A sudden thought

They speak of experiences…they speak of backgrounds, but I feel the only thing that gives u a brainwave is an instance! Every time when we close our eyes we see a vision, most of them die premature, but some shape up to become an idea! When I see a rainbow, I think of a palate… when I see a bird I think of melody… But when I think of a dog I would never think of music…But HMV has its branding paired with a dog. Yes…because HMV stands for His Master’s Voice. That’s where one instance can make a brand…or coin a totally non-existential one.

Contemplation…

He stole biscuits for me and took the blame. He kept awake night after night to drive away my fear. He scanned a page of his own exercise book to mail me a copy of an answer, before an exam. He braved the rain to see me because I was sad. He held my hand throughout the train journey when I lost a dear one. He did not speak because I was tired of voices. He always understood when I failed a date. He never voiced a protest when I ignored him for weeks. He was patiently waiting on the other side of the cell phone to hear a “hallo”. He made me laugh uncontrollably; he made me cry with his vulnerability. He never shouted, he punished me with his silence. I always thought he loves me more than I love him… but just when I picture him smiling not for me, crying not to me, walking just ahead… a bit indifferent. It pains. I remain silent with an “all-accepting” pretence. It’s just then...then...I realize I have always…always loved him more. Strangeness...thy name is love.

A Tinsel Girl Who Never Grew up!

A foray into a girlish mind..on the threshold of womanhood
In my sixteenth spring …I was a smitten maiden
First time over… I was smitten by rain
Tweeny twenty-one… I felt the pain…
Sudden twenty-four…I am smitten again!

Being…smitten has an old world charm…
Your stable sanity… it might just harm!
The entire world wears a crimson hue…
And before you know…you’re no longer “you”!
Workstation seems a bubble of cloud…
The poor old heart beats oh-so-loud!
“They say nothing lasts forever”…
I wonder why it feels like fever?
Forever seems a bit too less…
I try to be normal… tying up a tress!
Smile loses context…
Mind dwells… around text!
And I feel so helpless...God save me…!

I am now a mature lass…
Lads look at me and miss their class!
Crushes are passé …so are flings…
Hero-worship is a clichéd thing
Then why does my heart… often miss a beat?
Why do those eyes sweep me off my feet?
There’s one strange word I try to spell
There’s one bit of me… I’m never gonna sell!
They may jeer… they may mock…
Yes…I am smitten … beyond their talk!

With all my frenzy…all my might
I’ll rather be happy than being “right”!