The Twist Of The Fate

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Her supercilious demeanor, impenetrable eyes, quick wit, and bewitching countenance bore an aura of a girl whose loftiness would put the place on fire if evoked. She was the girl whom no one dared to mess with. I knew my reticent, tight-lipped behavior would complement hers. I extemporized my feelings when I approached her. I quavered a little, but she clearly heard my subdued impassioned murmur. I guess it was because a warmth flowed through my speech. The vague expression was comprehensible to her through my incomprehensible words. But her sharp gaze was dawned on me as if it was preparing itself to tear up my heart.

Finally, I muttered last words, ‘Will you go on a date with me?’

I alerted my cheeks to hold weight of tears as her gaze sharpened. My obscure expression made no impact than offending her, it seemed. But I was wrong. She said yes. I was hit by a thunderbolt with her assent.

I asked her, this time articulating my thoughts. ‘Why did you agree? I wasn’t even confident, or expressive. And for a girl of your caliber, I don’t stand a chance. Then why?’

She replied in a courteous, yet confident manner, ‘For the same reason you approached me. You have a tender curiosity to know how I became who I am today. Similarly, you have your side of story too. I want to know what made you an inarticulate, lowly person. Circumstances, experiences, to summarize, stories shape the character of a person. I want to know your story.’

Then she promised to meet me and I looked at her stone-faced as she walked away.

The crazy fact is, the fate takes twists when we take chances.

Meeting First Love Again

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‘Hey, Anvita,’ I said after gathering so much courage to talk to her.

She turned around.

‘Yes?’ Her eyebrows narrowed. ‘How do you know my name?’

‘People don’t forget the name of their first love.’

‘I was your first love?’

‘Yes. It’s obvious you don’t remember me. I never approached you. I was in fifth standard. I used to pass through your building four to five times every day on bicycle to have a glance of yours. It has been 14 years since the day you shifted. I remember that evening. You were wearing a yellow frock with black dots all over it.’ Her eyebrows raised, eyes widened, and corners of lips stretched into a slight smile. ‘The tempo loaded. And you all left. I thought I was seeing you for the last time. Turns out, I was wrong.’

‘Yes. I still have that dress with me. Yellow is my favorite color. I never throw away yellow colored clothes. You seem to tell the truth.’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Good to know that. And nice to meet you. Bye.’

As she turned around, I called her.

‘Hey.’ She turned around, her gaze, inquisitive. ‘Is there any chance I get to know you better?’

‘Sorry.’

‘Please. People don’t get to meet their first love again in their lives. I’m lucky. And I will consider myself the luckiest guy in the world if I get to know you.’

‘You’re right. But I’m afraid it’s not possible. I’m committed.’

‘Ohh..’

‘Yes, sorry.’

‘No problem. It’s good to talk to you.’

‘Same here.’

And she left.

I don’t know if I should be disappointed or happy to see her. I guess I should be happy to get to see her and there is nothing to be disappointed about. The crazy fact is, it is better to gather a little courage in the moment than be in a dilemma forever.


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A GUEST POST “I’ve Always Told You” by Me on POETRY PASSION

First guest blogging experience.

Thank you Aatif Sir for publishing my poetry on your blog.

Source: A GUEST POST “I’ve Always Told You” by “PRATIK KIRVE FROM PUNE

I Don’t Want To Leave This Place

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Why do we have to?
Move ahead in life,
Chase the unknown horizon,
Strode on mysterious paths.

Even if we don’t want to,
Even if we want to stay,
Right where we are,
And do what we are doing.

The destiny organizes circumstances,
In such a way that,
We have to leave the place,
And embark upon a quest.

Unknown places,
Unknown conditions,
Unknown people,
And unknown journey.

But what we know certainly is,
There is no going back.
Once we leave, we leave.
Then what do we do?

We miss that beautiful place,
Recall all the memories,
Maybe cry a little,
And let our emotions flow.

I wonder if the destiny,
Realigns the circumstances,
Get us back to the place,
We had no intention to leave.

The same place,
The same conditions,
And the same people,
Everything will be the same.

Same joy,
Same emotions,
And same vibes.
Everything same as before.

The crazy fact is,
I know this will never happen,
But I wish it would,
I just wish.

Power of Darkness

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I never wanted to be aloof,
No one wants to,
But I had to choose to be,
To isolate myself.

I had to choose that way,
Because I didn’t want to be,
In a company of people,
Who did not believe in me.

I knew, it included the people,
Who were close to me,
Family and friends,
I couldn’t believe, they were pulling me down.

I wanted to surround myself,
With people who will uplift me,
Who will believe in me,
When I lose all the hope.

But that’s just a fairytale for me,
I thought I’ll make myself so strong,
I won’t need anyone else to lift myself up,
But it was impossible.

So here I am, sitting alone in the room,
Trying to shed a tear at my misery.
But I can’t, I just can’t,
I don’t know what happened to me.

I can’t feel anything,
The loneliness swallowed me,
And drowned me into darkness,
From where I could see no light.

I have drowned so deep,
It even seems futile,
To make an effort,
To find the light.

This darkness is a consequence,
Of the choice I made consciously,
And I am glad I made this choice,
I could see the different world.

I see different shades of it,
Some of those shades show original versions,
Some show strange realities,
And those are uglier than I thought.

The crazy fact,
What I never thought was,
The darkness had power to show,
Brutally honest versions of the world.


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I’m Afraid To Be Happy

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I’m afraid to be happy,
Whenever I get happy,
Some strange sensations,
Frightening thoughts,
Run through my mind.

Is this really happening?
I wonder,
If it’s happening,
Is it happening with me?
I’m not able to believe.

Even if I try to believe,
I want to make sure,
That this is not a conspiracy,
Of a destiny to prepare me,
For a blow-off that may follow.

The crazy fact,
Because whenever I felt happy,
The next moment followed,
With a blow,
Some of them were unbearable.
I only wish,
Happiness stays for long this time.


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I Compare Myself With Others

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I compare myself with others.
I feel jealousy, envy,
And sometimes self-pity.

No matter how much I try to avoid,
These thoughts, these feelings,
They appear into my mind.

Then I try to convince myself,
About my situation being different,
To make myself feel better.

And various reasoning and logic,
All feel good stuff I read,
But in the end, I fail to convince myself.

I think I can have,
What those people have,
Live the way, they are living.

I think I might have been in their shoes,
In their position,
If I was doing things differently.

I forget, every person has his own path,
A different and unique role to play,
His own destiny to fulfill.

Then I look back and realize,
Whatever I am at this moment,
Whoever I am at this moment.

It is due to whatever I have done,
Whatever I have gone through,
And whatever steps I have taken.

If I were in their shoes,
I would have not been where I am,
I would have not been who I am.

And the crazy fact,
I embrace myself as the way I am,
Wherever I am,
And whatever I am.


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