My Literary Indulgences...

You wonder if there really is someone for you… The idea to me seems too good to be true… In your every crush, you find the meaning of those four letters… But all of them with a sad smile say, “I am sorry, but you deserve better…” You’ll always be the one they come to for advice… They’ll say your friendship is so special, it cannot be priced… They’ll become your soul-mate; you’ll have found your lover… But when the proposal comes, they’ll say “You deserve better…” Denial brings pain, and yet they won’t allow you peace… Self-obsessed, they’ll ask you “Why me?” begging you “pretty please”… And when they’ve extorted from your broken heart its very last flutter… They’ll hold your hands, cup your face and whisper,” You deserve better”… And they are right; life’s too short to be sad… Love is just one; there are many other experiences to be had… Going through these lines, laugh as you like but never harbor hate… For you, who write your own destiny, if noth...

When life awards you with fork-tongued friends, When stabs at your back become too strong to fend, When brown nosing people, with flattery clog your ears, Just pause and look around, I am still here… When life awards you with exhausting, never ending work, When your shoulders hurt with responsibilities you cannot shirk, When pressure of expectations becomes too much to bear, Just pause and look around, I am still here… When life awards you with a romance going nowhere, When the passion fizzes out and a numbness is laid bare, When that dearest person moves away and no one is left near, Just pause and look around, I am still here… Look around and stroll back to the bench from where we began. Sitting with a smile and a wink, you’ll find me as welcoming as one can. With honest criticism I’ll free you from those leaches’ influence. With an arm around your shoulder, I’ll partake in your encumbrance. With a punch to your arm, I’ll clear your mind of the...

Silence is not painful, but music to my ears, Loneliness is not dejecting, but a companion most dear. Of the many colored threads from which the social drape is knit, I am the faint line at the border, I am a misfit… The solitary bard I am now, once I too was a wolf in a pack. Base joys tempted me, any path my “friends” chose seemed the right track. But the desire to please everyone, began to take its toll, To be a part of them, I lost my identity as a whole… The love I harbor for literature now was once directed to a girl. The apple of my eyes, I kept her close, as if she was an exquisite pearl. Passion always transforms a man, and so did love, greatest of them all. The relationship molded me to a slave who answered her every call… Terrified as I was of reclusivity, I suffered along in shame. “Love” and “Friendship” robbed me of myself, sparing nothing but my name. I always knew how to laugh at myself, but I too had my human bounds. And so realiza...

There was, is, and will be only one among the mass… The demure, enthralling, enticing, intoxicating lass… ‘The Woman’ who strikes hard with a killer aim… ‘Sleep’ she is called, the most ravishing dame… With silent steps she comes, creeps up on me from behind… Her velvety hands cover my eyes, her body warm against mine… As I throw away the day’s burden, she takes my hand, tugs me to bed… Kisses my worry lines smooth, and I doze off with the pillow of her lap beneath my head… A song she sings, to my mind and soul… And her symphony tunes out everything, such magic I behold… A tumult of sensations her illusions bring over in my slumber… Robbing me of my verve, the sly conjurer shows me things I can never remember… Reprieve I find in her, from the deathly boring moments… Solace and happiness I enjoy, swimming away in a river of her conjurations… But the sweet seductress is not an angel, parts of her cruelly playful… Unpleasant memories she revives seld...

Some clichés never grow old... Some stories are forever retold… When the stars shine brighter, the moon appears huge above… When butterflies fly in your stomach, the feeling they call ‘teenage love’… It began with the eyes, her eyes, as it always does… I saw her talking to a friend; mesmerized, I wanted to know who she was… “An old friend, really sweet”, I got to know when I asked my friend… Sweet she was alright…with an honest smile and no pretense… For long I pined in loneliness…dying to see her again… Browsing through her pics on fb became a ritual, giving momentary relief from the pain… But that wasn't my destiny…my sorrow soon came to an end… “She has joined your college”, I was told one day by my friend… Luck sure became my best pal, as she soon joined my class… But terrified I was, seeing her politely spurn every boy who made a pass… Just as I started to lose hope, heart crushed with despair… She approached me and said “Hi! Do...

Sometimes the purest feelings in us are left unsaid… In order to look emotionally strong, people often end up emotionally dead… They say that’s the case with you, so far and detached from him; but I never listen to others… Yes we may not say it that often, but being apart? That’s never the case with brothers… I remember growing up with him, fighting over the smallest things before mother… Giving each other bruises, and when father confronted us, covering up for each other… Mother often tells us both an incident now ages old… How my brother, a sports fanatic in his youth, left me unattended when I was hardly a year old… We both laugh it off, knowing that it was an innocent mistake of the past… That we’d watch after each other, till life in us lasts… It wasn’t a smooth ride, it hardly ever is… Very few face the challenge of living under a shadow as big as his… He was a brilliant student, dynamic and enthusiast… He left strong and lovable impressions on who...

Dark were my days, misery brought me down to my knees.. I was blind for long, but no more, now I see.. Ripping of these blindfolds, throwing away this mortifying baggage.. Its time I pledge to redeem myself…here…at the precipice… Gone will be the days I burnt myself trying rote.. In learning, my first true passion, time I will devote.. With no more selfish motives of improvement in helping others.. I pledge to redeem myself worthy of knowledge…here…at the precipice… Enough have I played with my health.. Putting a stop to an orgy of poisons and splurging my wealth.. Seeking a last chance from those caring hands I turned down.. I pledge to redeem my health, happiness…here…at the precipice… For long I’ve disregarded my parents’ love.. Now respecting and loving them back with no reserve.. Helping and caring for them, like an ideal son I’ll serve.. I pledge to redeem their love…here…at the precipice… It’s time for me to bid my loneliness adieu.. F...