses and carefully climbed in to the bed. She smiled at him and thanked him.

‘Lets drink for us baby’ said he and she came forward and kissed him so passionately that he wanted to throw away and get back to heaven.

‘Yes Carl’.

They toasted ‘To Us’, and took a sip each.

‘ Hmmm Em, I dint know sugar could work wonders on this drink’ Said Carl.

‘ Well woman know what exactly is the best right honey? And I knew right from the beginning what I have wanted. This is our destiny and I have waited Carl’

He took more sips and said ‘ Feels so great now having the best woman by my side and having my favorite drink altered to be the best. I realize what I was missing. I’ve finally found the missing part in me. I am reaching peace’ said he staring at her.

Seeing that she was listening intently he continued ‘You have no idea since how long I’ve waited. It seems like now is the perfect time for the perfect ending. You don’t realize the emotions you’ve stirred in me Em ever since the first time you thwarted me. The man in me was raging to be at peace and now its going to be satisfied way beyond it was ever.’

In a fraction of second he drew a gun, a mantissa model. By the time she could gather her wits her fear showed on her face. He aimed at the pint below her ribs and fired. She wouldn’t die immediately. He wanted time until she heard every bit of what he had to say. It pained him to see her go stiff but he was satisfied.

‘Em, you can hear me right ?. I love you but I love my work more. You satisfy me way beyond my cravings but I was born to be number one and I couldn’t let you thwart me every time. I was drawn to the woman you were but it gave me sleepless nights. I was born to win and finally I have check mated you in this game of our. Rest in peace, love’ Said he and kissed her forehead.

He got up and kicked her off the bed, and took his position on it and loudly said ‘ I am the king and the throne shall belong only to me’ and finished the drink.

She was mumbling something in her deathbed. He walked near her wanting to get the final satisfaction of hearing her last words of fear and defeat. This was by far his most victorious fight he had knowing never again would anybody challenge him. He bent closer and once again felt his heart cringing at the pathetic sight of her. She was a lovely devil.

‘Carlll , you havvve nottt won’, she slurred on her words ‘ I’veee checkkk mmmated you aaas well. Yyourrr drinnkk….’ her voice trailed of f ...

He could feel himself choking. He clutched his throat and spat out blood. Before he could shout at her ‘ B- I – t- c-‘ he collapsed dead right over her body.

She choked at the weight for the last time and smiled a win and took her last breath. She Had devised to kill him and reach the top as well. She was tired of being drawn to his manliness. She knew from her past experiences that men would just use women and she had hated the idea of her belonging to anybody. She was exhausted by her attraction to Carl and had decided to end it by poisoning him. It was the final victory

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Let the music play

I came across this tag some time back. I thought it was something interesting. I'm doing it!

All you have to do is to put your media player on shuffle and put your songs in there and let the answers come out. Questions are given below. Keep moving to the next shuffled song to anaswer the next question.

These are my answers:

1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “HOW ARE YOU",YOU SAY?
‘You are beautiful’ by James Blunt
.. and then I add, "Fine! And you?"

2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
‘Freak out..’ by Avril Lavigne
In a way, it does describe my way of living.

3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
‘ Breaking the law’ by Judas Priest
Its pretty important that the person has his own way of doing things.

4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
‘ I am shipping up to Boston..’ by Dropkick Murphy
It translates to ‘Party mood’

5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
‘ Paath shaala (Be a rebel)’ from RDB
:D

6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
‘ My life be like…’ by Grits
Yeah sortof…!

7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
‘Sanitarium’ by Metallica
Uff… there are definitely loads of ma friends who think I’ve been unleashed from one..!!

8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
‘ Somewhere I belong..’ by Linkin Park
Yeah.. definitely..

9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
‘ Run away’ by Linkin Park
O my gawd..!! I m always thinking that because I m forced to be confined in the classroom by a threat called ‘attendance’

10. WHAT IS 2+2?
‘ Do you know’ by Enrique Iglesius
So you thought math is that easy..?!?

11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND/S?
‘In My darkest hour’ by Megadeth
Definitely they ‘ve been there

12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
‘ I’m ready’ by Bryan Adams
Umm… Errr… !!!!!!

13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
‘ Wasted years’ by Iron Maiden
The Gods have always been right..!

14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
When I grow up..?!? I think I m already too old.. I don’t wanna be older..!
But anyways the song is ‘Paisa Paisa’ from Apna Sapna Money Money
NO..!! NO WAY..!!!

15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
‘Tu Bin bataye..’ from RDB
Mayb..!

16. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
‘Tera hi Karam’ from Karam..
no comments..!

17. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
‘Pappu Can’t Dance’ Jaane tu ya Jaane na
Its official that I m looking for somebody with two right feet for my two left feet..

18.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
‘Hallowed be Thy name’ from Iron Maiden
I already told you the Gods are right.. dint I?

19. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
‘Socha Hain..’ from Rock On
PER-FF-ECT…!!

20. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
‘Petrified’ by Fort Minor
Yeah that’s what you would be if you knew.. :D

21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
‘O my friend’ from Happy Days (telugu)

22. WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
‘ let the music play’ – Shamur
Your Command is my wish ‘O mighty player’

I tag Akshath,Archana, Fahim,Harjith, Rashmi ,Sharath , Tony and anybody else who is ready to take it up.. Just let me know though.. :)

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Fury of the hell

Enveloped in darkness,
Seated beside the window..

Drops of rain splattering on my face…

Lightening illuminating the scene for a split second..
I see the trees fighting the mighty wind

The thunder sends a shiver down my spine..

The memories of the past haunt me..

Nature seems to have understood me perfectly well…
Its reflecting the raging storm within me..

I so wish the drops from the heaven would wash away the pain I feel within..
But, I realize that, today its no ordinary rain..

Indeed it seems like the fury of the hell,
my broken self…!

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I do not sleep

Seeing her parents despairing over her being in her deathbed,
She called out to her father n handed him a closed envolope.
And requested it to be opened only after her Death.


The day when the envolope had to be opened came.
Trembling n crying the father opened it.

The letter read:

Dearest ever mom n dad,

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I m not thr, I do not sleep.
I m the sparkle in the snow.

I m ripple in the wave.

I m the cloud in the sky.

I m the dewdrop on the leaf.

I m the shredded leaves that blow.

I m the sunlight on growing grain.

I m the gentle summer rain.

I m the quiet bird of the night.

Circling about; Taking flight.

So do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep."

Please get these words engraved on my grave. I will not stand putting u through grief anytime.
Loadsa love,
Emma.

P.S : Based on the poem " Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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