Paris

I never thought beyond Mumbai, or so did I think. The subtle stilts by Gateway, the Victorian Era architecture left behind, the flora marked by its quintessential placement, the locomotives for the people traveling to ends of the city, daily, breathlessly. To me, it was the perfect place to breathe, live and die. A city I belonged to, a city I grew up in, a city I wanted to forgotten with in future. And that is when Paris happened to me.

La Paris, the city of music, art and love. I may not be an art connoisseur, or a musician, but I am a lover. A lover I never thought I would be. A hope to fall endlessly in love, is something that lingers in our heart, knowingly or unknown to some. And I fell, oh I fell deep, so deep that I rediscover myself every moment I breathe now. The feel to caress, to touch, to experience love, in dimensions untold.

The inexplicable rush of excitement in one's nerves, walking the parisian streets, watching men unfold their chairs in front of their shops, serving bordeaux I have never tasted better before, women laughing gently, and wandering carefree with their men to unfurl the parties of the night. The musette accordion filling your ears and imagination galore. The touch of the Renaissance architecture all across, the Sienne flowing through the hearts, the French delacour (oh yes, people were wonderful). Alas, I don't speak French, else I would have been a lyric in the poetry of France.

Someday, some birth, I want to be a part of this magic, when a Lewis Caroll could pen, "Delilah in Frenchland".

Did not know that it has been so long since I wrote last, and that I have been stagnating otherwise mostly. I made new friends over the year, met lovely people, broke up with a bunch, and made some life-changing decisions (not sure if regret wins yet). 
Hope to be more active around here now ...

SNOW

The clouds blocked the peaks. Yet, the white silk sheets floating over the velvety tips of snow were driving me ecstasic. He held me from behind, and whispered, his breath warming my nape, "S, we reached here finally" The feeling of him near me, all alone in this paradise, wish it never would go. As he led me into the small cottage we had woven in our dreams out of nowhere, my heart pumped.

Wasn't this de-ja-voo? Hadn't I been here before? The warmth of the hut, the fire blazing in the fire-place, it all felt so similar.

He drew me closer , and kissed gently on my forehead, i felt hands entwine around me. Firm, never to let away. We lay together, me on him, counting his heart-beat, with our eyes closed, with tears of triumph in our eyes, having covered all the obstacles. The doors shut firmly, withstanding the chilly winds outside, but a doubt lingering in my head, Haven't i felt something more?

The night rhymed to our love, opening up to the morning of bright rays, and I turned to look at him. The stranger lay there, the face I never saw before. The night had gone, so was my insight. Was it for real, or had I imagined it earlier?

Paragraphs of life.

************************************************************************************

As it winds back, she met love, someone she wanted to live with forever. They were united by mother nature and God's blessings, and they decided to entwine into each other till eternity. Love and she are inseparable, and will continue to remain so ...

************************************************************************************

She crossed paths with passion, and it flowed into her existence effortlessly. Together, they melted like chocolate; apart, it ate her raw. Flames was all it caused in her life, and she liked to burn in them.

************************************************************************************

Lust could not be stopped, and so wouldn't she. They were wary of each other, but magnetic against laws of human. They bore the seed of insanity, enjoying every bit. Not to regret but once, they parted to unite each time.

************************************************************************************

Revenge was her motive all the time. Only when she had it, she never knew. Ended up pining for it, meanwhile. While they loved to hate each other, they also could not stop themselves from indulging pulling out all stops. She would never know of it being with her, perhaps...

************************************************************************************

************************************************************************************

End with love, while live with all others - she epitomizes truth. So difficult to accept, so difficult to live otherwise. Against all rights or wrongs, against human, in nature's womb.

Solace in Solitude.

Wandering lest loneliness engulfs me,

in deep thoughts which nobody could see,

timorous of being stranded alone,

feelings hidden inside, never shown.

Desirous of love purest,

lustful for a warm shoulder to rest,

to vent it all out, loud, crying,

to lift me from where I am lying.

Mizzle from my eyes, as they wet the ink,

running afar from truth, the harder they sink,

the endless anguish tearing my soul and heart,

shredding away my dreams, part by part.

Solitary comfort, not many know it though,

easier to suppress and harder to show,

the blood from my quill flows all over here,

as I embrace solitude to slay my fear.

Words I weigh ...

Someone said - "You may feel the compulsion to flirt, but the fear to cross morality-level is what keeps you in check."

The mind tends to be so readable by someone, yet so crypted for some. Women boast of being impossible to be understood; in-fact, they are no less than an open book, one only needs to understand the language. And when that reader comes by, she wants him to be with her forever as someone - a friend, a companion, a lover, a soul-mate, relations undefined or many.

Some like to bury their secrets deep, never to be unearthed, never to see day-light or another's ears and eyes. But some love to flaunt their secrets mockingly, in a care-free manner, which when cared for and heard, hits them hard. The vulnerability of falling prey to one's own words is tough to reckon with, and to live with it trying not to repeat the mistakes is gruesome.

Somewhere deep within, to realize the follies, the intentional mistakes, some unintensional slips and finally, the repentance, is a big and brave step, but to change one-self , is still herculean ...

And I get back to the codes, reluctantly, to wait for tonight to move on, restlessly, to live and wilt, quickly ...

Sinful Indulgence :

Wondered what would i do, if the worst ever happened to my life, and I knew there was no return ever, but to live on . Sounds depressing, eh ? But read on, and the ideas won't seem so bad; infact, they tend to be so normal sometimes, that I think if I should really have them before the worse :) (mental note : Mind makes too many excuses. Pocket does not. It only remains empty.)

1. Get my right arm and hand tattoed with some Satanic image. (throw in a few colours too, if I could bear with the pain)

2. Start to smoke, and try joints. ( then try weed, ganja, blah-blah, .... humbug)

(Note here too : as the points increase, the associated cost and craziness also increases. Man's after all, wildest in his fantasies, guffaw!!)...

3. Buy some second-hand SUV, which can be used as a live-in vehicle too. (you know where am I getting next)

4. Go on a road-trip, with enough moolah to fuel my vehicle and a good camera to click what I might never see again.

5. Ram some auto-wallahs and speed off.

6. Sell off the vehicle to join some roadies (not MTV, d***-a**, I meant the real ones) on an expedition to Himalayan roads.

7. If I live enough, come back and post my experiences.

The last, would be the tribute to this space, I have been writing for a while now.

Getting emotional. Not over the blog-space. For the Oscar win/ lose tone. WTF !!