Different

Different

Different

The atmosphere filled with your scent,
Could do no more than make me sigh;
Sigh in pleasure.
Your eyes did expound a lot more,
Than what Faraday could ever attempt to do.

The grin that drove out the monotony,
The heart-warming blink that erased anxiety,
You were different,
I knew.
You were special,
I assumed.

I would shiver at the touch of the tips of your fingers
And, yet I could roam and wander in your warmth,
The warmth that could stay and never leave,
The way every man promises to never flee;
Never flee from the incessant marathon,
The journey of life which goes on.

Does it ever peep into your mind,
The unending stories you would relate to me?
The honest laughs we had had shared?
And, the enigmatic silence, that sometimes
Fettered us into an unknown chain?

Yearning those awfully fortunate times back
Was in vain.
Was it easy?
Easy to un-notice my years old scars?
Snatching away the only way to heal those wounds?

I feel those wounds aching more,
Whenever I walk down the path alone;
The moonlight bathed path that still
Has our footprints.
A chill runs down my spine,
When it rains endlessly and I,
I walk alone holding the lugubrious umbrella
That was once bright and knew your smell.

You deciphered that, you added to my misery.
To my astonishment,
You were gone with the wind to somewhere unknown.
Scattered into pieces, I gathered myself.
I attempted hard,
Hard enough to erase the slightest image of yours.

Does it ever occur to you
That all you said, was not true?
Tripping over myself
Again and again,
I finally, reached home.

You were different,
I knew.
You were special,
I assumed.

***

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Revelation

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Revelation

Dear the person, who taught me to fathom my magnitude,
I could never foretell that you would turn out to be the person, who you’ve become. Who would know, an unknown visage was concealed behind an amiable face that reflected humility and honesty? However, I am exceedingly grateful to you for you did, what I could never even imagine in my out of the box prognostications. There was no salt in my life until you revealed to me, the different, astonishing aspects of life. How can anyone say that a friend who had assisted you in so many different ways, would not be the person, you thought him to be?
And, I long to make sure that you know that, I do not ponder about you, anymore.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Revelation

The thunder that came with you

The thunder that came with you

I have not blogged for eight months or so, because of all the conundrum that has devoured my life. Lately, I have been into poetry, although I do not exactly know how to write a poem. I scribbled down something, that I would like to share with you, and please give your views on it, because it does help.

The thunder that came with you

A cliche day may not turn out
To be so, when the sky is enveloped with clouds,
Gargantuan clouds, dark and thunderous.
With the refreshing wind,
And a thunderstorm’s glimpse,
A monotonous day receives an enigmatic end.
Coming across you on the Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays,
Makes me stumble with no more than a ‘Hey!’

Vitality never leaves me alone.
It never does.
But, on some miserable days, I act listless,
Drained of energy, somnolent
Just for a precise longing confined in my heart,
To make you commence a conversation,
To make you encourage me
And, love me.

My heart ceases to pump blood.
I breathe heavily,
At the thought of not having you to myself,
Of not being lucky enough
To have you love me.
I feel content when to some simple questions,
I give elusive answers.
Just the way I love fiction and the dancers.

That day,
That stereotypical day never took birth
In my out of the box imagination.
The feeling that nurtured sensations,
Was more than its worth.
Could you tell,
That I would pull you close, towards me?
Even I couldn’t.

Head-aches were already noted in my tuition routines.
I always wonder in awe,
Astonished and spellbound at the way,
You erased it without any flaw.
Resistors and conductors always filled me with exasperation,
Detest and monotony.
Have you ever thought of the worthlessness of Kirchoff’s law to me?
Or to a dreamer?

Clouds as enormous as the islands,
Covered the city ponderously.
The power of the wind
Slammed one of the doors,
While you were busy poking me and staring at the floor.
Astounded, I was,
At the sight of you, following me out of the door,
Since, you always bid  a bye, and did nothing more.

Your ridiculous stories, moreover, the obtuse explanations,
Which had a sheath of humour and wit,
Were the two things, I loved.
The mighty wind had then, taken a steady pace.
Trees like eerie phantoms, swaying in the wind,
I noticed then,
The small pond that had rain in it,
Had to finish another race.

Wet streets and the swaying trees,
The heart warming wind with the taste of raindrops
And, the stray dogs in quest of food,
Were the reasons why my brain worked.
A spark of intelligence,
Moved my fingers to play,
“The night we met,”
And, the glee lingered on.

You were elucidating the depth of life,
While I was busy getting lost into your eyes,
Your eyes, enigmatic and yet, beautiful,
Under the glasses you wore.
“We have so much to do,
So many things to see.
Yet we have so little time.”

I remember what you said,
Standing there beside me.
The wind through my hair,
With the magical tune into my ears,
I longed to embrace you.
Your lips.
Dive into your soul and
Know all your darkest parts.

No sooner did the song end,
Than you came forward for a handshake.
The key is to not let the right moment pass.
My heart would not halt beating fast,
Yet I yearned to pull down all the curtains
Everything that kept you from me,
That separated you from me,
That drew a boundary.

Did I do anything wrong,
When I pulled you close and,
Let that one instant of relief touch my soul?
Your heartbeats were almost audible.
I closed my eyes shut,
To feel that,
This is true.
This is not a wonderful dream.

I could feel myself wrap my arms
Around you,
Tighter and tighter.
I had to stop my heart from skipping beats,
Again and again.
I took a step back,
Took a deep breath,
And, you were still there.

***

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Curve

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What is a curve? Something, that is not straight. I think, nothing is straight. Our lives? Never straight. They are full of ups and downs, bliss and misery, marvellous experiences, a thousand number of feelings. Us? We were never straight, were we? Okay, I am not talking about homosexuality, but our different moods, ways of conversations, likes and dislikes, eating habits, and so much more. We like something at this instant, however, maybe, after a few days, loath it the most. We listen to the same song for ages, till we get bored of it. However, we never get bored of something, but ourselves. We try to do, what we wish to do, but, we are never triumphant. We chase dreams, we can’t see, we do weird things which bear no meaning.

I remember, yesterday, a friend sent a message, “fewf ff dfhed dh ?”
I replied, “Gdudhiwueyegsuaowkajahshsh.”
He said, “hfhdfdsafkf df :)”
I answered, “Gafatwg hdhdu. !!!”
“fjafjsdaf ffas fsadjf asfaf afjo f!!!! fsadhfjdaff dsfadhf fg? fsdhfdf, dfdsf.”
“Yjhr togdff??”
” aefhadf fuasf asfgjha fafjhasf fgvjhf sadvjvdsa. dhsadf dfjhs f. fhd f! :(”
“Hsgeveue jsuehrvd heheiwowb shafwrw. 😦 hsheiow. Hsheueiiw :)”

This went on. It had no meaning, and you might think, what on earth you are reading. However, after that, he said that, everything we had, made meaning to us but not to the world. He continued that we were pretending to make something out of nothing. We acted accordingly, to fulfill each other’s wish. Life is about making something out of nothing, that will make you someone different, unique. More than this, you should find glee in everything and live your life the way, you want to. Because, if, one day, you had the chance to watch the movie of your life, I hope, you will watch it, like you had never watched anything more spellbinding.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Curve

Obstacles

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Obstacles
Can limitations and obstructions push us forward in our creative work?

If someone is determined enough to reach what he cannot see, he will work consistently, till he arrives in the nick of time. Obstacles and limitations will always be in our paths, endeavouring to keep us from our destination. We back out or give up, thinking that, we won’t be able to survive it. However, who keeps on the track, walks alone, pushes against the mighty storm, wins. Because, if there is hard work, there will be a fruitful end to it. To the brave souls, obstacles and boosts are synonymous, but, to the fragile ones, the same direct them towards the fruitless end. But, one should keep walking without the greed for the fruit.

One thing that should be recalled by everyone in the difficult times, “It is you and only you, who will win. There is no other outcome or equation.”

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Obstacles

 

Leap

Daily Prompts – Leap

It is a word which literally means to jump or to spring up, however, in life, most of the people fail to take this leap. People fear the consequences which will cause drastic changes in their lives after this leap has been taken. Those who do take this leap, having faith in themselves, move forward in their long journey. Those, who are frightened of this leap and sit back at their homes, not attempting to make their dreams come true, they are the ones whose dreams remain to be so. Their lives remain static and hence, then, blame their fate and Him for whatever happened to them. Having faith in oneself, is the foremost thing one should do. One should not just dream and think, but do whatever necessary to fulfill those. Those who leap, have their Mercedeses make the din, and those who don’t, have to tire their mouths.

Have faith in yourself and Him, because you never know, what you are going to achieve. Life will keep surprising you in every way possible. So, take the leap if you haven’t already.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords
Leap

Counting Voices

Daily Prompts – A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?

A conversation can be interesting or monotonous and this type depends on the mindset of the people involved in it. A good conversation can even take place in my mind between two imaginary people or maybe, two eminent celebrities. Two can be enough or one, or even ten cannot make it. So, it is variable like the ‘x’.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

Counting Voices