Know me

I glide and slide on an unknown road

Every now and then from dusk till dawn.

With cuts and bruises and soul all torn,

There you stand watching me alone.

Quite from the sight, I am scared of your thoughts,

Making me vulnerable with the ifs and nots.

Give me a break and close your eyes

I need to cover my thoughts with words all might.

Come close and feed my soul,

Don’t ask about the scratches and holes.

You make me nervous, you make high

All at the same time, you know the reason why.

Slowly you slid your fingers between mine,

Tangling our souls for the ceaseless time.

When you took me in your embrace

It was warm and safe.

Smitten and choked, I felt devoted

Hiding under the dermis, completely besotted.

Such pretty smile masking pain,

Want to ignore but can’t refrain.

Hold my hand and let’s roll together

Discover the uncertainties, unafraid of the weather.

-bhawana ♥️

Someone

Sometimes I wish there would have been someone more alive than my imagination.

Someone more real than the slipping air between my fingers when I ask for help.

Someone more warming than the sun and more soothing than the moon.

Someone to ask me to cry out my pain and make me laugh at the same time.

Someone to tickle me in the midnight leading to the pillow fight.

Someone to calm me down and laugh on my outrage.

Someone who gets pissed off easily when I bite my ungrown nails.

Someone who surrenders when it comes to sharing food.

Someone who kisses me in the romantic season of monsoon.

Just cut the break and meet me soon,the clock is ticking and it’s already noon.

As the sun goes down I want you here, to spoil me with you love, affection and care.

-bhawana❤

Distress and console

It was dark and shiny ; Coated in coal

It was her heart and the Unread soul

Buried in the mystery of Break and bonds

Every fibre was on blaze craving for the only gaze.

Sinking in the bog of lies.

Surrounded by the ditchy flies.

Screaming for help and crying for life

A man in the armoured came nearby

Their eyes met and the hope was lighted

She took his hand and hugged him frightened.

The mud was all over his clothes

She looked ashamed on seeing his loss.

Sorry she said, it was my fault.

He took her hand as gesture of console

We are alike now and your troubles are mine

You painted me in your essence and we are now inextricable

Redefining Romance

April,2015

Like any other weekend of the year I was all dizzy and struggling to get up from my bed. I could feel the sun by it’s reflection on the shattered curtains. Slithering like a 🐌 snail (a fat one) I made my way to the kitchen.

I was more of a dramatic ass. For me, my life was a continuous rolling film. Like there were some invisible cameras 📷 held over my head all the time, shooting every shade of me. So maintaining the illusion I went to the window and moved the curtains allowing the light to fill the darkness just like some actor.

My house was in the east karnataka. A place full of peace and coconut tress. Behind those trees there was just sand and water wetting its edges. Cool breezes and hot coffee was such a great combination. I was still sipping from my cup when I saw them.

A walking old man in his mid 60s and a woman in her early 60s sitting on the wheel chair.

The couple was punjabi. It’s hard to find punjabi’s here. Nevermind. The man had white long moustache and beard. He was in white kurta pyjama with lavender turbun tied on his head and spectacles on his nose. Pushing the wheel chair slowly, putting small steps with great force. The woman was sitting quietly with both her hands on the thighs in a beige coloured suit salwar with dupatta covering her head completely exposing just her face. She was carrying a very calm and peaceful expression on her face. Although her eyes looked dead even from that distance. It appeared like she had nothing do with surrounding or with the man. On the other hand, the pain of the man was pretty clear by his doddering hands. By the force he was putting in making her wife move and embrace the beauty of life. He was looking straight on the path like he was searching for something. HOPE might be.

This went for about 2 months. Watching them having a morning walk, made my Sunday’s thoughtful.

My curiosity turned into need and I decided to talk. The couple was living in a healthcare center near my house which was popular for his natural treatments. I went there in the evening. The asharm was full of ailed oldies. The staff was wearing white shirt and pants with their names engraved on the badges. I approached a staff boy who was plucking heena leaves. After few minutes of empty talks I finally came on the point. Describing the whole situation and appearance of the pair I asked him about their problem.

The woman was suffering from Alzheimer. Her condition was critical and hope of survival was zero. According to the doctors she would die anyday. She haven’t spoke a word from last nine months and that is when they decided to join their asram in the hope, that natural treatments might heal her or improve her condition. But nothing worked. Still the man takes her wife out for a walk on sundays with a hope that maybe nature could make her speak and she’ll remember him. Take his name and ask him to take her home to their family.

Two weeks later..

I was standing by the window waiting for them to come. It’s been half an hour and the coffee mug was empty by now. They didn’t come.

Another week passed and their was still no sign so I decided to give another visit to the ashram.

The woman passed away on Friday they said and the man left with her. He wanted to take her to their house for the last time and perform all the rituals there.

It’s been three years since they left. But today also on every sunday morning I remove the curtains in their memory.

Romance is not hugging or kissing eachother or to get expensive gifts. Romance is to fulfill all the promises which one makes at the time of union. Caring and cherishing each others good and bad irrespective of the age and period of togetherness is ROMANCE

One step closer

“And then I wondered whether it was our starting or end”

The leaves beacame all cracky and pale, scattered everywhere some near and some away from their branches. Sun lost its usual brightness and the sky started being more white. The nights were cold. It was 3 in the morning when my phone rang.

………………………………………………………………………

“Nibedita”, an unknown voice called my name.

“Yes”. I replied pulling myself upwards.

“Your friend Anurag is in ICU. He has been hit by a car. Your number was on the speed dial so we called you. Can you make to the hospital right now??”

“I’ll be there”

I held my head between the kness snatching hair. What did I do. Throwing the quilt away she reached for the car keys on the table. Locking her seat-belt, she was on her way in no time.

“I am the one to be blamed for his condition. I should have answered his calls. What if something happens to him? Where will I go? Anurag and Nibedita were in a relationship from last one year. Deep in love with each other. But just a guilt-ridden night and nothing was same. Anurag found Nibedita kissing his best friend in the middle of the hall at Christmas eve. She was all drunk and out of senses. But as Anurag moved to drift them apart, reality hit her. She followed him but he didn’t look back. Anurag walked off without saying a single word. Nibedita tried calling him but when every call went unanswered she decided of not bothering him anylonger.

From last five days Anurag was continuously trying to get in touch with her but she did not want him to go through all the pain again. Because her voice and presence might give him flashbacks, dragging him in misery all over again.

She found herself standing outside the ICU. The doctors were still in there operting his body. The white of my eyes turned red and tears were a part of me. I got seated fishing my phone out of pocket. I logged in my gmail account and started swiping our old pictures. My dripping eyes made his beautiful face all wet and unclear. There were pictures of us holding hands, me running after him and he pulling me up in his arms.

After a long wait of 4 hours and 17 minutes the doctor and his team finally left the ward. “He got his right leg twisted and some injuries in head. Though he is out of danger now. You’ll be allowed to meet him once we shift him into normal ward”, the doctor said.

He was still unconscious by the time I entered the room. His hands were all bruised with drips in them. Leg got plastered and head drapped in a white bandage with hairs chopped short. Lips parted and swollen. Left cheek had a major sever. I stood next to him taking his lifeless hands in mine carefully. ” I don’t know whether you’ll ever forgive me for what I did to you. I am such a fool who thought that cutting of connections will make your life easy. I am sorry for making you go through all this. I am the one who should be lying here not you. I am so sorry. I don’t know whether I have the right to ask you or not but can you please forgive me. Watching you like this is killing me. Please open your eyes and talk to me. I was in tears when the doctor asked me to leave as they wanted to perform some tests.

I left the room.

About half an hour later when Anurag opened his eyes the nurse asked me in. I slowly closed the door behind me, took a deep breath and rubbed the tears off.

“Hi”, I said stammering. He asked me to sit on the stool by patting his hand on the bed slowly. “What do you think you were doing? Was this your plan of hurting me by hurting yourself? ” I don’t know when all my tears turned into anger.”You are such a loser. I hate you Anurag. I hate you. You are nothing but a coward soul who can’t handle his problems. I will never forgive you for this”, my eyes were watery all again. ” I am sorry for all what happened. I didn’t have the strength to face you. Neither my mistake was small enough to be justified. But I really don’t think I deserve to be a part of your life so I stopped answering your calls. And before I lose control over my feelings its better I go. I turned my back to leave.

“But I love you”,he said in his puppy like voice. ” And I need you. All I wanted was some time to clear my mind. I never stopped loving you and nothing can stop me from loving you. You are a part of me. I love you so much”.

I turned towards him. I wanted to shout and tell him and everyone around that I loved him too. I loved him like a loon. But words didn’t come out of me like they lost their path. So I slowly moved towards him and bought my face closer to his and in no time I was kissing him. And he kissed me back.

Distantly together

Not every love is meant to breathe,

Not every love is fine.

Some love stories are formed to break,

And some are set by the divine.

But their was different, somewhere between the line.

They chose to live together of a fresh kind.

Filled each others heart and listened to the mind.

Neither together nor apart, such an aberrant tie.

Breathing in a solemn truth and a living lie.