Just thoughts...

       Weird thing time is. Passes so slowly when you want it to rush by. He waited and waited for it come. And the day finally came. The rush of the wind as He stood by the train door and thought of the meet coming up soon. He got down and made his way to the place He and She were to meet. It had been some time since a meet in person.Dressed quite well. Finally He arrived. Nobody was there just him and a couple of stray cars idling around. Did she mock him? Was it a mockery as He had once considered? Ohh please let it be a mockery. Somewhere deep inside He wished it to be all false. He hoped She would not come. And then as His cell beeped, there it was, a message from Her-- "Where are you?".. He looked up and around, there She was coming along. The pink dress, you couldn't miss Her for sure. She saw Him too, standing or was it waiting? He didn't want to but yea He did- SMile.    As she neared, He saw Her smile too. There was silence for a while nothing e...

                  This brain of ours is a myriad wonder. Many a mysteries lie hidden within its expanse. And amidst all its wonders lies a tact of being or seeming to be correct ALWAYS.. As humans we live our lives which is formed by zillions of acts. Little deeds or actions. We actually act on four levels. 1. Thoughts.. 2. Wishes.. 3. Words.. 4. Actions..       And for all of these right or wrong our myriad mind comes up with a justification. A proper justification which sounds perfectly valid within the confines of our brain. Every act of ours seems correct and well thought. Its is pretty difficult to find a person who thinks that's his actions are wrong. Call up the most wanted terrorists and even he will give you perfect reason for his actions . And more often than not you might be convinced. When Albert (of course Einstein) put forth his theory of relativity one can only wonder how perfectly it fits into this gear...

     Was it love? The damned thing people loved to term as love. No that wasn't possible. He was the one who had convinced Her that it was not meant to be. He was the one who had acted rude, just so as to push Her away. She hadn't though. She was still there, as beautiful as ever. He went into a flashback.   Those were early college days. In fact the first one which had brought Her to His notice. No you couldn't deny it. She was beautiful. More than the normal ones at least. And not in the cheap 'double-look' way. He was attracted for sure. But she wasn't the only one then. If you are a guy, you would know it. You could at a particular given time have 'n' number of 'crushes' the flying ones indeed (include naomi watts, watson girl and so on.. ). And she was among them. Some called Him lonesome and even perhaps arrogant tending to rude. But you never know, He was a good guy indeed. He wasn't going to pursue Her or anybody in fact. Then the u...

   The best thing to do when one feels lost and left out is perhaps to pause. To take a deep breath let it out and give out a smile. Give it out the best one you ever could have in packed away. Put it on display as you do to your trophies. Science and research says something about endorphins or other such hormones which are secreted when one smiles. Not much about that here but yes why do you need a reason to smile? The most natural thing to do.   People walking down a lane usually when alone get conscious of their selves. At least I do at times. What do I do with my hands and stuff. But that's when I do smile. Passer bys have given me looks, the 'seems-s-a-maniac' look, potential-weirdo look. But if it feels good and makes me merrier, shouldn't I be doing it. More and more often. Personal observation led me to believe that smiling changes many a things like. 1. Gives those facial muscles a stretch. 2. Some fuzzy good warmth beneath and within. 3. Relaxes my should...

Hard as it may seem its for the best, To forget it, 'to let it got' as Demi says, Trying not to think of it, give it a rest, For each has a view of his own and million ways. Seconds of joy and unbidden warmth might pass, You wouldn't even notice these many moments, Look around and smile even at the little blade of grass,   The smell of home food cooking, wet soil and such scents. People are running let them run forever in a hurry, Laugh at you do they? let them do that, Gossip, back talk is it so, chuck, its no worry, Keeping your head high with not even a tiny spot. Making losses on the path that leads here, Its a part lets not cringe on it, Words hurt my dear worse than a spear, Use 'em wisely always not a useless bit. Think of the things which you have on you, Too many they are, making you lucky lot, Complaining is the worst part take a cue, For you are living, breathing, beating and not a bot. Ask not for a change or simply hope, It s...

   A lovely evening it was. The sky was painted a dull shade of blue and grey with streaks of red and orange from the west. Avani looked through the window. Her workplace, 14th floor in a 25 floored building it was. It was a half day  at work. Almost everyone had left their cubicles. But not Avani, her cubicle was by the life size window. The view was far too mesmerising to resist. She wanted to take it all in. The job was more than anything a girl her age could ask for. A large sum as a salary, reputation in the firm. Avani had everything she had always dreamt of. Good looks and brains rarely come in one piece. But Avani had them. She gathered her bag from the work desk and stood. Her cubicle was a stark contrast to the others. While others had decorated their own with a dash of paraphernalia, Avani's was empty save for a lone photo frame. It held her only possession, their 'selfie'. A wide grin on His face in the picture made her flinch. It wasn't theirs any longer, ...

Chaos all around you shutting out, Not a war it is but just another bout. Seems faraway and distinct ways, A single boat anchored at many a boys. Trees in blossom and the sun , Beauty all around yet the cynic soul soul whines. The purest joy when a kid smiles free, Yearning for those days of all but simply glee. The ball bouncing back back and forth between, The pauper wishes for the joy even the mighty queen. The tales of the hare and the tortoise, The thirsty crow no pretense and no poise. Flew by those moments of innocent bliss, Kiddie bottles hung around necks you do miss. Running around mindlessly in circles was, Pure fun and there were no Newton's laws. All it lies hidden within waiting still, Let it come back again days of Jack and Jill.