"Please! A li'l is ok.", said she

and these dreams broken mattered not more than a li'l.
Yes, a li'l is ok. It always is...
In my boulevard of broken dreams.

Eating GEMS and dreaming about...

leaving on a jet plane...
Well, a jet train most probably. Actually, any train. Any train which takes me 850 miles away from here!

This Secret Affair

wasn't meant for Ms. Nosy's indulgence!

850 Miles

You've always been some 850 miles away from me. But since I've known about you I've always felt your presence. It's like you're a part of me, 850 miles within me. You've been the air I breathe, 850 miles around me. And when our li'l accident happened, my mind raced 850 miles in a second, reaching for you and surrounding you to get consumed. By you.

And ever since these rapid lines of contact became my lifelines, everytime your presence ceases to flow through them, to reach me and fill my mind, I feel uneasy. Accustomed to moving at 850miles/sec, I suddenly feel still. I feel still. I feel unusually still, uncomfortably still. Like those 850 miles just snapped and now I don't know where we are nor where I am. I feel afar. I feel like I am 850 miles away from you.

In my religion...

science is the god and art is the goddess; to know, to think, to do, to create is worship; and love is the highest worship, prayer and sacrifice.

We met by accident.

The WHO defines accident as an "unpremeditated event resulting in recognisable damage."

Jenny,

"I don't know if mama was right or if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze. But I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. But I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away."

-Forrest Gump

There's a feeling of calmness.

And after all the agitation that my mind has been getting high on, this feeling of tranquility seems absurdly incredible.

So incredible that my mind is trying hard to convince me that beneath this calmness is a raging storm of undercurrents.

Maybe, being calm in spite of the undercurrents is the trick!

This time every year...

Boom!
Wheeee...!
Tadtadtadtadtatarattaratatat!
Boom!

Flashing lightbulbs,flickering flames, strong undercurrents of mixed emotions and the nudges of that familiar feeling that haunts me every Divali.

Boom!
Flash! Hmmm..
Enjoying the company of these lights, sounds and emotions with some work to keep me busy.

Schoolmates, fooling around and a few fireworks.

Divali.

E71

Amidst the idiosyncracies of a conceited professor and the servility of my colleagues, I worried about you.
I love you. Always.
Touch wood.

Caution!

Stressed nerves.
May flare up at the slightest provocation.

I depart as..

the one-wheeled cart,
the one-sided conversation
and the one-hearted love,
fall apart.

Waking up to love is like...

undreaming infinity.

Nociceptive disEntanglement

Entangled. Entwined. Like a pair of confused strings.
It aches. A constant confounding pain clouding the senses.

Pull away too quickly just to re-entangle the kinks.
And pull harder to snap free.
It will hurt. A sudden lethal heartbleed.

Be unmoving. Still as silence.
As I slowly disentangle myself from around you.
It's felt. Like a slow blade on my half benumbed skin.

Oscillations

I: Everyone thinks you're crazy!
I: I'm not!
I: Even I think you're crazy.
I: I'm not. I'm just an undampened oscillating pendulum.
I: That, is crazy enough.