My Ramblings

Her fits were worsening or may be they were same. Calling them worse wouldn't have made any difference, only his worries about her health would multiply. Nothing else.  He played his guitar. He sang too. But when she would join in, he would know she was back.   "I may run you through the wall!", she had told him on their date set up by their parents. A strue believer like her, she couldn't find a single guy to pass her basic tests - she had designed them personally. And as of him, he had given universe a fair share of chances but it never brought her to him before.  "... and how do you think I should respond to this ?", he was caught off-guard. His voice fumbled.  "I don't know. You can always surprise me!", the despair of another hopeless meet was all across her face.  It had been 7 years since that day when she wore the red lehenga with loud yet subtle golden zari and he donned a sherwani of her choice, an elegant white piece and a...

"It’s been long enough", he would look into the mirror and remind himself of that. Barely was he managing to make a new life, a world far from the darkness and the dullness of his beautiful countryside he never would have left otherwise. The world could be so vengeful. What was he supposed to do with all the memories of his life till the day he escaped? Those were all etched in his mind. Every day he could feel her mother whispering yet yelling his name into his ears, “Jay would you ever get ready on time?”  “No, I am Seth and I am from Minnesota”, he started chanting. The many layers of lie he had been loading up had actually become the blanket to keep him safe, from every eye that may look deeper into his genes but his soul. He readied himself for another day at school.  “Hey man, meet Jay. He’s a transfer from Kennedy!” Smitty introduced Seth to Jay. The world suddenly turned into negative. The end of his lies, he was now exposed. How could Smitty pos...

You take me in your brace The world around me fades This is la vie en rose You make me feel so real My heart it starts to heal I see la vie en rose   You pulled me off my dreams And made my world a dream The place where it's all mine Kiss me and say it's true To know I'm the luckiest one I live in my glass fort It is my only home la vie en rose Hold me tight so I can't leave No place I'd ever be It is la vie en rose You're mine for all the times to come I'm holding on no terms Because I've already seen la vie en rose ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ La Vie en rose   can mean "Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses". Its literal meaning is "Life in Pink".

Something so pure and unjealous Something un-planned that lasts forever. Something undecided and unmeddled Something that lends you hopes unfettered. There is no puppet master in the reign No one who could claim the terrain. There is only peace that is all Meddling could be a word so harsh. When there is something that is unasked for The ripples travel everywhere. Apologies to God predisposed May be a testament to it. 

You asked and I said. I said what I meant. You heard what you thought , But that wasn't what I meant. Sorry may be a casual word But when it’s the only one It’s sorry not anything bent. __________________________________________________________________________________________ This is my response to the  Trifecta  weekly challenge, which is to write a 33-word response, in addition to and preceding the following: “That wasn't what I meant” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bold yet drained of courage Finding ways to look ahead The world was her oyster But he held her back. Tired of explaining but the Words were unfathomable. Fell on the ears deaf Who had her already claimed.                                                               Whirling in the vortex And caught in the cobwebs Of her own fears and imperfections, With her head barely above. May be he’s perfect but she’s not. The words diffused in the air nonetheless. The wilderness of the thoughts so deep What if it was macabre all around. Lost meaning of so many things Only wish she was left alone Wandering in the swamps of the wild With nothing but he...