inter vivos

Inter vivos

Can u feel the raindrops on your fingers?

Do those drops run parallel to each other

Then merge without a trace?

Walking on the grass

If your eyes fell on a butterfly

Have you ever taken time out

Just to at it, gaze?

Did you kiss your beloved as you left for work

Saying sweet things, hugging tight just before you left?

The flames from the candle

Has it let your fingers, let go through it unharmed?

When your heart breaks

Is there no sound?

When its night, has it ever happened

That you have stood, counting the stars

Looking at the moon

And thought that someone like you

Is also gazing at the sky

Someone… is waiting for you too…

Have you ever felt tiny hands clutch your fingers?

Felt a tiny heartbeat against your palm?

Have you seen the big drops of tears

Which can wet your eyes

And make your heart ache like never before…

Do you have someone to be with you?

Who will be forever by your sides?

A shoulder you can lean on

Whenever you cry

If you have missed these

Assuredly you have missed life…

THE LAST SONG

The Last Song

She stood outside his room

Why she stood there, she never understood

She looked at the closed door

Wondering, what will he say?

After a long time, she was at the place

For which her heart longed

She had always thought of him

Even when, at times, he was not around.

He was her childhood friend

They had gone to the same school,

Travelled in the same bus, shared one Tiffin,

She thought about the bygones….

She stared at the envelope and folded it

Why was this so difficult? She thought

What will he think of the card?

Will it humor him or will he laugh?

How is he going to react?

She knew she should have given it to her common friends

They would have given it to him on her behalf….

Get a grip! She chided herself

And raised her hands, to at the door, knock

It was then she heard “their song”

He was playing the guitar and humming their song

She let some time elapse

Now she could hear him singing

She did not know if what she was doing was right or wrong…

The words rang loud and clear

Tears filled her eyes; she slipped the card under the door

And ran…..

They had since time immemorial been friends

So it was hard for her to think that she would be gone

They would no longer be able to meet each other

No parties till dawn

She remembered what he had said

He had said she would look funny in a saree

And she would be like a clown

She smiled at these thoughts

She didn’t understand why her heart ached so much

When she had gone to give him, her marriage card

Till then she thought marriage was fun

Now she wished she could just run

But she knew no matter where she went

She will be followed by “ the last song….”

get lost!

FB is a screwed up place to be in.how screwed?well, to get an answer to this question you will have to try it urself or you can hear me out.

this guy poked me.na... not literally but in FB so i poked back, thinking no harm done.we playe pokey-man for a few days then started chatted. he seemed nice.nothing new considering the fact that every body who is a nobody sounds nice in FB.though there were things about him that made him different for e.g he wrote well(without exaggeration, he was awesome with the pen).he could make u all awwweeee. he was cute and with him i could be myself(so i thought)i.e a flirt.
oh!here i come in.thing with me i can flirt n i like doing it but i dont open my legs. i am one belonging to the old school.
i dunno what he liked about me but he wanted to get serious. wasnt it soon?wasnt he the one who said he likes his gal to be near him n all mushy-mushy? now he was contradicting his own self.i was confused, i dint want to say "yes" without knowing the guy, i didnt want to say "no" for fear of loosing him completely, yet i wanted his attention.
we exchanged phone no. n send msgs jz for a day. what next?
well, that every evening after as hort conversation, he called her a flirt again. now it was the 13th time in a day he had called her that.isnt it reason enough to be angry.he almost made "flirt" sound like "slut". i could tk it no longer so i asked him not to talk to me.at least for a day or so.
he kept msging, i gave no reply.he told her sweet nothings, called her lovingly.she was too upset to reply n finally the last msg siad "get lost" so here i m where i ve found myself.

Rendevouz

Rendevouz

She boarded the metro,still thinking whether she should continue her journey. Was it right? she wondered. Is it safe to meet a someone u have had a chat with a couple of times? Damn it! She should not b going. The practical part of her brain said “what the fuck, u insane woman, going to meet a person u met over the internet, he must b befriending a plethora of women”. Her heart said “he seems like a nice person, dosen’t he? Every one is not the same. Meet him once, no harm done.” Conflicting thoughts came and went with great sponteinity. Trying to make sense out of the nonsense going in her head,she heard the announcement being made, the metro had reached central secretariet. Damn! She was supposed to go get down at rajiv chowk,she would have to go back so the backward journey began along with the review of all the questions that were bothering her.

By the time she reached CP she had decided to meet him and get it out of the system. Where did he say he will meet,she tried to recollect. She was taken aback when he said that he was in delhi and wanted to meet her. In fact for a whole minute, what he spoke, she could not register. Yes, Mc donalds he had said. She looked at her watch ,she was early.she found an empty seat at the corner facing the street and seated herself. From where she sat she could look at the passerbys. To keep herself occupied she took out a book and began to read but u think she could read? it was then she heard her name being called, she turned and lo behold! There he was in flesh in blood. She didn’t know wat to say or do. Handshake? Hug? Hug n kisses? Jz a smile? While she was thinking he was looking at her, inquisitively. Shit! Y is there no books teaching us wat to do or say when approached by a stranger in flesh n fidato over the net. Shit! if he thought her to b a fool, he never showed.

They sat there over cold drinks, talking about nothing in particular and everything in general. There a awakwardness. it was like her worst nightmare come true. None of them said much, both of them, it seemed, had come to listen. Listen to wat, they only knew. the smiles, jokes, teasing all had vanished….. like it never existed. She had imagined a number of things going wrong but they would not proceeded further than basic minimum chit-chat was unthinkable.

There was an impulse to run away,jz like that. She wished she was anywhere but here.She thought about the movie she had missed coz she wanted to meet him. ” this man” she tried to remaind herself, jz for internet sake she had to b gud to him, he was a fren.” A fren, only fren, jz fren” she chanted as a mantra. Wat he was thinking she did not know. She had planned so much for this day and….. thinking this she turned to face him and wat did she see? He was ooogling at the girl sitting at the next table. men,men and their ways. She smiled at the thought. He was too pre-occupied to notice wat she was seeing or saying.

After sitting like dummies for almost an hour, she knew she had to call it quits. She looked at her mobile, 7:30pm it had to ring. her fren was supposed to call her at 7:30pm. Come on, call, she saliently prayed and the phone rang. A smile graced her face.yipee! she picked the phone and said “ya, m coming” hint enough for her fren to know she was getting bored. She told him she had to leave.she knew he was more than happy to end the meeting. Pleasentaries were exchanged and the final bye,finally. What a relief it was. So he was out of her system and she was sure she was from his.

a fren in need...

“U insane woman, u want me to go. Listen, if u didn’t have the courage, why the hell did u agree to meet that man in the first place, will u explain”, Nimiha shouted at Sheiba. Sheiba looked at her pleadingly and continued “plzzzzzz,plzzzzz na,it will be a big favour for me”, this argument had been dragging on for quite some time now and Sheiba was tired of it but she knew, if there was a person who could fill her in, it was Nimiha, in fact she was the only person Sheiba could think of when Vaibhav asked her to meet him.

Sheiba knew Nimiha would agree at the end, reason being Nimiha was also curious to know more about Vaibhav. Nimiha faked annoyance and looked at Sheiba; giving her a –do I have an option look and said “ok, will do it but next weekend u r taking me to F-Bar”, now did Sheiba have an option? She leapt from the bed she was lying on and hugged Nimiha, saying “thank you, Nimiha”. The next couple of hours were spend in discussing about Vaibhav. How they had met over the internet, what kind of conversations they usually had and so on and so forth.

Next day Sheiba was to meet Vaibhav. oooops!it was Sheiba who was supposed to meet Vaibhav but now Nimiha was going in her place. It wasn’t as if Sheiba did not want to meet Vaibhav, she just thought it will b more fun if she sends Nimiha and later she will be able to tease Vaibhav about it. Actually Vaibhav had once told her that after exchanging a few pleasenteries he would always come to know if it was Sheiba or someone else chatting through her ID. This was a nice way to find out how much he knew her or claimed to know her,She mused at her thought.

Nimiha reached CP around 6pm.They were supposed to meet in CCD. The minute she stepped inside her phone started ringing. She fished inside her bag her the damned mobile and taking it out stared at the screen, it read ‘Sheiba calling’ “fucking,eager bitch,bang on time”,she thought. She looked up before answering the phone and saw Vaibhav. She slid the phone inside the bag and walked towards him.

With every step she took towards him, she analysed him. Quite average looks,dressing sense ahemmm…as she approached him he greeted her with a smile.”i hope I didn’t keep u waiting for long” said Nimiha. Viabhav replied “I like to wait for the moon to come up”

And both of them burst out laughing. Thus, began their conversation.

When Nimiha got back it was nearly 11pm.Sheiba was waiting at the door. Nimiha knew wat was coming. Sheiba asked “so how was it?” Nimiha gave her a livid account of how boring their conversation was. “Firstly, he is less than average looking, manners are ok but conversations lull very soon with him, he is not even half as charming as we had made him out to be, Sheiba” Nimiha said. A quick pang of dissappointment surfaced on sheiba’s face. She didn’t want to believe it but it was a first hand account and people are not often what they seem to be over the internet, she thought. “Sheiba,there is nothing much to say about him, its almost like -all that glitters,is not gold. i think u overestimated him and ruined my whole evening,he seemed to b so smart ,caring and blah,blah over the internet bt in reality he is such a bore, yaar” said Nimiha and started mimicking him which made both of them laugh.

Having heard about Vaibhav straight from the horse’s mouth, Sheiba resolved to talk less to Vaibhav.She should be investing her time with someone more worthwhile, Sheiba thought.He had once said “I like to chat online and b silent when we meet” but silence here sounded boring.

That night when Sheiba saw Vaibhav online she did not talk instead she set her status as invisible.

That same night Nimiha added Vaibhav to her FB account and thought ‘my fren was a fool not to add him in FB and limit their talks to Gmail and yahoo messenger, but gud for me, now I can have him,ghosh!he is adorable’.

Late at night when Vaibhav had a look at his account a frenz request was waiting for him. He smiled. He thought to himself; this must b the girl I met today, she is damn cute n beautiful n she is not Mani and shit happens. With that thought he added her.

First kiss

First kiss

It was a magical nite

Dinner with her dream man

And later a rain dance

Nothing could b more right…

When the rain drops fell

She ran to save herself from getting drenched

But he stood in the rain

And extending his hand, he asked her to join him there…

She had no option, she knew

She went to him and her eyes did the talking

Surprisingly, he understood it too,

He held her hand and without any music the dance began

The rhythm was in their head

Thought the song was unsaid…

He spun her around

And held her again

Both the bodies met in the rain

He held her close

As if never to let her go

They kept moving to the rhythm unknown

She thought she could hear his heart beat

But was it his or her heart beating, she didn’t know…

She lifted her head, he looked at her

He bend his head low and her nose touched his

Both their heads titled

Lo! It was their first kiss

Lips parted and met in the rain

Each sucked the necter from the others lips…

Wat happened next , of that I don’t have a whiff

Let ur imaginations run wild

And tell me how do u think was their first kiss…

love,labours......lost

She was the reason for his happiness, she was the one who made him smile, she was the one at the sight of whom his heart skipped a beat, acknowledging this Samuel smiled.

He was on his way home.The 5hour flight seemed endless,having been away for a month from his wife- Venica, wasn’t easy for him and now all the more, when she was pregnant with his child…..his child….his heart rejoiced whenever he thought about it.He could not think of anything that could have made him happier. He was going home to his wife….his 5 months pregnant wife….he remembered how their names looked together on the door of their house – ‘mr. and mrs.jorden' and now one more addition Samuel junior.

He got off the taxi and reached the door, all the time thinking of his wife….beloved wife.He pressed the doorbell….no one came….he pressed it again, this time longer than usual,still no sign of the door opening,he tried again. With the third ring his patience was exhausted. He got to the back door, it was ajar.a number of thoughs crossed his mind – a bugler, a killer,an animal, a criminal, he contemplated wat could possibly have happened.

He called out to his wife, no reply.He called again louder this time.He bagan shouting her name “Venica…….Venica……Venica…..”still no reply.He could hear something, he concentrated, someone sobbing.The noise came from the kitchen,he awarkdly walked to the kitchen. He froze at the entrance….there was his wife........lying on the floor and a man stood towering over her.He stared,unable to comprehend the situation.The man stared back.A few seconds tickled by…..on an impulse Samuel shot forward boxing the man,the man fell down and in the process grabbed a knife kept nearby.Samuel charged towards the man again with a greater intensity and sitting down beside him, started punching him.he could hear a voice shouting “chrisssssss”, he wondered who was chris?was it his wife’s voice?was it a nightmare?was it hallucination?the man held on to the knife,slowly lifted it up, while Samuel like a man possessed kept punching him, hauling abuses.The knife came down unnoticed and a fountain of blood ran through the floor.

A few months later the case was brought up.

It was a simple case of self defence,wherein it was said that Samuel had attacked the man and the man in self defence had to use the knife which accidently killed Samuel.

Venica, stood outside the door of their house, passing a name plate to that man.

She smiled at him while passing the name plate,he smiled back.

The name plate read ‘Mr.Chris Spence & Mrs.Venica Spence’