சரி.. இன்னும் ஒரு வருடத்திற்கு வாழ்த்துக்கள், நீ உயிரோடு இருக்கிறாய்...உனக்கு ஒரு வயது ஆகிறது, விரைவில் நீ மாமாவாகிவிடுவாய்...ஹிஹி நாங்கள் சந்திக்கும் நாளுக்காக நான் காத்திருக்கிறேன், நீங்கள் பெங்களூரில் விருந்துக்கு பணம் செலுத்துவீர்கள். அந்த நாள் நனவாகும் என்று நம்புகிறேன். அதுவரை கடினமாகப் படித்து, தேர்வில் வெற்றி பெற்று, நன்றாகச் சம்பாதித்து, எனக்கு பரிசுகளை அனுப்புங்கள். xD உங்கள் நாளை முழுமையாக அனுபவிக்கவும். குறைந்த வீழ்ச்சியுடன் உங்கள் இலக்குகளை அடைய வாழ்த்துக்கள். எப்பொழுதும் உங்களின் சிறந்ததையே விரும்புகின்றேன்.... மற்றும் ஆம் என் பக்கத்தில் இருந்து நான் உண்மையாக இருப்பேன் என்றும் எப்போதும் உங்களுக்கு ஆதரவளிப்பேன் என்றும் உறுதியளிக்கிறேன். எதுவாக இருந்தாலும் உங்கள் நிலைப்பாட்டை நான் எப்போதும் எடுத்துக்கொள்வேன். எருமை மாடு நீ எனக்கு நிறைய அர்த்தம்...
இந்த முறை என்னை வீழ்த்தாதே... இந்த நாள் இனிதாகட்டும் கழுதை!
I like the idea of knowing that somebody is there,who would do exactly what I'd do for them, would fill up my wounds, not by seeing down on me or out of sympathy, but out of sheer, love and care. I like the idea of knowing that somebody is there a little scared, a bit healed, lacking love, running out of hope, and life. Waiting for me, waiting for me to love them,and until I meet you, hold on, hold tight, I'll find you and pour all my saved love on you with no hesitation, without a second doubt for you are worth saving every part of me. Khushi
I want a guy with cute smile who wants to climb buildings at 2 am...gaze stars, listen music, n then he will help me down and we'll get yelled at by some late night patrol guy and we will run away laughing... also I wanna fkn match pfp with him fr..., we'll make playlist for each other, want to cuddle n watch anime together, wanna lose my religion under sheets with him ughhh I think I'll write a romance book or smtg ...lol
I feel I was never able to forget anyone I have been with because each person had their own specific qualities. I see the little details in them so specific to each of them that move me and that I miss and will always miss. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost!
Again we met Under the moon He was as happy as ever But it was her, always thrusting with buts and ifs! No no, she wasn't scared nor was she doughty! Perturbed with the darkness She dreaded deep Of losing, Losing their faith that was built upon trust Or proclaimed with a thought of those exceptions that exerted her to accept what never succumbed. This time, she was reticent 'bout all that was happening, for she fathomed him to understand her silence Silence that was gossiping loquaciously and when the breeze suddenly canoodled her with vehemence it was him, who held her tight never letting her go, no matter how hard she detained.
My heart was locked in his eyes, deeper than the depth of oceans, I plucked some moments and gasped his love I tried Manoeuvring my thoughts But they entreated my mind while he made my tears numb, Not everything that falls, breaks Sometimes we have to fall to rise Not everything that's trusted,shatters Sometimes it's better to understand the wrangles between death and demise.
Time puts restrains' But unplumbed fathoms beseeched her Not everything can be conjected For some thoughts decay with time It was not anew that she brooded Perhaps he deserved better, Or perhaps sometimes all we want is worse! - Nityatiwari__
Betwixt the smog of darkness and suffocating sighs I saw a fire raging with reminiscences illuminating the nights with sparkles in its flames, breathing blotches of society spilling the stains on inhumanity's face still waving the warmth to shivering souls, solacing and infusing inspiration to all and sundry but now its redness is rheotoric!!
But believe in those blossoming buds which got existence by her benediction, those moments which were baked in her heat, the brazier will preserve the charcoal of her captivation always till cosmos respires and the pacific holds depth, her light will matter, every ember of her will be preserved deep in dusks.
Scintillating stars showered yesterday but the place it hold in the sky will have the void, the eyes that ferret the constellation will not hold its existence without it just the time will tumble into tears waiting for the star wo dazzle again till the Himalayas have Everest not melted down till the moon mends its phases.
Believe me springs blossom in its smiling light, the night jasmine smells sweetly in its reflections, an abandoned house owns its illuminiscence, while an owl craves for its glimpse to feel the life in its wings, whatever the Universe will say but you matter everthing to a dark existence.
Thank you so much for making my this journey memorable
A sowy owl with fractured feathers flew to the forest fragranted with wisterias of warmth, cherryblossoms of care and captivating couplets in its 25th winter. When the whole darkness was dribbled in the dusks it opened its eyes in exclamation of the Magical moon solacing the souls with light of life provoking to hug the hope to heal its broken beak and bleeding bosom. Starlit sky showered sweetness of 32 seraphs with a thread of tenderness to its patchy paw.
It saw a witch wonderfully flying on breathtaking broom when welcoming whispers of love were echoing in samsara of sonnets with a charm of Zealous zoe spellbinding the mountains of miraquill betwixt the hyacinths of heartsease and Gulmohar garth of Ghazal Queen (Rani) still the aura was aromatizing by the moon and the sun's light on the copper clavicle of an autumn leaf feeling it to be an antaraal of life asserting the existence of the truth that the world is unknown and musings of maturity were inked phillosophically in ink of illumination.
The blessed bird tried to fly coveting the confidence with cosmic charisma of poetic petrichor but it gnawed by the bosom's breakdown as if the pauses of playlist which almighty was shuffling with sentimental storms but soon the creator's compassionate carvaan played the song of solicitude at an angel's arrival and the wings started healing like the waxing phases of moon.
The fly was on feeble till the Komorebi of kindness fallen on its silvery feathers carving the credence that dusk till dawn is not its limit but dusky dawns are the captain's clue to scribble colloquially its Shrey of soulful songs on the skies of similitude strive.
Coralling all the courage and respiring rustles of life with a sanguine smile on the meditative mien, managing obstacles of office, cooking chuckles for closed ones, dropping her toddler to the school of societal success she drives in the lane of loneliness every day of the week wating for the Saturday to solace her struggling soul with a chalice of champagne in her cozy couch before the brazier burning all the blotches of burdens of the wobbling week.
Rambling on the road with the tiny hands in patchy pockets to the institution of so called education which will eradicate the mourns and miseries of his life, he just counts the days remaining to reach the rising sun of Sunday to hug his father tightly in to never let him go asking for a promise to purchase a pair of pants which will save him from being an object of obscurity in the class of cold sixty.
Holding the hope of happiness he dwells in the dreams of scirbbling a story of solicitude, on the same sticky notes which were glued with gaity and generosity of his "life" with different colours dipping his quill in rainbow of reminiscences:
Violet on Monday to malign the monotony with her mesmerizing mien's magic
Indigo on Tuesday to transcribe the turbulence of her tenderness and touch
Blue on Wednesday to weave the warming wishes for her wholly existence
Green on Thursday to thank thunderstorms of his life for illuminating the path to panacea
Yellow on Friday to flourish the feelings of the forever in the forlorn fall
Orange on Saturday to sail in the sky of her scintillating smiles
Red on Sunday to seek for a support to the shivering spine of her solicitude's existence!
The ninth part is here. I'm really sorry this is late like hell but it's just I'm was busy in my exams . Please leave your feedback that will help me to improve...
The one who lived love basically one-sided love, knows it's difficult sometimes to arrange your emotions in a right and justified manner which dwell you in doubts about yourself but yeah one thing if you love someone and the one is angel then for sure these thoughts are momentary and eternally truth is only love ❤️
Never stop yourself showering love just because it's not reciprocated in the same manner sometimes your own love is most beautiful thing it's not needed to be said I love you too ❤️
But yeah that sense comes when you get respect for your feelings in a bond and much more unconditional care, support , strength, time and also love too much of it just in another way ❤️
Since, that day it was usual to have a VC between them mostly at nights when it's time to let night heal the chaos of his mind sipping the serenity of her existence. Days passed and the normal events of VC discussing things happening at their individual rooms one side muted as she was in her hostel and the other side only speaking responding to her text. This was the most beautiful uncommitted commitment in his life the moments preserved in heart as well as in SS and after each call he used to send her the SS of previous calls getting scold for taking so bad snaps of her. She always denied the fact of her cuteness and chuckles he preserved. It goes on like this for days and soon Diwali vacations were about to start at both of their places as it's one of the biggest festival of North India. She asked him to promise to show his home and family members with a blog with his voice over. He was worried because his lifestyle is totally different at the place of job and his home. He was basically a guy from a middle class family with not a furnished home or it can be said as a structure of brick and there was a dilemma what she would think of it but looking at his face she got to know there's something bothering him. She asked, "what happened?" He expressed his worries which were woven by his own overthinking mind but all dispersed when she said home is home Budhu it's not about how it's built it's emotions and it's a big thing to have a home even we have made it few years ago and still it's not completed. He melted at her understanding and thoughts, literally his two crevices failed to stop ebbing of emotions. She is an angel again his heart pounded the same. He agreed but he has two emotions screeching in his mind one is the happiness to see his home the other not able to meet her when she'll be in the same city he's standing right now. Failing to live the all moments of meeting at lake, going on the long ride between the clouds and dropping her to home with watching her image till eye's visual limits. But then he got a intimation that he has to stay for vacation due to work. It was a reversal of emotions like clouds cover the scorching sun and making it blissful but charcoaled. He was happy awaiting for her but a grief that first time he has to skip his home on Diwali. She told him your work is important to not let his mood be off and she didn't want him to get distracted. She spared more time talking to him not to let him feel sad. It was just the day she was coming to her home and he would be meeting tomorrow her at the same place because of getting stuck in his work but his work postponed and he has to leave the same day for home as she's the one who told him "Family should come first" and he never denied her any wish. So, he planned for the journey, It was around 10 when she reached her home and till that time he left the City and informed her. The first thing she asked was the reminder for the Video of his home and he assured that it will be there to her. She was there in his journey discussing about their days and it was 12:00 midnight when they wished good night and travelled to the land of dreams.
The next morning was a surprise for his family. Noone was informed but he made it to home. Everyone was happy and he informed her first that he reached. When she woke up first thing was his text and soon she called her and he picked up the call they discussed first time they were talking when he was in home. He soon walked to the roof and as per her wish he showed everything and everyone in his family. She was so happy with this. They both showed their purchases for the festival. The next day on Diwali she shown him the Rangoli, it was really beautiful just like the rainbow coloured by the hands of Nature, both of them exchanged the pics of the festivities at every moment they were busy but together. A bond which was a friendship in start now something unexplainable in words. Festivities got over soon and both of them made it to their hostel and working places respectively. Their habits of each other were growing like the night jasmines in full moon aromatizing the conscience for him.
One night it was late around 12, In winter when the bones were freezing in brisk breeze, she was wrapped in a bluebells hued woollen black jeans with her hairs combed like Cutest child of school and the headphones like a crown of Cleopatra. At once, she wished to have tea but then she said who would come out of this cozy blanket and make tea this time but he requested atleast for his sake and after so much request she got ready to prepare but alas! No warm water was there so she went filled warm water annoying him that because of you I have to do this all but he made a puppy face and she just teased him. Soon he made a dip tea and suggested him to get the same dip to have tea at nights if sometimes he felt for the same. She offered her tea cup bringing it to camera and he acted like he sipped. It seemed silly but the moments has fragrance of emotions and it wasn't the tea instead it was the nectar of emotions which was making the bond immortal. Soon it was late 1:00 when they decided to sleep. Both wished each other Good night. He said, "You're the one who gifted me so much since you met. A forlorn leaf I was which you promised to preserve and you became my happiness, life and everything. Please stay forever and let me have your all the pains in share exchanged with my happiness to your destiny with the quill of almighty." This made them tear eyed and she said,"I'm here only. Don't worry and sleep peacefully" He just kept on looking her cute babylike and mesmerizing mien even after she slept. It felt to him the candyclouds drizzling dote over him and he drenched in love from tip to toe. After around half an hour he took the SS wished her good night and Love ❤️ waiting for the stars to scribble dreams of her in canvas of his conscience.
When the cacophonous chirps of clouds were striking the silence of Himalayan hills, a sprouted seed stuck betwixt the cracks of cries and suffocating sighs, you waved your magical wand of warmth soothing the sweltered summer by drizzling the drops of dearness with breeze of blessings nurturing the seed to a sapling.
A vinyl violin of vehemences bedecking the bosoms with potpourri of peace as if mother nature is scribbling sonnets of solace on the spine in darkest dusks of befuddled times, you're a healer holding the panacea in your chuckles and nectar in twinkles, let the nature heal in your smirks, it's a process you said it to a jerk.
November nibbled the reminiscent reflections of the glowing goddess to conceal its core knitting warmth to the fallen forever, still the dazzling December knocked at the nippy night to nothingness craving for the chuckles and warmth of your wellness.
An entwined elflock gently swifted behind the ears still wants to be free like fireflies ambles in air, a light dripping down like Komorebi betwixt the forest of betrayals and beliefs still an assured autumn shedding itself to embrace your grieves, an eulogy enchanted to the mightiest for letting the pain perspire to fall and flourish fragrance of flowers forever to you all.