From Romeo to Juliet........

Just when you smile, my world turns upside down,
then I realise I have fallen: fallen flat around,
Music is not an art for amateurs or so I used to think,
But this strange malady makes my heart sing,
Then you turn around flinging you hair,
It makes me shout this is just not fair,
If all the beauty lies in you my dear,
You should think, how much can a single man bear?
If all the wealth in the world were on one side and you on another,
I would float right to you like a light feather...
O dear, I swear I ll never make you sad,
I will shield you from everything bad;
If this promise is ever to be broken,
Just remember I ll offer my life as a token;
O my Juliet, where art thou now? My eyes search far and wide,
I want you to be mine, I want you by my side!

Fly away!

Fly away O birdie!
You are free...
You ought to be...
Free from the tangles of man,
Free from the fights of clan,
Free from sorrow and fear,
Free from shackles, O dear...
Fly away, don't look back,
You should fear no attack,
Move ahead and make your way,
Today is your lucky day,
As you fly remember --
Remember that you were once captive,
So do good to all - you need no motive!

Gn tc sd ;)

Every night she messages him goodnight.But does that mean she thinks of him every night?
For him, not even a single day can pass by without her thoughts....She was a special friend; or may be even more, but never did he get a chance to read her mind.And most of their conversations veered into random paths hardly ever touching the chord of his problem, or should I call it his malady?

Watching the sunset sitting alone on the promenade, all her memories came back.He can just pick up his phone and dial the one number he knows by heart.He never saved it, because he knew he would never forget it.He was sure that the warm greetings on the other side would melt his resolve and would make him a puppet in the hands of fate.Silence is beautiful, he always argued with himself.But sometimes it is frightening...
Just a few months back, he had lived through the best moments of his life and he could recall every second of it. The joyous evenings spent singing with her, the long walks along the lake...He always wished if only he had met her earlier; may be he would have had a better chance. And then another part of him told that when it comes to time, quality matters not the quantity.
On the last day, he saw her lugging her suitcases through the corridor.She was waving goodbye to her friends.She smiled at him and asked him to join her.He helped her with all her luggage and looking directly into her eyes asked her, "Will you miss me?".She smiled, winked and replied, "Every moment!"
If only he had replied, "I would miss you too, because you are my love, my life, my heart and my pulse!"

Sitting idle at the promenade he realized that all the choices he made in life mattered the least to him, but this choice was something he cannot postpone.He had to act.The loin was wrapped around thorns and only patience and skill can retrieve it.

Mantra had literally cast a spell on him.She was messaging but with care not love.She was kind and affectionate, not passionate.And all Arpit could think of was love and not friendship.

The story revolves around how Arpit deals with his malady called love.How does he rise in love?If and how he can get Mantra to reciprocate?
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It takes a day!

It takes a day-

A day to change your thoughts,

A day to enjoy life's best,

A day to cry over sorrows,

A day to forget the rest,

A day to laugh like a child,

A day to remember the best,

And a day- just a day to fall in love...

In love with all things around,

In love with people all around, 

In love with natural beauty abound,

And in love with life itself,

And still in love with yourself........ 

-Jyoty

Colored Lenses

I walk alone, I look wide  far;
The world is blue & truly par,
I cross the fence & sprint towards the setting sun,
Still the world seems so very blue,
And just this feeling that its not true,
I stop a while & realise,
That I ve been a fool all this while,
Then I take off my little colored lenses,
My lil colored lenses........

Enigma

A mystery of sorts,

a discovery awaited,

an angel or demon:

still to be noted.

An enigma with reason,

an intrigue without any,

if fire were cool,

it might not be a treason.

Silent compassion,

shy reluctance,

if all these are fun,

just lose all caution.

A secret untold,

a desire unkempt,

an affair or not:

passion might unfold.

An engima, a puzzle or whatever you call it,

it remains unsolved and waits for an answer......

Lust

Those nerves of strength running through his hand,
those muscles pulling hard,
like metal over rubber they complement,
like water and oil they rarely blend,
those limbs of a man and that speed of an animal,
those hard stares and fierce attitudes,
that strength and the power,
that silent demeanor which makes one hover,
they pull apart and command;
they call unto and demand;
like a rabbit in its burrow: just stuck but not scared,
like a horse in a race with a handsome face,
all these and many more, noticed but yet untold,
all of it relished in thoughts: seemingly quite bold,
Some like it, but not bare,
Some fear it, but fear is thrill,
Its hidden, if under a hood,
If its lust its quitely understood.........