A Little North Of Normality

I question thee with all my heart, I question thee of thought... I question thee why day and night, You crave for love begot... What is love, what is faith... Is it pain and grief? Is it tears or sorrow dear... Is it sigh of grief... Then why the quest, why the crave, why the need for more... For what joy do they cry and cry...and believe happiness is in store... Through my eyes all is nice.. See all new ... See all pure.. The bluish sky , the sparkling trees... Moonlight still, is sad am sure.. They laugh they sing and jump around ... To feel the life and drop dead on ground.. The sense of pain, the sense of tear.. They realise none in all endear.... The flowers droop in smile and gay... The moonlight gladly fades away The stars they sink in oceans vast... Yet the joy in their smiles last... Peace I have a lot share... Allow me to take good care... The happy heart sings aloud... Will soothe the pain , the dark shroud... Everything will make thee sad.. A day you smile i

It all started in Presidency College. The first kiss,  the first bout of anger,  the first getting wet in the rain. Shreya and Srijan loved what they had. They loved being in love,  cuddly, cosy and always into each other.  They were the sort,  who were outcasted from society due to their "coupletiness" . They existed in a world segregated from friends,  family. They were mesmerised by each other,  in a sense they started living in a virtual world that they created, until one day when Srijan went abroad. He realised the potential of being alone,  of creating for himself,  for the joy which he didn't know could come from sheer self indulgence. He realised the matters if the heart blunts the brain, cripples it,  makes it focus on things which need lesser attention. He realised that the relationship though beautiful was a hindrance. He realised that the world is a vast place and "perfect" can't lie within one.... Years went by and things changed. No one

Please don't show me all that was never there... Every change makes me want to return home scared... The sunshine in your eyes, never bids me farewell... I am scared of the sorrow tell tale... The body is all that's recognized... And the mind and soul ignored... Still I enforce the friendship...for old times sake... I rule a different kingdom today... I am a homeless bird...in disguise... I wish to sing by your lap.. Sing to you your favourite tune...reprise... Long after this... you won't ever recognize even this face... You won't call me by that name... won't be remembered... I don't know which cloud laden sunshine.. Shall drive away those little creatures that fly... While you cry in your sleep... I shall count all the faults and weep...

Rajiv never bothered about the way he looked. He always believed that clothes were for wearing and that's about it. A good brand and comfort was all he cared about, never focusing on colour, fit and stuff like colour coordination. He always felt he looked good enough and the rest was taken care by Supriya. She was the one with the subtle sense of aesthetics. The one with an inherent sense of colour,  texture and feel. It was as if she could forsee the look by just glancing at th display racks. They never had enough to buy the best for years. Always settling for a lower priced edition, searching for the cheaper alternatives but never really compromising on looks and appearance. It was difficult to tell without peeking behind the neck that it wasn't a premium buy..... Rajiv could buy the shop today,  he finally could buy based on preference and choice instead of a budget but he didn't feel like. He grabbed a few tees and couple of jeans and headed towards the tr

Can you hear the time passing by, The chariot wheel's fleeting cry .... Raising the heart beats of empty space, Run over by the wheels, the stars weep, in disgrace... O friend, that fleeting time, has consumed me in its rhyme.... Has dragged me on the chariot seat.... On a journey unknown, courageously discreet... Far far away from you....A thousand deaths I overcame... A new beginning at its very peak...The chariot pace has blown away my past name.... It is a point of no return... If you still look far and try... You wont recognise me.... Dear friend... Goodbye! Sometime in leisure under the wind and sky... Sitting on the banks of memories , the night shall sigh... The day when the tears of blossoms will hurt the sky... In that moment try..... To find the remnants of my heart... And it will give you light, dreamy subtle and slight... But its not a dream , its true... Its my love, changeless, eternal for you .. On change I float and drift apart... On a jou

Rupsha always had the final say. No matter what Sohail wrote, she had to edit. Just had to. Sohail was a brilliant author, he could paint with words. He could tickle, provoke,  incite and excite with his pen but he was too casual with construction and punctuation.. Rupsha knew that after was done with it,  it was a perfect piece. She knew Sohail wrote for her,  he always had, for the last 6 years she was all he wrote for... Sometimes explicitly, sometimes subtly but the objective was always a nod of approval from her. Sohail loved that look,  curly hair,  kohl laden eyes and that smile which meant the world to him.... Sohail wrote something today... Rupsha wasn't there to edit anymore... Rupsha saw it on Facebook.... She went through it... It had so many errors... Yet it struck the heart, just as it always did.... But she knew she couldn't correct him anymore,  the mistakes were too personal... She had lost the right... Sohail still wrote... Now for  himself ... He just