Strangers

Like a dream it was

I wish I could say

The stars in those eyes

alien to me

little did I know

the colors in those eyes

be my dream.

the tune of your heart

my hymn..

I fear the day I lose you

I fear the moment

when I question why I breath

I wish we were strangers again

like the day we met

dreamy eyes mystery to me..

Our eyes never locked

I wish.

never would have been the same

you and me..

you fade away

in the morning mist

leaving me behind…

I wish we never met..

we were strangers..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

 

Lunch box

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Arav smiled with his eyes closed ,enjoying the aroma of the chicken curry and roti  from the lunchbox that he held in his hands.

“You are the most awesome friend I have “ he  said hugging  her.

Just because I brought you these ?

“No because you  gave me the key to some  beautiful memories ,reminded me  of my mom “ he said licking the curry off his fingers.

“Aww someone is getting emotional “she  hugged him back with a smile that said I knew it.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The one who spoke

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned from the person you’re the closest to?

Important lesson I have learned from someone close? Well.. “Stop whining and move on”!!!!!!!!

N was the one who told me life is too precious to be wasted. Life is too short..either  you can sit back and curse the rain or get wet ,dance in the rain and enjoy each drop . What I really loved was that he said it straight to my face not caring whether I will get offended or not. Of course I felt bad and was mad at him for weeks.. He even got to the extend that I am giving some lame excuses to escape the reality. He was the one who said the truth ; to be exact the only one who said the truth..I miss you my friend.

Daily Prompt: BFFs

FOR REASONS I DONT KNOW

My eyes stumbled  on a picture he posted on Facebook..Man what on the earth makes you click such mind-blowing pictures..As I went through each pic I felt as if I was stalking him. I see a picture of him with his friends having the best time of their life and  can’t stop thinking that he has turned into a handsome guy..A tinge of jealousy flashed through my mind .I ignored the pic without pressing like ..Something held me back from doing so..Each time I saw something posted by him ,be a pic,a status update or those notes which made me think “I never knew this guy was so talented why don’t he try blogging (even I tried my hand..although I flood the place with crappy posts) he would have got millions of fans “may be he owns one.and its me  who has zero knowledge about it.So where were we ,though I loved everything he posted I never bothered to appreciate.May be the big fat ugly ego!!

I knew him since my childhood.I disliked him right from the childhood for reason which I can’t figure out..Each and everything he did used to annoy me(reason unknown) He wore a golden bracelet on his hand which during regular intervals would be displayed by vigorous shaking of his hands as if to adjust it ; which triggered non stop silent giggles for me and my cousin and we used to call him Mr show off .The tag is still bestowed on him .He used to annoy me calling my nickname/pet name(nick name for I disliked it and would end up in a fight with the person who calls it) which my brother used to call me.and he would knock on my head lightly  as if showing affection.To my disbelief he still does these offending acts whenever he sees me.Whenever I am around he would sing songs loudly as if he knew that I disliked hearing him sing..why I don’t know!! He sang pretty well and those were my favorites also but then I find myself starting to dislike the song.His perfume makes me sick.Whenever he is around I ignore him. I put on a I don’t care face but would be watching him secretly.Whenever he see me he smiles warmly at me for which I return my cold smile.. He’ s now miles and miles away from here ,living his life ..I haven’t seen him for years now..and still the unknown dislike exists..

May be I envy him..he’ s now living the life I dreamt about.. wandering the world as if he has no roots on earth..living life as if each moment was his last.These could be the last things I could do. I am too much dependent  ,bound to the chain of relations.It’s like a caged bird envying the other who is rising high in the sky flapping its way through freedom.