An Evening at The Airport

She lifted her luggage and placed it on the front seat of the land cruiser. Seated in the rear seat, she was unusually quiet. May be she wasn’t feeling fine or didn’t want to leave. Silence marked its presence all through the way, even at the noisiest place – the airport. I could only glance through the mirror while driving. She was completely lost in her own thoughts staring away at the detours. I was aware of her silence and the storm that whirled inside her. Though she had cited the reason why she didn’t intend to visit Delhi, except for business, I assumed the said reason for her emotional mess too.

When we reached the parking lot of the airport, she just smiled and lifted her bag before I could. While strolling towards the terminal, she asked me a couple of questions about my entrance tests… may be she just wanted to evade her thoughts and keep her cool. I was answering her questions normally as if unaware of her distress. Though she was trying to show that she was fine, a feeling of deep sadness inside her could be easily sensed. May be she needed a shoulder to lean and release the stress. I felt tremendously bad for her and wished that I could hug her and tell her “I am there for you”. Since we had been friends only for a month, I didn’t want to interfere much, so I remained still. But I really wanted to hug her and say “I care for you and I am worried about you, come soon”. I was unaware that I would be one of her dearest after that evening at the airport.

It’s so strange that you give a person so much importance even when you are still an option in that person’s life, and hardly focus on the fact that there is some one else waiting for us. The need is to just turn around and look. I do remember those sleepless nights and the smoke-filled corner of the Mochas café at Churchgate that consumed my year 2006 when I was a graduate in Ad. Thanks to the split with Naomi, just stress and smoke filled in that year. As it is rightly said “Time is the best healer and counselor’, so it proved to be. Naomi was my past and I had to start my life on a new page. During the same time I met her through a social site and we soon became good pals.

Even though she was in her 30’s, she was much more beautiful and elegant than a ramp model. The only thing missing was a smile and a handsome guy accompanying her. She walked towards the airline office and got her ticket confirmed. I was watching the crowd walking and strolling inside the terminal and at the entry doors. She returned with two cups of hot coffee and offered me one; I thanked her and smiled. She smiled back, sipping the coffee and gazing blankly at the departure indicator. She didn’t even realize that she had already finished the coffee until I offered to throw her empty cup. She smiled, so innocently, just like an angel, and I felt that even a coffee cup could fill with love for her. There was a kind of dampness in her eyes when she smiled. I wondered why all the good and beautiful people had to smile in pain. I felt that God had been unjust to her. There was a storm whirling inside her which disturbed her more as she headed towards the departure. It was now time for her to go through the security checking and board the flight. Before she could go in, I said, “Take care and don’t strain much. In case you do feel low just give me a call”. She smiled and said, “yes” in a choked voice. Her voice made me even tenser. With a heavy heart I left, but as I walked a few steps away, she called me on my cell phone. I rushed towards the gate.

She was waiting outside the door. I was tense and asked her “You were supposed to be on the flight. Why did you come out”? She looked at me with an expression saying she didn’t want to leave me and go away. She hugged me, at the same time weeping and thanking me for being with her. I hugged her, wiping her tears and admitting my love for her. She looked at me and asked me why I had taken such a long time to say so. I was falling short of words so I just hugged her tight. I felt as if a soothing medicine was being poured on our wounded hearts. She held my arm and walked alongside me towards the parking lot. We smiled at each other. The bag is placed at the rear seat and now she is with me in the navigator’s seat.

Slayer In My Heart

There’s a slayer in my heart
Tearing me softly apart
Life seem to be a pain now
Death appears skies above

Angel of death rings the knell
Devils’ busy, to get me in hell
I can’t stay alive any longer
striving for deaths’ gone harder.

Memories crowd over
staring like an evil spirit
pushing inside a dagger
of pain when fallen over grit

I lie now wounded by fate
Over the bed of anguish,
Where life goes harsh
Getting pound of flesh
Ripping apart my heart

Fallen over the grave
Passes of the day and
Gazing up in the sky
Hours of nights fly away

Injured by destiny
The warrior waits
In a sheer pain
Longing to embrace death

Let me kiss you

Let me kiss you one more time
Let me hold you one more time
Before we leave away
Lets be together for some more time

I wanna be yours forever
can’t see you sad ever.
Wish I could be with you
to love and wipe ya tears

Let me kiss you one more time
Let me hold you one more time
Before we leave away
Lets be together for some more time

Hours that we spent together
And those precious moments
That never fades with weather
Are worth than a treasure

Let me kiss you one more time
Let me hold you one more time
Before we leave away
Lets be together for some more time

Distance may keep us far
but I shall be with you
no matter how hard
Nothing except death

can take us apart.

Realizing Relations

The city of dreams wakes up to scores of event happening in and around. 8:00 AM and the trains are packed, buses are crowded and cars hit the road. After entire nights blink the traffic signals start functioning. Several Men and Women drive towards office. Some of them read the business report while being seated in the rear seats of a Toyota, Mercedes, or BMW. At times blankly gaze at the passing detour. Whereas some try to set in a crowded bus smiling and chatting over cell phones with loved ones. Lending a helping hand to their spouse, trying to give them a sense of comfort is a picture ever so often. It makes one think what is it that makes one so silent or lost whilst traveling in world finest luxury or content being in a packed iron containers.

That’s when the cupid discharges his arrow and the answer comes maybe Love! Need not specifically say love, but can be mutual understanding, care for each other, being affectionate and couple of other things. It’s not just love; it takes so many things to make an affair long lasting. Many times it is observed the adolescent stating, “I am in love or I’ve committed or we are going around” How many of these college time affairs last?

Hardly a few of them may not be a single.

Some college time affairs end up in marriage, but later it’s learnt that both of them are quiet different chemicals, the relationship doesn’t works out. The vows taken, words sworn are banged. The army of differences marches over, wounding and killing the relationship they share. Expectations are shattered. Instead of living and loving each other they start existing and adjusting with a great burden inside. Things are often taken for granted; differences of opinions arise making the scenario grave. Once they could not miss facing each other and now they cant stand by each other. When things go out of control relationships tend to hit the rock further leading to divorce. Then it doesn’t matters whether they had love or arrange marriage.

Reasons! Name them and you can file one. The reasons for divorce are innumerous. In most of the cases filed for divorce are based on Infidelity, Premarital Relationship, and Failed Expectations. Once considered a taboo in India has become a common event these days. Around 40-50% marriages hit the rock with the above reasons. Divorce is also filed accusing each other of infidelity or pre martial relationship and varied other reasons. At times to get rid of the wife or husband and get along with the ex-lover divorces are filed. Need not have a grave look at divorce; it’s has a status now.

The fact cannot be challenged that divorce isn’t a painful procedure, its like parting emotionally with the companion. Very few get re married or have content expressions every day. Most of the divorced men and women prefer to stay alone rather than being in any kind of relationship.

After the traumatic episode of divorce, silence prevails in most of their lives. Working hours go long as there is no one at the dining table waiting for. Luxury might flow in but no one to spend for. Weekends those were spent in cinema galleries and malls are now dipped in tequila shot at pubs or lounge bars. Moments fly off with the smoke of cigarettes and flipping over television channels. The companion whose thought even would inject life becomes a migraine that consistently occurs.

Nights of depression are longer than an active day. Colors of life go pale and so is the divorcee’s life. This isn’t an end; there are couples of more things than divorce that people need to gulp. The fact is that they are a bit strong and hard to chew. Time has changed, lifestyle is ascending, and so are the preferences. Marriages are out and Living Relations and Open Marriage are in.

This is an ordinary state of affairs in urbane and ambitious nations. If things don’t work out, get divorced, have an open marriage or living relationship. Marriage is no longer a sacred bond but just a ritual for namesake. Moreover people are soon gulping the reality that fidelity and loyalty is not an enclosure that comes with the envelope of marriage. Convenience is fast replacing fidelity and loyalty in marriages today.

One needs to realize the significance of relationship and take care of it. A smile and sweet apologize at times can make your spouse stand by you forever. Life can become beautiful again without opening the chapters of open marriage, living relationships, or divorce.

It does matter when you think, “It doesn’t matters how hot she/he is but it does matters how warm she/he is.”

Waiting For You

Waiting for you so long,
from dusk to dawn.
Never smiled or frown,
that’s how life went on

Sipping the coffee alone,
in cafés sea view lawn.
So were the days flown,
Nights went dim and long

Waiting for you so long,
from dusk to dawn.
Never smiled or frown,
that’s how life went on

Hours flew, seasons gone
lilies smiled and mourned.
Evening drives turned long
with miles and silence along

Waiting for you so long,
from dusk to dawn.
Never smiled or frown,
that’s how life went on

When Christmas came on
Light decked home and lawn.
But chilly winter went alone,
no one to smile or hold on.

Waiting for you so long,
from dusk to dawn.
Never smiled or frown,
that’s how life went on

no matter how long
I shall wait for you
Your words and love
keeps me alive and on

I will follow you forever

I will follow you forever
You wont be alone ever
All will be happy and fine
Let me make you mine

I don’t promise you star
Will never keep you far.
I’ll give you my love
For me you are all above

I will follow you forever
You wont be alone ever
All will be happy and fine
Let me make you mine

Can’t see your moist eyes
Will love you till time flies.
Seasons vary but I shall never,
Standing by you forever.

I will follow you forever
You wont be alone ever
All will be happy and fine
Let me make you mine

I’ve got to be there for you somehow
As just cannot live without.
It would be a lie
Saying, I never loved you

I will follow you forever
You wont be alone ever
All will be happy and fine
Let me make you mine

I want to be with you
for the rest of my life.
My love shall be there

Even If I rest in my grave

Incomplete

So hard to say a goodbye,
feels like leaving life.
A last look from outside,
leaves severe pain inside.

Lots of things to say,
but stands far away.
Appearing dejected,
and lips firmly pressed.

Words those were sworn,
stay futile and unknown .
Shattering ones dreams
life becomes incomplete.

Worlds is at the end,
sorrow awaits ahead.
Eyes moist and red,
feelings are flooded.

In time and love’s fray,
countless affairs decay.
Lovers part their ways,
memories rest in grave.