Blind Pride…

The cold wind beats at my face and I am soaked to my skin. Drenched and looking like a mess. I see two brothers walking hand in hand. The elder one glides on his long legs. The younger one, almost running to keep pace with his brother’s long strides. The elder one realizes and slows down. And then they walk togther, their feet marching a different beat. I feel warm to my skin, watching their childish affection. Their innate love for blood ties. I feel the warmth seeping to my toes and i smile.
The smile lingers for a moment and the cynicism returns. More

The Ward

I sometimes walk out of the smelly ward, just to stray around the dilapitated building. To get out of the nauseating smell actually. I walk around usually, meet friends, help people get to the right departments.

Today I thought I would just stand and watch people. I went over to the rusty gates that witness the coming and going of a thousands of sick people everyday. More

The Clod And The Pebble

“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives it ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.”
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A Rhyming Poem

That day when I was flying kite,
I reckon it was a lovely night,
Because the sun was shining bright,
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Bicycle

Drizzling just might not be the word I’m looking for but someone was crying somewhere and I wondered why above my head. The bus came and just as daily it stopped five to six meters before the bus stop. Everybody, just as daily, ran five to six meters towards it most of whom had just come from that direction including me. Of course, I had tried once to stop and stand at the bus’s bus stop but I should’ve known it would be of no use.
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Pillow Talk

and then they both were tired.
M: Hmmpf.
W: You liked it?
M: No, yes.
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Paridhi

Tags: Hindi poetry, Paridhi, Chetna Pant

Doomed

Back where it all started. Back to the demons that drove you away. Back knocking on the same door. The door that repulsed you. That drove you to tears. That you shut up yourself one day. And left. Never to come back. Tonight you are knocking on it. Slowly. Two raps. Like you are used to. You can’t stand. You are so tired. You feel your body tensing up with awkward anticipation. Him. His face as he opens the door. It’s been a while since you have seen him. Smelt him. He came to you lately. To take you back into his life and you drove him. Away. Thinking that you will be strong. But tonight you are weak. Vulnerable. You cant be strong tonight. You want to weep. In his arms. Falling down, every time you try to stand up. No songs for tonight. Just a faint strum of spanish guitar. That someone once played. The door opens.

And he is standing. He has been waiting for you. He knew you’d be back. But you dont run into his arms. Like you were used to. He sees the dark in your eyes. And takes your face in his hands. To bring your lips to his.

You know you are lost. To life. You who never gave up. You are done for. There is no way you are coming out of there without getting destroyed. You have submitted yourself to your awaiting doom. He will destroy what is left of you. You know. But you are just too tired. You want to be loved and tonight you would be… Loved.

- Neha

Tags: spanish guitar, strum, love, surrender

Oceans

Your mom holds your hand and takes you to the pier. You follow her like the lost lamb you were. Scared of the water, you can see water from the gaps in the boards of the floor. its scary. The thought of water under you.
She gets on the ferry and holds out her hand for you. You can’t. The boat is all wobbly and you feel sick seeing all the people wobbling in it. You wish there was another way. For you to cross the river. But there isn’t. So you sulk and warily get on.

Ten years later, you are almost as scared of water as you were then. More

Truth of Happiness

Happiness is just a tear drop away

- Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2)

When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
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What really is peace?

Sometimes I lay alone doing nothing but wondering. Wondering what tomorrow has in store for us. I wonder, if it is going to be just another day under the shadow of reassuring falsehood of peace brought (bought) through truce or a day full of bloodshed, hatred & agony.
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You can tell a lot

You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.

-Ronald Reagan

Tags: quotations, ronald reagon

Sania Mirza - To Her Love Means Nothing

A tennis player does not believe in love, to her love means nothing. Even though all the games begin love-all. It has happened to me, but I don’t play tennis.
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Dance the reel - Part III

You were in the kitchen… boiling potatoes for the shepherds pie… the phone rang in some corner of the house. you ran to pick up… only to wish you hadnt.
The voice on the other end is familiar. Brian. Sobbing.
“Neha”
“Brian?”
“Neha”
“Brian, why are you crying?”
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