Poem

I know
Whenever I will get lost
Somewhere in my past
Your love will track me
To my present,
To you...

Short Poem

My scars are deep,
I weep,
And I search a place to retreat,
It is your heart
Every time I rest...
Where your words don't kill,
But heal...

A Note to the Savior

Dear Saver,
You happen to me when the candle of hope was about to extinguish. You lit up the path with the new candle that sparkles hope, love, care and assurance. Your presence has made the candle light the dark corners of my life. Your heart is the place where I can always escape to without the fear of being judged, the fear of being hurt and the fear of being left alone. You are the destination of my wandering soul.
I remain,
Your Angry Bird.

Poem

Once again,
I feel the warmth of the morning sun,
And the promise of setting sun...
Once again,
I see a new dawn,
I see new hopes knocking...
Once again,
I am smiling,
I am dancing in rain...
Once again,
My wounds are healing,
My world is changing...

Short Conversation

'I am irresponsible and hopeless.' I said.
'Don't be. You are going to be with me now.' He advised.
'You will look after things. Why do I need to worry?' I replied.
'Yes, I will. But together we can make changes responsibly.' He added.
'Two serious people will end up making life black and white.' I said thoughtfully.
'Okay. Be irresponsible with me then.'
'That I am now only 😂😂...' I said.
'Don't you .... me?' He questioned.
'Yes, I respect you.' I replied.
'Only respect. Huh...'
'I adore you... ' I replied back.
'And... ' He asked again.
'I like you... ' I replied.
'And... '
'I irritate you...'
'I love the way you irritate me.' He replied finally giving up on me.

Short Poem

I need you
Like the setting Sun
Who keeps the promise
And return to me
The following day...

Poem

Hold me tight
With love,
Let your embrace be eternal,
Let me find solace,
Let me get caged forever,
Let me not seek shelter anywhere,
Assure me,
You won't let me go,
And I promise
To synchronize my heart beats with yours...

Poem

I am at the crossroad
I see my past doors flung open
Trying to pull me
While the present doors confuse me
They are half open and half closed...
But my future door smiles at me
With arms wide open,
Calling me loud to come and embrace it...

Snippet

He said, 'Forget about your past. The past should be blank. Be at present.'
'Make my present more beautiful so that I have no time to look at my past.' She replied.
'You mean it... Right.'
'Yes. I do. But don't pamper me.' She added quickly.
'Leave it to me. I know what to do.' He assured her. 

Poem: Like the pendulum

The clock is ticking,
Time is rolling,
And I am thinking
Of my future
That is swinging
Like the pendulum
From the past to the present... 

Poem

Walk out of his life,
Let him know
You can make your own life...
Break his cage,
And show him
You can fly... 

Short Story: Funny concerned conversation

I was so engrossed with work that I even did not notice the time. It was 10.10pm and already I got the last call - the warning call, from my mom for dinner. And without delay, I joined the rest of the members. I had my dinner like every other night. After dinner, as usual I stood at the balcony, gazing at the Universe, sharing my thoughts; completely ignoring the world I was part of.
By 11.05pm I settled down on my bed. I reached out my hand for my cell. I went to the settings-mobile network - data.  I put the data in on mode. I received many notifications and messages. I scrolled through the notifications and then the messages.  There were three messages from him.
'Hello. Where are you? Not a single message from you.'
'Hello. You had your dinner.' I texted him back.
'What is this? I am literally angry on you.'
'Sorry.' I replied.
'Leave this crap. At least just drop about your whereabouts. It feels better. I know I don't have any authority to say, but still... '
'I am really sorry. I was completely lost in my work. Hell loads of work... And what authority are you talking about?' I added.
'Authority to know about you... Anyways, you had your dinner.'
'Yes, I had dinner.  Thank you for your concern. I am really glad that someone cares for me so much.' I replied honestly.
'No formality. We are not going to maintain formality for feelings matter from the core.'
'I am afraid of feelings. These are painful. ' I replied.
'Whose feelings... Yours or mine?' He asked.
'As of now, yours... ' I mocked.
'Make fun. You might be having funny moments.' He added.
'I respect your feelings. I won't make fun of it.'
He did not reply for a moment.
'👍.'
I felt bad then. So I thought of changing the topic.
'How was your day?'
'Good.' I received one word answer.
'Are you still angry?' I asked him.
'No. I am not. I don't get angry at small things. I told you earlier.' He texted soon.
'If I don't talk to you for one-two days, Will that be okay?' I played with his mind.
'It will be a big issue.. Might be.'
'But you only have mentioned it is a small issue. So if I don't talk also you won't say anything.'
'2-3 days is a long time. 2-3 hours is okay.' He added wisely.
'😂😂...'
'😈😈...'
And we giggled.

Poem

No past thoughts invade me,
The nights are peaceful,
It seems you are becoming a distant memory,
And I have learnt to make new memories...

Short Story

'You are always good with words. But I don't know why do you always hide your emotions behind your words.' He texted after reading her status.
'Writing is something I feel connected to myself, to my inner conflicts and to what I wish for in other dimensions if it exists.' She replied. 

Poem: I am a crashed flower

I am a crashed flower
Water me with love,
You will see me bloom... 

Poem

I am a disturbed soul,
Accept my arrogance and ignorance,
And guide me with patience
You will find me beautiful...

Short Story: Gents washroom

'Today, we are going to have lunch of your choice.' I pushed the menu towards my cousin, sitting next to me.
'Tandoori roti and chicken masala.' He ordered.
Food was served after 15 minutes. As I took the first bite, I patted my brother's back.
'Good choice, bro. '
I had great liking for green chillies. And believe me, it was mouth watering as I filled my mouth with roti, chicken, fresh onion and a bite of green chilli.  Within a few minutes, my plate was clean and my stomach was full with two tandoori rotis, chicken masala, four pieces of ringed onion and two green chillies. But my eyes complimented the food and my ears felt the hot flavour. I could not control and rush to the washroom. I pushed the door and I was lucky that the basin was just one hand away from there. I gargled my mouth and spit the water three to four times. As I came out,  I saw three to four gentlemen standing outside. I looked at them. 'What happen? Stop staring at me! ' My eyes spoke.
'Please turn back, '  a gentleman pointed with a similar back. He was trying to impress me few seconds back with his English accent and now he was giving me that too smart look.
I turned and looked towards the door.  'Gents Toilet.'
I stood there with my mouth wide open.
'Gosh! I used gents washroom basin.' I thought to myself.
'Excuse me, madam.  You are blocking my way,' the gentleman said with a wicked smile.
I stepped forward and kept walking towards the table, fighting my own thoughts.
'The tap has nothing to do with Gents toilet. It's water that you have used and stop over reacting,' my mind intelligently remarked.

Poem: I am an incomplete book.

I am an incomplete book
Each chapter will tell you
Of more failures than successes,
Each paragraph will narrate of more heartbreaks than love,
Each line will convey more weaknesses than strengths,
I am an incomplete book
I want you to read me patiently,
I want you to understand me slowly,
I want you to complete the book beautifully...

Short Story: Copyright

'You don't use Whatsapp.' He asked surprisingly.
'Too many groups, forwarded messages and too much bitching really piss me off. So, I have a personal number where I have only eight of my closest people.' I added with a thought.
'Eight. Isn't it quite a big number? You can go for a world record.' He giggled.
'Yes. I am thinking of making in the Guinness book.'
'Don't forget to give credit to me. The idea is mine, remember.' He said, suppressing his laughter.
'Yes. Don't worry, I won't take your copyright.' I replied back.
'You know what to take... ' He bit his tongue as the words slipped.
'What?' I asked innocently.
'If you want, you can take the copyright. I won't hesitate to give you.'
'I will not even ask you once I have the full copyrights.' I left the ball in his court.