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The Amorous Collywobbles.

Walking down that lane

An identical cup of coffee in hand,

Her mesmerizing smell brushed my senses

And I just fell in love.

 

Clad in a simple red rayon saree

Defining so alluringly her beautiful body,

A mundane watch on her left wrist

Elucidating simplicity, discarding the dramatic twist.

 

Her loquacious brown eyes inadvertently looks at me

And in a flash, she hypnotized me,

Her soft lips gave out a melodious rasp

And my heart skipped a beat, just like that.

 

She didn’t win me over with just her somatic charms

I melted into a glaze, by her smiling electrical storm,

I stood there, heart in my mouth; lost; engulfed

And just like that I fell in love.

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Grumpiness And Twittering!

I had a rough day. Well, honestly I am having a rough year since last year and so I have started taking and considering things by days and hours. So now I don’t ask someone on a Saturday, “how was your week?” I simply ask, “Ho was your day?” when someone asks me for a plan on a Friday, when today is still Wednesday, I reply “I’ll tell you a day prior to it.” Things have been so surprising (in a really wrong and unhappy way) that I have started dealing things one at a time, because really? Future? More unacceptable and uncertain than I thought!

 

So yeah, a rough day again!! Pretty mundane for me now. And returning from that rough day all I want to do is sit at home, watch that stupid TV where nothing is good on telecast, eat and go to sleep. Yeah, even if it is too early!! I am just tired.

 

So there I was succumbing to my mundane plan, getting into my sulky pajamas, when I heard a perky chirping somewhere around. Didn’t realize where? Didn’t give it a second thought. Ran about my chores.

 

I heard it again.

 

“What the hell? What is this noise? Can I not even sulk, in peace?” grumbled my grumpy self.

 

The noise stopped instantly!

 

I open the sandwich that I have brought myself and make some coffee.

 

The chirping continues.

 

On second thought it seemed like a wind chime. And the grouchy me hated that happy sound. What was the reason for being happy anyways?

 

I rush to my balcony to see if someone has put that stupid thing on again?

 

No sign!

 

The chirping persists.

 

I try to ignore. Go back to my sandwich.

 

Coffee seems the only thing to stay with me.

 

Chirping..

More chirping..

And then even more chirping. Like a bundle of noise thrown at me. It grows louder, and even louder, so louder that I feel that it is coming from inside my house. But where from exactly? And who, let me see, has the nerve to irritate me further?

 

I rush to the living room, ignoring my food in the kitchen table.

 

Holy mother of God!!

 

There is a gang of birds inside my house, giving me a live performance of that twittering. I am taken by surprise. Shocked! How the hell did they come in? I mean the window is open, but they never come in. Why? How? And why today, then? And look at the audacity. The birds are not just simply sitting and flying away. Not a place for temporary rest! They are most comfortably seated, around 20 of them and are singing happy tunes at their pitch of their voices!! I am alarmed and happy at the same time. Yes, happy! Yeah, the grumpy me swiftly changes my mood from being that grumpy Ove to that smiling bird. And what voices they have, what tunes they deliver. Oh my, oh my!! And they stay.

 

I go closer, not fearing that they will fly away. Something tells me that they will stay. And stay they did.

 

I am sitting just inches away, listening to them, lost somewhere.

 

When I open my eyes, I feel so relieved, so much so that I haven’t felt in pretty long time. I take their presence for granted; leave to get my food and the coffee, which is turning cold. I come back to find them just as I had left them. Really?

 

I eat with the presence of a live band singing melodies into my ears.

 

After I have satisfied my hunger, I clear the plate and the cup, drop them in the sink, only to find that their voices are lowering, and they are leaving one by one. I rush back to the window.

 

I don’t know what tells me to do so, but in that instant I grab my phone, and click a picture. By the time I have done so, all I am left with a different click of perhaps, Mr. Coffee Hater?

 

Why did they leave? (Greedy much?)

 

Oh the melody! (Hypocrite much?)

 

Who needs them anyway? (Yeah, right!)

 

“I don’t even like wind chimes and the birds were pretty much just the same.” And with this thought I rush back to my room.

 

PS: If you zoom into the picture you’ll get to see the grumpy coffee hater! 😀

Happy Diwali!

A very Happy Diwali to all my fellow blogger friends.

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Lighten up your hearts,

Open up your minds,

Be a little more kind.

 

Share the smiles,

Embrace this life,

And be a little more kind.

 

Not just on the day of this festival

Not just on any special occasion,

All year long,

Just be a little more kind

To yourself,

And to all the other people around.

 

This is my motto, my belief, in trying to better myself.

 

Once again a very Happy Diwali to all you lovely people. And yeah yeah, all that prosperity and wealth and happiness too.

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Originally posted on October 18, 2017: Happy Diwali

The year might have changed, but not what I believe in, or seek for!

Breaking Apart!

Somehow, I do not agree with people who keep saying that you are strong, that you can do it, you must not break down, even when you see the person in a state where he sees nothing but darkness. Forgive me, but I just cannot bring myself to say that you have no right in breaking down.

I feel, that we all have the right to break apart sometimes, fall to the lowest of your levels, shatter into as many pieces as you want, for only when you are at your lowest, do you realise that there is nowhere else to go but, somewhere above it.

Breaking apart could be wrong, only and only when it becomes a habit. So,

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More Yours, Than Mine.

 

I smile a little more these days

As, the smiles on my face

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I cry a little more these days.

As, the tears in eyes,

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I hate a little more these days,

As, even the hatred in my mind

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I get tempered a little more these days,

As, the fuming rage in my voice

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I love a little more these days,

As, the love that blossoms in my soul

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I laugh a lot these days,

As, the laughter in my heart

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I am yours, and you are mine,

And together we colour,

Each other’s beautiful, lives.