That moment, when you’ve been sting by a mosquito right below your feet, you can’t resist to scratch and you do.. it tickles.
Series: Expression.
Final Meeting.
“I’m sure that someday, I will meet you again. In the narrow odd path of life, we would see each other and that’s when after seeing me your eyes shall deprive.. and every step that we go across will screen our memories. But in the final walk to our graves I know that we’re going to be satisfied that we met.
Series: A piece of my dark, chocolate.
Did you dance today?
What made you wake up in the morning ?
Was it the raging sound of the alarm or the aftermath catastrophe that this day is going offer you.
Or was it innervation of your senses humming ” Today I could do better”.
Did you dance today?
Just recklessly, just as effortlessly, you would have swooned in your mother’s lap when you were a kid! Without the stigma of being judged! Raunchy and wild the inner grey’s that you hide.
Still stuck in making digits and designations?
You know what? There’s a place called Northern Lights where you really see magic happening that adulthood had broke out.
What song is that ? That made you both laugh and cry?
Apparently, was their any instance that your related it with.? Or is it just a hum of what fantasy the past had offered, the present relies and the future denies…
The solutions are endless; like the problems with some flips and fumbles or just a spoon full of jam we could cherish and let us fade by..
So I still ask you, did you dance today?
Series: Jar of Happiness.
‘The wave of long gone.
Series: A piece of my dark, chocolate.
A wave of long gone memories was her source to the; chaos that she penned in the late nights ; those silent talks and joyful laughs now, roared under her blanket in which she weeped once..
Now, the wave of long gone is a distant memory, sometimes a constant thought but she has the agony and it’s thorough her pen.
‘Shh-e.
That silence had notions… with all the hassle,there was still a pause, her eyes and their innocence with a pinch of mischief had hundreds of meaning yet nothing was said…everything was just felt! That confined confident verbs spoken at the speed of sound were interpreted with the answer from the eyes..
Sometimes, silences make untold stories.
Childhood.
Series: Voices
I heard her hisses calm and poised mummers of calamity and that voice from behind, that disapproval by breaking plates! Those moments that still bring chills in my spine;
That lash of belt on her back, that I found in morning when I unreachably hugged and she spontaneously backed out..That was my childhood and those are also memories.
Hopes’
Series: Agony.
On the tinted canvas, he tried to draw her. Her pale, hopeless and satisfied face had many stories to tell and yet her unbroken silence had chills in his spine, an eternal regret. Her fragile hands with countless wrinkles and few scars showed that she’d done it all for him. She just left him in return with a hope of being treated better by his children
‘Adventure Unleashed’
( Synopsis: A conversation between two little friends and there naughtiness, an nostalgia for so called “Adults”.)
Chaahat: Shh…slowly Slowly (Walking Cautiously ). Take that shoe box.. Erh Erh.. Jheel: I can’t reach! Jheel: Okay. Wait, I’ll bend my back, you try to reach it! Eh! um! Aaah!! Your Heavy! Donkey! Shh! Stay silent(Quite)! Raise, Raise, Raise!! yeah, yeah, almost there! I’ve reached! Now click it!
( The Door Bell Rings)
Run, Run, Run!!!! Whoa, he’ll catch us.. Run!! That was amazing!
Those 30 mtrs. race of ringing the neighbor’s doorbell and running like we’re running for our lives can never overcome any adventure.
Series-TheKidInMen.
Agony.
Why doesn’t he kill me, perhaps stab a dagger right into my chest and let me bleed recklessly, He’s been doing; it ever since he was born. That’s what he has done to my feelings on an countless occasions.
He just flew away.
The Drink.
It was an hectic schedule with a scorching sun.
He had taken off for a lunch and as he sank into his armchair, he commanded her for drink with extra ice..
She toyed around his hair as he gulped.. He kissed her palms and muttered you got magic in your hands maa,thanks for the lemonade.!
The Fumblist. 