Being Friends!!!!!!!

"Hello........"
"Hey......ssup?"
"Nothing as such........u say.....call........at this tym....is everythn fine?
"Well.....i dont kw actually.......bas not feeling good....."
"What happen???.......say sumthin nw....."
"Can u come to centre plz ....tomorrow? I need to talk to you...."
"Okies......but u cn atleast say wats wrong? I mean is smething bothering u?
"Sort off..........Chal ya me going to sleep.......do cme tomorrow "

Next day

"Hello"
"Yeah..m here....whr r u? M waiting at 3rd floor.......come fast"
"Coming in five minutes"

Ten minutes later

"So........the king is here haan.......finally..........look at ur stubble.....hah......trying to look cool haan?"
"Wat trying to look........I am cool......(smirked)......"
"Yeah ....Yeah..."

After few stupid talks

"Now say whats the matter? Why your eyes are red? Now dont say that you were studying whole night ok.......tell me wats is it?"
"I need to end up things right here only......Its been more than two years and still things are not clear.....err"
"Then?? What are you waiting for............do it.."
"oh yeahh...........its not that easy ok......"
" Nothing is impossible either....I may sound dramatic but this is the truth. You yourself dont want to free yourself from your "Past"...n then you curse life, god and what not to make life complicated. I mean this is too much now....look at you....you are devastating your life..is this the way you planned things for your life? Can you simply imagine yourself how you would be after five years.......Damn ya how can you do this with yourself. M sry if I am crossing the line"

"You have the right.....dunn wry...just say what u want to..i want to hear"
"That is it....you are mature enough to think wats right and wrong for you..now dont think much and do wat your heart says"
"My heart says that every life has an end and so do things in life.......and after their end, those things could only be kept on ventilator without having life of its own....and its time for me to bid adieu from those things....."
"Hmmmm..........so now smile and keep yourself happy....you'll find ample of reasons to smile on small things.........look aroud yourself.......life is full of LIFE itself"...........

"I feel terrible smetym...lyk killing smeone"
"Then go for it.....kill all those mosquitoes around.......heheh"
"That was a PJ anyways"
"But you smiled atleast"
"And what if I dont feel lyk sleeping ......"
"Then think to do smething new...smething crazy.......smething wierd......And then sochte sochte hi neend aa jaegi"(Laughed)
"Again a bad one........."(Bt I actually was smilling after days)
"Now no more serious talks........I have prepared only this much speech u kw"
And we both giggled......few more stupid talks and he went back but left a smile on my face.
He is one of the rare closest friend I have today....a person who knows how to bring smile on a dull face......stupid but sweet....a child at heart but yet mature.....the one with whom I can just be myself....I can speak my heart out.......only person who never humiliate anyone but instead give reasons to laugh on troubles. Pain and dullness are the words which does not exist in his dictionary, and the most important thing is he never make fun of feelings....instead bring new dimensions in every vivid less situation.
Yes, he is a special friend I love to spend time with.

P.S. : There exist a world between black and white. And there also exist a relation between friend and beloved.

Question??????

Is it right to quit something you are not happy with and not sure to be happy even after quiting????

"There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again...
Sometimes,I want to call you, but I know you won't be there
Its hard to say goodbye when u r so close"

A Castle..once mine!!!!!

That room was mine...entirely mine. I owe that place. Every corner, every wall, each window and the door....It was mine. Someone has gifted that to me once as a symbol of care and love he had . In initial days I wasnt very comfortable with the place, it was new to me, to have a place of my own. Time passes and I started enjoying the warmth and coziness of that place. I took pleasure in living there. I decorate it with all colours, I saw dreams....dream of my future, dreams to have my man by my side....the man who gifted the most beautiful moments of my life, moments which I can never forget till the last breath of my journey called life.
Time passed...by this time that space was mine, but things were going away from me....slowly....colours were fading, dreams were fissuring.......I was loosing my own belongings. I saw someone entering my room.....He said I have to share it with her......I denied....he got annoyed......I agreed. I shared my space with her. Days went by...she was using my stuffs...she was colouring my space in her own colours....colours just opposite of mine. I fought, I cried, I shouted....but no one listened me. I slept with my pillow ....wet with tears.
Mornings came and nights went.........day by day I was made to share my space with more people. .I was helpless....saw my entitiies fussing with me........he came and assured that these things are still mine..I smiled....but truth was different.I could sense that.....
Years passed and I am a complete stranger in my own space today....his past is now his present.....and I am standing at the door...dont knw what step should I take now. Should I step in and fight for my love or should I go out and free him with his love?

A Time Then.............

How things change from one world to other......how rapidly tym flows from the river of life.....seems like just yesterday wen surroundings were oozing out of of bliss, guffawing, zealots all around. There was music, dance, laughs, peers, and time.....Time for living the present, time to grin on past moments, time to gloat over stupid things done....At that side of life, we were the kings...we were the protagonists, we were the producers of the movie called life. We mould it and took it in the way we wanted it to be. We fought, we hugged, we cried, we laughed , we , we , we...............
There was only WE which exists then, no "ME" and no "I".......life was about 'US', our happiness, our wishes, our desires........."OUR Friends"....life was for them, time was for them, heart was for them, and thoughts was for them. Question was never 'what should be done to make ourself happy?'..............question was always to make them relieved...Their sorrows made us weep......their felicity made us pacify.
And then there was LOVE.......love so naive, so callow, so true...like a baby born few seconds back..a love so unconditional...a feeling so chaste, divine , contented...there were rainbows all around...dreams, desires, fantasies, passion, aspirations to fly high...free in the sky....curiosity and urge to hold time.......to stop earth's revolution......to live life in each moment spent together.....that feeling of oneness....that touch pure like pantheon, a kiss delicate as a pearl.....fragrance as fresh as sandalwood.........
Yes....those were the moments once lived, now a fiction!!!!!

Burning Desires!!!!!

I hate it when u speak of her. I hate every word that flows out from your mouth .I envy every letter that praises her.. That pile of burning desires destroys all longing and affection I have for you. I cant hear a word when u praise her, I cant bear her name on your lips. You are not mine but you cant be hers.
Every night I see you in her arms and I broke down in thousand of pieces and my soul wander in search of a place where I could see nothing but you, you....all Mine and no one else amidst us.
I see her laughing at me and shouting that you are not mine, I feel her minions disgracing my soul..I cry but no one listen....I shout but no one care....I mourn but cant see anyone around...except graves of the moments when I once was alive.
I burn down into ashes to emerge as a Phoenix, to burn again in your desires .......everyday.

P.S: "Grief and disappointment give rise to anger, anger to envy, envy to malice, and malice to grief again, till the whole circle be completed."

Banglore Junction

She was rushing....again late....this habbit has always vexed her. Thnx to our Indian Railways...this tym also the train was late by 30 mins. She went in and adjust all her baggage. Mammoth of work was pending so without wasting tym she opened her laptop and starts playing with numbers and figures.As it was 5 in the
morning and she was feelin damn soporific , she decided to have a coffee first. She went out and looked around for some tea stall. Getting coffee at this tym and in tea stall is a big thing, luckily she got one. The train started and so do her work.Hours passed and she was fathomly involved in her work . Noise of other passangers couldnt disturb her. All these years she has succumbed herself with work , work and only work.
Stations come and went by, passengers steped up and down...train was whirling...she shuted down her lappy and closed her eyes.Her face was covered with her dupatta.....and she slept............

"Excuse me"... abruptly a voice collides her ear drum.
Without completely opening her eyes she searched for ticket and handed it to the person standing.
"M sorry Ma'am but I am not a TT"
Damn....then what this person wants. She turned to see his face.

A long pause....things got static for a moment. None of them moved. Life always throw a lagniappe when is least expected. Do they have to meet like this after ages. Never in her weirdest dream she thought of meeting him like this. Almost a decade has passed. Time has moved on and so has she. Yes, she has moved on. She is not a naive,insane, lovable and always smilling girl . Today she is a 'women'. A women
mature enough to take decisions of her own life, strong enough to live alone in a strange city, and dedicated enough to not let her mind get distracted with her past. In short she is a numb, workaholic Women today.

"Hi"
"Hi"
"How r u?"
"M gud. How are you?"
"M fine"
"Good to see you after a long time"
"The feeling is mutual"

There was an awkward silence between them, which last for hours.

"So........."
"So?"
"So, where r u working? You were into your Master's when we last met"
"Yeah...long tym. M working with a Bank. Have just got a transfer to Banglore. What about you? Still in Infy?"
"No...left that long back. Did my Master's. Now working in Banglore itself. Irony it is, again in the same city. History repeats itself"
"But exceptions always remains"
"Yeah."

A small pause

"So, what else. Howz everyone at home?"
"Everyone is fine. Bhai got admission in a good B school. Doing his Master's."
"Great. And...Err....you are staying alone in Banglore?"
"Yeah...I love my own company.(smiled) Anyways cant share my space with anyone now...."
"Good"
"Hmmmm..........Howz Parul?
"Oh she got married two years back. She's in Noida"
"Thats great"

"Yeah.....And......Errr...........what about your life? I mean ........err.......".....

And they reached their destination...."Banglore Junction"......