Ever experienced...?

Having read something that reminds you of yourself with a special someone and it tugs at your heart strings and you just want to talk to that one person? Now. But you also know that you can not because of what has come in between. And the feeling, leaves you devoid of feeling. Isn't it weird?

This sheer emptiness.

Yet on the other hand, you seem to find it utterly soothing. Just like this picture on the right. This gut-wrenching solace... This combination of mirth and gloom... And I start to wonder, is life worth all the anguish and glee? The answer is yes. Every single minute of it. The wait and the debate. The memories you want to keep and those that you want to burn, to rip off and most importantly - to forget! Life encompasses all. And you are to live it all.

Ghazal...!

Muhabat jaan kr meine, ussay apna sanam maa'na,

Sanam tarashnaa lekin, hai ussnay gunaa'h jaana...

Suno dono musaafir hain, safar bhi sath krte hain,

Safar mein aein mumkin hai, dilon mein waswasay paa'na!

Tumhara naam lene se, meri rooh tak charaagha'n hai,

Jo ye ho sakay tumse, issay aa kr bujhaa jaana...

There is... Something!

Yes, I do understand. There is definitely something that attracts me to this one man... perhaps an extraordinary force that engages me in this plethora of emotions or just the plain nothingness about this bond we share. No questions asked, no promises made... fingers entangled, but no hearts entwined. Pleasures shared, but no commitments sought. Yet there's something, something that I just can not lay my finger upon. And yet I want to hold it. And as I try, it slips out of my hand like sand from an hourglass. Little by little. But an hourglass fills at the opposite end, my heart does not. It empties. And this something... makes me yearn for the comfort that his arms around my neck bring and it makes me want to touch the small of his back. And to lie with him under the duvet, tracing the contours of his face. And it leaves me thinking, why him of all the people that I have met and chased through this walk of life? Why him, when he can not even promise me togetherness for tomorrow, let alone a lifetime.

A Conversation!

He said : I'll give u a fact - I won't last a month.

I said: I'll give u another - I believe in miracles.

He said: I had one, as my Mom.

I said: U have another one, as life... u just don't know how to take it.

Another Rant !!

We people, can broadly be segmented into two categories. Those who cheat. And those who like to be cheated. Albeit my considerations for not generalizing this post, I very much would like to and hence I extend my apologies in advance.

I would like to put us, women, in the latter. However, I have begun to view things a little different lately which is why I have come to believe that it is not a man's fault when he cheats us...
You see, the poor man does only what he's so good at! I have a certain notion that a man's brain has a special segment that is dedicated to cheating - it is this part that he uses to devise flagrant ideas and come up with new ways to cheat his partner. And the women, those I like to refer to as 'the demented souls', have a strong liking for this trait in a man. It somehow seems to me that we are easily attracted to those with such faults and hence fall for all the crap that they offer.
Hence, it is OUR fault when we are cheated, OUR bad for not being able to see through the fake smiles and for being so daft to believe the horse-shit!

MEN - the sex that leaves me baffled !

Note: This is a sexist post and my heartiest apologies to those who do not see eye-to-eye on the subject. Well blogging is freedom of speech, no? Hence I shall use that freedom to the fullest !

I wish I could get to know men better. Understand their point of view, rip them down to plain flesh and see through them, to find out how they can make statements of undying love to one and then utter the very same, with the same conviction and the
same gazing intent to another?

How can they keep their hearts rekindled with the same passion and desire-like fire as though she's the only they intend to love, touch and hold for the rest of their lives - being fully aware of the fact that it is only a matter of time before the testosterone rush guides them to another who befits the mould of what they believe to be just perfect ! And then forget her too, for another who pleases the eye, tempts the heart, embarks upon and glorifies the horizons of their fantasy...

His Perception...

My rebound had the audacity to tell me that I didn’t love my ex-fiancé. That all I looked for is mere togetherness, that I just can’t take being on my own, that I always feel the dire need to give out the love inside my heart to someone, anyone – or so he believed. That’s when my patience gave in. Who was he to judge me? Who was he to decipher my feelings for me and to try and put my personality as he saw it? What did he know of my mirth or gloom?

I gave a hollow laugh as I read the text message and decided to give him a piece of my mind.

I told him very clearly that because I don’t casually talk of ‘my undying love’ (as one might dramatically put it) for my ex-fiancé, it doesn’t mean that I didn’t love him.And that my having to call off the wedding was entirely based on my intuition of the future, but not because I failed to feel for him. In fact I very much love him. To this very day. And even as I write. And perhaps in the years to come too... Because when I hold another’s hand, I remember his very instinctively – the artistic fingers, the almond-like nails. Remember them so clearly, that had I been an artist, his fingers I would paint with half-closed eyes!

And when I look in the other’s eyes, I remember his – the hazel eyes, with a grey halo. So peculiar. So enticing. And so seemingly honest! Hadn’t the faintest idea, the very eyes could lie! But to hate them? I don’t think I shall find such courage within my heart. Not today. Not ever.

And people say I love him not? Surely not, if the grass isn’t green!