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.

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Choose To Be A Human

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Sometimes I forget to be natural.
I try to act perfect.
I forget I can become vulnerable too.
I just have to accept what I feel.

Just be who I am.
Just throw away the mask.
Just turn on the true face.
I should not pretend I am fine.

If I’m sad, I don’t have to,
again, pretend I’m good.
If I’m happy, I don’t have to,
wonder how I can be happy?

Is there something wrong?
Is there something I missed?
No, no, no.
I don’t have to pretend to be normal.

I forget I have feelings,
It doesn’t demand perfection.
It’s natural to be imperfect.
It’s natural to be a human.

It will take time to pull myself together,
But denial to accept my vulnerabilities,
It will work against me.
People around me notice that.

But I notice that after it happened.
Then I realize I don’t have to do that.
I must accept my feelings,
Even though they make me vulnerable.

The crazy fact is,
Imperfections make us humans,
Trying to be perfect only make us robots,
We must choose to be a human.

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.

Smile Tops It All

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“How was it?” said she, the restaurant owner, with a charming smile when I went up to counter to pay bill.

I was surprised at first. I never thought she would ask for feedback.

“It was bad.” I said. “We wanted to have cold coffee and it tasted like Bournvita. I finished for the sake of finishing.” I handed over cash. “Everything is good, the ambience of cafe, service, and presentation. Looks like you worked on everything in detail. But the core of any restaurant.. Taste. Sorry to say, it failed at it.”

“We are sorry it didn’t live up to your expectations.” Disappointment was visible on her face as she returned change. “We’ll work on it. We’d be glad if you visit after some days. Anything else you would like to add?”

“Oh, I forgot to mention. You have a beautiful smile.”

Her eyes widened a little and then her face sparkled with a smile, “Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

I turned around. I was thinking and blushing on my way out. The crazy fact is, I may not visit again to know if the taste changed, but I will definitely return to see that smile.

बिछड़ गए हम आपसे जिस लम्हे में

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बिछड़ गए हम आपसे जिस लम्हे में, उस लम्हेने सारा सुकून छीन लिया,
चैन खो गया दिलका जैसे, डोर से टूटकर पतंगने अपना वजूद खो दिया,

इरादे सहम गए ज़िंदा रहनेके जैसे गर्दिशने तारोको गुम कर दिया,
खो गई हस्ती आपके बिना हमारी और परछाईओने भी पेहचाननेंसे इन्कार कर दिया,

आसमानोंकी अर्ज़ियां सुनकर लम्हे थम जाते है क्या कभी?
ज़ुन्झ ज़ुन्झ कर अपने आपसे, कोई सुलझता है क्या कभी?

खुदगर्ज़ है ये ज़िन्दगी, कभी कभार कैसे सितम ढाती है?
सितारोंको छूनेकी बात करने वालोको, हमेशा ज़मीनही क्यों नसीब हो जाती है?

दिन और रात गुजर जाते है रोज़, बिखरे हुए दिलके टुकड़े इकट्ठा करनेमें,
फिर मिलने की आसने ज़िंदा रखा है, वरना कितना वक्त लगता है अपने आपको मिटानेमें।


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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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And Above All.. I Miss.. YOU

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I have been trying to fill the void,
Since the time we had to part ways.
I tried to submerge myself in work,
Listen to songs imagining you in those lyrics,
And pretend to be happy by laughing out loud.

But the time comes when I realize,
These are all temporary ways to escape.
I can try everything to convince myself,
That everything is fine and this is life,
This happens, and there’s no big deal about it.

But let me tell you the truth,
I’m not able to fill the void,
I must not try to find an alternate escape,
It’s meaningless and it’s driving me insane,
The restlessness is rising constantly.

I’m trying to act mature, like a grown up kid,
I can’t do it anymore. I’m still a kid, it seems,
So the only way to deal with this,
Accept the fact that you are irreplaceable in my life,
The bond we shared is irreplaceable.

I just want to stop pretending and embrace the feeling.
We feel what we feel, we are humans,
No one is perfect and that’s the beauty of it,
And there is nothing wrong about it.
So, yes, I think of you all the time.

I cry when I think of all those moments,
when we laughed wholeheartedly.
I smile when I think of those times,
When we opened our hearts out,
And tried to understand each other rather than judging.

The crazy fact,
I miss everything.
And above all, I miss you.
I wish the destiny would intervene,
And set everything right again.


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We Believe In Same Thing, Simplicity.

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‘Hello, you are Gauri, right?’

‘Yes.’

‘I need your two minutes. You know, we believe in same thing, simplicity. So I’m going to keep it simple. A lot of guys in my office are talking about you. She is cute, she is cute. Yes, you are cute. Then I checked your Facebook profile. I found that you are passionate about belly dancing. And it intrigued me. I like people who are passionate about something. I’m a writer. I work as a writer here. I also love to write poetry, short stories, shayri, and reading books. So I was saying, I would definitely like to get to know you better. Tell me if it is possible.’

‘Sorry, I’m afraid it’s not. I can’t give you my time.’

‘Cool. Nice to talk to you.’

‘Same here.’

As she turned away, I called her. ‘One more thing. I admire your dance teacher, Aliza. She is an inspirational woman. Tell her a random guy said that.’

I turned around and she called me. ‘You’re wrong.’

‘About what?’ I said.

‘About one thing in common. We have two things in common. I also think she is an inspirational woman.’

‘Yeah, of course.’

‘And I’ll tell her my friend said that.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘But don’t tell her I stalked her on Facebook too.’

‘I will, if you don’t accept my friend request by today.’

The crazy fact is, simplicity posses enormous power, but beliefs posses power to make impossible possible.


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