The Proposal - 55Fiction#2

If I could be with her,

To her beauty, I'd add a glow

I wait for him patiently, when on his knees

His love for her, he'd show

I know, She'll say "yes"

And together, they ever shall be

I'll sparkle on her finger,

A symbol of their love and trust, for all to see

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No guesses here, right? :) Well, going with mushy and romantic atmosphere...here's a toast to all lovers and friends who take the big step today, and who, to quote Ankit, "on their knees, break years of patience" :)  May all of you find lots and lots of love and happiness...

Happy Proposal Day, people! ;)

Goodnight :)

Shackles - 55Fiction#1

I try always, but fail.

I cannot leave his side, even though he ignores me.

I mix with strangers and he cannot tell me apart.

I owe my birth to light, but it has brought me only 

shackles of bondage to him.

I wait for darkness to fall to get my freedom, to fade away…

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Everyone's at it, so I thought I'd also join the 55fiction band-wagon :)

Just gave it a try...The idea came to me as I watched someone walking away today...and behind them, trailed their shadow as if it were tied to it's master...

Hope you all like it...It's even harder than I thought to express what I have to say just in a few words...55 to be precise :D

Ohh yeah...I almost forgot...the beautiful image's by: http://smashinghub.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/shadow-17.jpg

Thank you guys :)

Version#3 Provocative...(Guest Entry#2)

A Touch....

He was a wanderer, looking for the most desirable thing of his life, called love. He wandered everywhere, here and there, north and south, east and west, but he could find only money, power, lust ruling the world. He couldn't find what he wanted the most. He had no cravings for the worldly things because the only thing he couldn't have was and will be love. Like a small child, he became restless. He moved on and on and on. He traveled far and wide for his love. The problem was, he couldn't find her.

Then he was enlightened, knew that love is not to be pursued. It is not a thing which is to be searched for, it will come to you. It is the moment which takes you to your wildest of imaginations, turns you into a breathing stone for that moment and you never know when it passes away, and then it starts hitting you hard, your heart beats for her, and only for her till the end of his life.

When there was no breath of fresh air in his life, dried and withered, he saw her, jessie, that love hit him.. he saw her and that moment itself he knew, something was coming and that something passed on too, she did hit him hard and he instantly knew, she is his life's motive, his only life-saver, his breath of fresh air. He wandered everywhere for her, and lo! he she was coming towards him.

He knew he loved her, but couldn't figure out whether she too had the same feelings towards him. He waited for her. His eyes, his thoughts were enough to describe his love for her.

Whenever he saw her at a distance, his imagined touching her, caressing her, loving her, sitting beside her. He never held anybody's hand, but now he craved for that touch.

She understood him, she too desired to be his desire, desired to be his love, his heartbeat.

His wait was over, the day came for him like his love did. He touched her, and it seemed like, holding her hand for life and forever and ever. She was warm, soft, sweet and loving.

The moment was shining brilliantly, she as pure as fire and he as strong as ice, finally met each other. The destiny made them for each other.

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My friend Yuvva (silly :*), (http://uv-yura.blogspot.com/), emailed this post to me as Version#3 of "Provocative"- my previous post....I'm so glad she did this...

And the main inspiration behind this seems to be a touch..."i was inspired after reading this and that, watching this and that... but the main inspiration was the moment you held my hands. ... and the warmth which i felt...", in her own words  :)

Yup, Yuvva you were right...College does seem to be good for at least one thing, huh?;)

Finding inspiration....that too in strange moments :))  

Thanks a tonne angel...:*

Version#2 Provocative...(Guest Entry)

He loves her

She likes him

When he is with her,

he knows that,

parting from her would be difficult,

so he avoids her....

The distances bring her close to the man

She speaks to him..

The man is dying to talk to her,

but intentionally he behaves nonchalantly...

He knows it's too early to express his love,

He knows he cannot stay away from her.

In her, he sees his reflection.

In every of her mischief,

He finds his...

When he's close to her,

He is close to his self.

And so he waits,

he waits,

till he becomes a man,

someday,

and then,

he shall, 

on his knees,

Break years of patience....

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Ankit (http://readankitagrawal.blogspot.in/) emailed me this as he wished to add something to my last post...I liked it a lot :) And yeah, you guys are free to email me your versions of it too and I'll post them here :):)

Thanks guys :)

Have a great day everyone! :)

Provocative...

He looks her way yet again,

And feels a rage so strong

He knows he needs to be calm,

Or he'll end up doing something wrong

She watches him silently as she dances,

In the arms of yet another man

She feels a satisfaction and smiles,

As she thinks about her plan

As music fills the entire room,

He orders another drink on a whim

That's what he needs right now,

To numb the burning feeling inside him

As she steps out of the circle,

Of the strangers surrounding her

She heads for his table,

As his drink, he continues to stir

His eyes hold hers,

As she walks towards him

He finds her beauty breathtaking

And around him, the lights seem to dim

Her cold lips touch his,

And douse the fire that she had lighted

She alone knows that to quench his ardor

Fire and ice had to be united 

Taking perfect provocative strides,

She moves away from him again

In search for a new toy to amuse her,

For sometime, her attention who'd gain

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Okay, so I tried something different here...I don't know if you all can visualize it, but I could see a man sitting at the bar, jealousy raging inside him as he watches the girl he loves, toy around with strangers...Well , the reason I'm giving is that she's punishing him for something, like a fight or for lack of attention, or maybe, she's just a tease :D You're welcome to add your own reasons  :)) 

I totally got inspired by a friend's recent blog post which I loved -"Fire and Ice", which you'll find at- http://www.i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.in/2012/01/fire-and-ice-55fiction-1.html, and I interpreted it in my own way...Hope she forgives me if I messed it up ;)

Anyway, hope you all liked it...and for anyone who thought there'd be a revelation of the mysterious identities of the man and the woman in the end, all I can say is -tough luck! :p

Good night guys :)

Unrequited Love

From where he sits,

He sees all of what's around 

But the one his eyes search for,

Is no where to be found

Desperate for her company,

He roams here and there

He wonders whether its his fate,

And loneliness, he'd ever have to bear

Sad eyes will for her to appear,

A painful cry from the depth of his being

Penetrates the silent world and darkening sky,

Which with him, seem to be agreeing

I watch him from afar,

Yet I sense something is amiss

There is something about him, 

That speaks of pain, and makes me reminisce

There's hurt in his voice and yet,

As he waits, a hope inside him stays

And that, I know comes from one thing alone

An unrequited love, for someone to fill your days

And I see that lonely bird again, 

On the cold wall, as he sings a song

A song of heartache, of a love lost 

A song for the one, for whom he'll always long

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The idea for this post came to me today, as I sat in class in college and looked outside the door (as I was totally bored! :D) and saw a bird sitting all alone on a far-away wall, and moving here and there as if it was looking for someone...I'd seen it there before too once, and as I was already thinking about un-returned love because of my Dad's latest post ;), something just clicked :) 

So here it is...hope you all liked it...I'm so glad it finally broke(?) my writer's block, which has been irritating the hell out of me! :@ :/

Feels great to write...nice to know where I really belong and what I really want to do :)

Good night guys...hope I'll be back soon :p :)

Intimate Moments Spent With Her

                                              

He saw her after a lifetime,

She stood in a corner, calm and still

Thoughts of her, had kept him alive

Dreams of her, had given him a thrill

So many days, he'd spent without her

Her voice, he had craved to hear,

And when he conjured her up in his dreams

All his worries, would always disappear

He sat down in front of her now,

And wished to hear a melody so sweet

Something only he could understand,

Something that would make him complete

The desperation in his eyes,

The impatience that gnawed at him

Told him he could wait no longer

As a longing to touch her, coursed through each limb

His eyes closed, and his body relaxed

In front of him, his fingers splayed out

He touched none of her keys

But still, music he heard without a doubt

Because the music only he could hear,

Had become a part of his soul

From the day, he had first touched her

In this life, for him, there was only one role

He'd be the finest pianist there ever was,

His lover would be his piano

And as he got lost again in the music that he made,

It was still just an illusion, that he'd never know

I saw the movie, 'The Pianist' just yesterday and it was so moving, so beautiful that I just got lost in so many beautiful moments...There was one particular moment in the movie that inspired this post in which this man (Wladyslaw Szpilman) who has been a pianist for as long as he can remember, and has been thrown away from his home, separated from his family and has been treated like dirt and tortured like the rest of the Jews in Germany at that time, escapes, and is helped by some really good German people to go into hiding. He's hiding in this apartment which has a piano placed in the corner and the expression on his face as he watches it Oh God! Such joy, sadness, hope, desperation...and he sits in the stool in front of it and closes his eyes and stretches out his hands in front of him and plays...and you hear the most beautiful music ever...The thing is, he actually doesn't play at all, not even one key is touched...He can't even make the slightest bit of sound as all around him, the rooms are occupied by Germans and he can let no one know of his existence or else he'll be captured again...so he just moves his fingers in mid-air and still, he hears music... It was just so sad and so intimate and so very beautiful that I thought I'd write about it...I don't think I could justify that moment through this post but I just had to try...

And my mind's all muddled up and I was finding it really hard to write but again, I was craving to do it, so I shoved all my copies into my bag, left all the studying I was doing (which wasn't much :p) just like that and started to write....Hope you all liked it :) 

Please keep in mind that I had to write this post with the annoying voice of my roommate in the background the whole time!  :@ I really miss home :(

:D

Good Night guys :)