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It's Just You!

We made love, we kissed, we cherished. Now, we are living together, calling life. I’m just and kind to you and want you to hold me. Please baby, I’m dying without you. Our bodies will become celestial yet our souls will still remain with our children and adorables. We will be still smiling along with the grin of our small world. I want you to understand yourself ‘cause we both are alike. Cut my hand for my hard hand on you. Slit my throat which beckoned unwanted sound to you. It’s like you are dead and left me solitary, goosebumps are sheer sign of my feel to miss you. Your presence feels like air; it’s abstract, it’s brisky, I can’t touch you. If I say I Love You would you come back? If I say I would never fight with you, would you come back for me? You are the most beautiful I had, and still I couldn’t find a face better than your’s! Lend me your hand for the next life too, if I have any! Lend me those frivolous rebukes which you made behind me whenever I made you go mad. Why can’t we last forever? Just say it this time those words, I waited everytime. I’m half way out of the bond but soul is still there. I have more to cry, please listen to me! I could see you wearing those hospital blue shirt holding our child in your hand. Eyes are yours and I won the bet for her nose as mine. I’m smiling, but suddenly I missed you. Swayed my hand to the right and then to the left! Where are you? Where! Are you? I’m scared of the darkness ahead without you. Lungs have refused to inhale. Veins discarded their jobs to flow. I’m choking sweetheart! Save me! My last breath just knows your name! calling help! Oh! Now my blood is swarming in my head. Skin swelled up, my head will burst. Just say those magical words and let me rest in peace. Your delay would cost me an unsatisfied wandering soul after life. Come Back for the love you have for me. I just want you and I’ll leave the world for you. Just call my name once, I would never go. I want to hear it from you that you are mine.

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Free Falling

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Infidelity Kills

Fatal Reflection (:P)

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Cherished Beauty

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Sultry, svelte, Firm, Pert... ohh YOU make me go gaga... Oh your beauty pulls me towards you..
Just never Leave Me.....

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Q. I'm Low. I'm Happy. I'm Blank. Guess who I'm ?

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Solace

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What If Jesus Was Girl ??

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What if God was Girl?? Do God have any Gender? Is Supremacy nothing? Rituals are mandatory?
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My Mistake Which Made Me More Human (Part 3- Final part)

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With empty hands we (my mom and I) both arrived back home. It was 8.30 am and my dad was about to leave for work. He saw me and then my mom crying, which with obvious reasons and ultimately rose my dad’s temper. We recited the whole story. He then took me to his personal lawyer and the lawyer later on suggested for a FIR which would lead to become a court case to earn your respect back (bull shit). Me, my entire family had flown away with the wave of mishaps happened to us suddenly and taken all the fast decisions what all came across. After filing the FIR against the teacher and the institution I became a famous boy in the town (for the wrong reasons at least). I was everywhere in almost all the newspapers. This heavy step in turn erupted a volcano inside my school and just few days after the FIR I got a call from my school. A soft, pleading voice struck my ears and it was my principal. He offered me to come back to school and join the classes and also mentioned to bring along my parents too. The next morning my mom and I went there and we had been first accused for filing a FIR against the teacher and then offered a negotiation deal to withdraw FIR and we will take your kid in. So my mom emotionally broke down due to her kid’s future and accepted to write a note to withdraw the FIR. She wrote it and I joined in as according to the deal. But we didn’t expect that it was trap. I was feeling happy-go-lucky because I was finally back with my mates but this happiness lasted for just 1 hour and the vice-principal enters my class and says “how dare you are inside the class.”
I was taken aback! He pulled me through my hair and took me to the office. My bag also had been the part of my sad fate and thrown out of the school. It was all happened in jiffy that I couldn’t realise it what just happened to me. I was stoned and felt nothing and with my plain feeling walked back home. As usual, told the entire shit to my parents and as usual, my dad’s anger grew up and decided to give a final call to this war. We filed a case against the institution for the right to continue my studies and get an opportunity to appear for my board exams so that my career won’t lag behind. And then onwards our lives devastated. My mom and I were the only people who visited the lawyer, visited the court rooms whenever we have been called for. Only a son and his mother travelling 135 Kilo Meters four days a week from morning 5’o clock to no limits. This thing happened for 7 months continuously from this court room to that and all we got just plain shit of postponing of court hearing dates every time we visited. We hired best of kind of lawyer and that best person ditched us for bigger sum of money and bartered my court strategies with my opposition.
So we shifted to a different lawyer but that was of no use to us because we lost all hope. Indian courts are huge drains which is full of filth and corruption. From least to the highest, everybody only wants darn fucking money anyhow. They don’t give a fuck to your plight, your happiness, your mom’s tears, your family’s depth of problematic status. All they see is a client as turkey marinated with gold and filled with money jackpot (Bloody M***er Fuckers). The case is still on although I have finished my graduation after 8 years. Justice is still to go but I don’t want it now neither my mom and for my dad I don’t want to comment. The justice won’t bring my mother’s tears and those 10 months of happiness which she would’ve had during those times. My way of life changed, I had started taking it as a curse and once tried to suicide due to being the reason of dismantling my family’s life. Anyways I have learnt life, now I know how to speak to people at least, how to deal with them. My emotions are slightly dead, now I have become a person who don’t give a shit to others life yet I’m jovial and understand what human emotions are, from within I have become strong willed and holds the feeling of never giving up. Now my life has a strategy: If you poke me, I’ll poke you (merry facebook(ing) :P )back. If I’m not hampering your life so neither you have the fucking right to hamper mine. Life is a river which keeps on moving and so do I’m flowing with it. There are hard times but they’ll vanish if you think and believe that they will vanish.

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My Mistake Which Made Me More Human (Part 2)

I was Just smiling .. smiling and smiling. Every classmate of mine esp. boys were displaying one particular gesture by using their hand and asking me “where, and how come late?”

All I gave them was a sign of “have patience. Tell you later”. But before I could tell them later anything, Principal made a sudden appearance in the class with that particular boy who accompanied me in my Jump trail, class was silent. Looking at the nerdy guy I figured out that Anshul dude you are fucked up, as his face esp. the cheek area was all red, his hair all dismantled. And here we go! “Who is Anshul?” a harsh and withered voice interrupted the silence which sounded loud and heavy. I stood up and walked near to him and the Principal with a mock smile asked, “Where were you in the morning?” I lied and said, “In the class”. He then didn’t ask anything, thereafter all several others and I heard was sound of slaps and batter on my face and body. That process didn’t have a count and it was numerous in number. My principal looked merciless. When he started beating me I was a little scared but when he didn’t stop then I just looked into his eyes. All the pains and bruises turned me fearless. He stopped after 3 min of continuous battering on me. He then again asked, “where were you in the morning?” but this time I had become transparent and said, “I was outside the school because I was late.” He asked me a different yet highly expected question along with a slap, “So how did you get in when no late comer was allowed to enter?” I said, “I jumped in.” My disclosure of jumping in gave him a fake shock as if he didn’t know anything and had just come to see my charming face, he said, “what! You jumped in?” and again he started his corporal punishment exercise on me. Actually what happened when the boy who jumped before me had already been caught by the PTI(Physical Training Instructor) while his act...tch tch tch sad lad! And he puked my name too, although when he got caught I didn’t even try to jump but he was a M***** F***er!

Anyways we both had been called downstairs to reach the principal’s office. We both waited there for 5-10 min and then the principal arrived he called us in and informed us to leave the school and we both had been suspended for 3 days. We had to come along with our parents after 3 days. We went back home, my mom didn’t say a single word, I told the entire story to her, she forwarded my words to my dad and the patriarch of the family decided peacefully to wait for three days. I was relaxed and chilled from inside as I don’t have to go to school for three days. Three days fell apart and I was back to school with my mum. When we reached we heard that the principal is out of the town for another three days, so my mum decided to send me join the class. I was standing at the door and it was my Maths teacher who was kicking out some students for not doing the homework and corporal punishment shit was on for them. He saw me and got more pissed off and called me in to chop off my left over flesh. He just said “Tumhari garmi toh main nikalta hun” (I’ll make you understand your limits). He had a huge cane in his hand almost of his own body size and started swinging on me. It was a countless force which I bear and started bleeding from my right forearm. He had lost his control over himself and was incessantly striking on me even after seeing my bruises and blood. He stopped after 3-4 min and ordered me to stay out of the class. I followed the order and stayed out. Unfortunately my mum saw me standing outside and called me downstairs. I walked downstairs, my head was down and was crying not due to the pain but embarrassment. I tried to hide my bruises and bleeding but mum saw everything. This scene made her lose temper and she held my hand and straight away walked towards my class. She asked the teacher why did you do this to my son? He replied that your son had jumped into the school and I was pissed off. Then my mom inquired that how many times my son would bear the punishment? My teacher straight away said that I don’t know and go talk to the principal. I took mom outside the class she then directly met the vice-Principal and told him the entire story and he said there’s nothing we could do about it and in our institutions teachers are allowed to provide such kind of treatment to the students.

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My Mistake Which Made Me More Human(Part1)

Year 2002, it was my tenth standard when I was toiling hard to get rid of the so called board exams fear but as it is inevitable, my efforts were all in vain. It was a one fine morning when I was getting ready to go to my school but somehow got late. All the entry gates shut down and my entry in the school was restricted till the morning assembly gets over (as I was expecting). It was 7.15 am when the assembly starts and it gets over around somewhere between 7.40-7.45 am. So I had my chillax pill. And waiting for another 15-20 min was not a big deal for me, as it was a usual daily activity for me. Clock ticked 7.45, then 7.50 n then 8.00am finally, to which my patience struck my mind and I slammed the gate really hard. A guard inside peeped outside through an opening on the gate and before I could say anything to him he directly said that all the late comers are not allowed inside. I was like Ah! Same good old shit! Let’s just wait for awhile and then they will let us get in. Don’t worry (sympathised all other late comers)! Now this time the minutes of my watch had crossed almost half an hour more and my patience again grew up to skip over its threshold and I decided to make a back home visit but suddenly I realised my mom’s terror on me of-not going-to-school and decided to wait for some more time. It was 8.45am when the guard on the gate issued a final word that no one is allowed to enter today, principal has just issued an order. So, the people who lost hope had left soon after the announcement and some stayed back with a hope. I have heard that “Hope is a Rope which swings you throughout the life” but according to the current situation that Hope Rope had felt slippery and we were losing grip after every minute. Anyways later on around 9.00 am except two people, all other slipped down from the ‘Hope-Rope’ and left for their home. The two blockheads who stayed (:P) were me and one of my classmate. The boy who stayed back with me had the similar scarecrow (his dad likewise my mom) problem. He couldn’t dare to go back home, so all we did was scratching our heads and get the solution for today’s plight. As we had nothing to do, we scanned thoroughly our school building, discussed when was it got built, the building seems to be very old and strong, what was the make of the cement used and especially a jump through wall where an idea clicked our minds and we just looked at each other and waited for a yes sign verbally from each other. Finally we said ‘Yes, I do’ to each other and got engaged in implementing our generous idea to jump inside the school premises. Now the time had arrived to decide who’s gonna jump first, the boy with me was shorter in height so with obvious reasons I had to push his ass upwards and help him to climb the wall. My enlightenment of helping others through my moral science classes were doing wonders that particular moment. Anyways all went super fine as according to the plan and I pushed him up and he hopped once and finally dropped inside the premises. On the other side of the wall, I was waiting for that guy to pull me up but he never looked back and that son of a B*** ran away (Lesson: never help others when the feeling of helping others is generous and true). I was unable to bear that on-the-spot betrayal, although it provided me strength to climb the wall alone and so I did it. But while climbing some of the nearby workers on the road along side my school complained the guard that somebody is trying to climb the school wall. I was little late in completing my job and the guard saw me and to fulfill his duty he unfailingly reported to the high officials about my desperate attempt to get education. The moment I dropped in it was a moment of glory for me. I felt victorious and the feeling was indescribable. I just ran .. ran .. and ran and followed the way towards my class. It was a screech my shoes did when I reached my class entrance door (everything felt adventurous that time). It was my arts and crafts teacher, who was in the class. A very sweet and generous lady, as she was the one who never said anything to me. So that day too she didn’t ask anything and this kind gesture of my teacher added a high flavour to my adventurous victory. My bosom’s swelled and the panting of my breath was describing my triumph non-verbally to my friends. I was just smiling, smiling and smiling......

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The most powerful thing in life after TIME is your INITIATIVE. You initiate and you find that all the doors of obstacles are opening eventually.

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Unspoken Love 2 (Last part)

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I was waiting …. Waiting.. and waiting… and suddenly she arrived. Again a grin was on my face( I swear to god I don’t know why?) and so did on her face. Well then the game of an eye for an eye exchange started and I figured out that her pheromones(:P) are also activated for me(hmmmm khi khi khi.. ;-) ). I was a happy dog that time.

Now I had become a punctual visitor. Coming to the class on time, leaving on time. This phenomena lasted for 1 month may be and my greed to talk to her poking me real hard. On the other hand, as it is an old saying ‘laakh chupao par chupta nahi pyar’(it’s impossible to hide your love) and my friends, my batchmates, classmates all knew what’s going on these days between two of us. Then the time started of wandering around the girl’s street, her house and almost all the places where she visits. So anyways, to make a start I stole her notebook when she was not around in the class. On the last page of that notebook had some writings of a famous song during those days(won’t disclose it). After she got back to class she was looking for her notebook and asked every second person of the class about it but not me. Nobody could understand how many butterflies were tickling me in my stomach just by thinking “yeh sabko chor samajhti hai sirf mujhe chhodd kar :P , hehehe” (she considers everyone a thief except me). Her desperation for her notebook and then a distress led me to give her notebook back, which eventually provided me a chance to talk to her(yippee).

It was 11.20 in the morning and recess was about to start in 10 min, I had somehow managed to talk to her and said, “I wanna talk to you, please do meet me in the recess. I don’t know how but anyhow”. She just smiled as if she knew what my intentions are. Anyways I waited for 10 min to get over and during those 10 min my heart beat was drumming as if my heart will pop out but nothing happened like that. Bell rang, due to which my heart rang and my mind rang and because of these numerous ringing activities my whole body shivered. Half of the recess got over I was waiting when she will come man!

And when there were just 2 min left to recess get over I saw her waliking towards me. Oh boy! Whatever the dialogues I wrote and learnt, have forgotten each and every bit of those. Now was thinking it’s better to not talk to her. Suddenly my thoughts interrupted and heard a voice saying. “ So what were you saying(she was still smiling) ?”. I was like, “I ..I .. don’t .. uh know…”. She again interrupted and said, “No, before the recess you were saying that you need to talk to me. So I’m here, tell me”. That moment I thought “Anshul dude you have made a big fool out of yourself”, but somehow collaborated some heavy effort and said, “I just wanted to say that…”. Again an interruption by her, “what? Say it right now and why your hands are back while talking to me. I’m not your teacher that you are standing respectfully.” And here comes the disclosure of my theft. I showed her what I’m carrying in my hand and before I could judge her reaction she smiled and said, “I knew it.” And with a shock I said, “what?” she smiled more and said, “That my notebook is with you.” I was unable to infer whether to smile or keep mum. And here the bell rang, recess got over and before leaving she said, “Don’t say anything, I like everything between you and me the way it is.”

She smiled again and left but I was dissapointed and my immatured thoughts in my brain cloud said, “WTF ! how could she decide everything like don’t talk and fall for me. There will be no kisses, no hand in hand, nothing! What kind of love she’s expecting?” then this silly boy decided to go back to normality. So far I had made up my mind that I won’t even look at her but “Dil toh bachcha hai ji” (Heart is still a kid). It again started and the same sweet wave of her smile reached to me when I saw her as she saw me, what all I decided 5 min back all have blown away with that wave of her smile. Back to the basics (khi khi khi :P). Since then, we never talked. I have never heard her voice, as in talking to each other. We got so many chances but it was never happened that we initiated something. The only business we shared was of smiling and looking at each other. We shared that eye to eye thing for 1-1/2 years. Sometimes our days were not good so if I’m dissapointed or depressed with something, I could feel her inquiring through her eyes that she wants to know ‘What’s Up’ with me and same was the case right back at her. It was all mutual, generous and I must say LOVING. I won’t say that it was a platonic feel because every look, every admiration, every feel had touched us physically too, our goosebumps made us feel each other. I still love her and I think it’s not a wrong deed to follow a love further in your life when you have a girlfriend. That love will never die, as thereafter everything I had shared with my future people it was all shared physically too and I’m not denying that it was special too and still it’s special in a different way but that was something different… ( :P )

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Unspoken Love

Is it true that love can be possible through eyes? Well, if I raise this issue in my case then yes it is possible. Don’t worry guys I won’t start it with ‘Once upon a time …” kind of sh**. Just keeping my story (unfortunately which is true :P) simple, crisp and prim. I was 16 then when it all started. I was a boy in tenth standard or you can say was in my middle of adolescence when puberty hormones(pheromones esp.) strictly forces you to fall into different kind of attaractions and infatuations in the case of cute and beautiful girls around you. Same was the case with me, I fell for a charming girl of my class(cliché but good for me). I adored all her tiny recent grown pubic features, which comprises of her whole body(Not talking about anything beneath her clothes. Dirty Mind!! Get into the glow). Her face was a blooming flower for me, her long hair waved a peaceful breeze to me whenever she crossed me walking through her way. Her ‘Sensation’ (some brand) deodorant always made my day a Sunday. OK enough of it! So, It started during my pre-board preparation classes (during those times this sh** was newly started) and I was in one of the topper in the least-prepared-for-the-exams-category-students. So my scared mom forced me to join some fu**ing, bugging coaching classes for science subjects where I had to report 5 am in the morning(another jolt to my life). Any how I joined in and always reached the coaching classes 15 min before it gets to end(5.45am). All worked fine to me for 8-10 days I guess, then suddenly a new chick made an entry in my preparation classes on the 8^th or 10^th day. I reached precisely 15 min before the class gets over and found 3 new chicks leaving from there. Although I didn’t get the opportunity to have the glimpse of their faces, all I saw was just relished their behind(:P). And the moment I entered, one of my friend shouted ‘mazaa chhoot gaya’ (Missed the fun). I ignored and sat down and waited for another 15 min to get over. The moment class got over, I faced a stampede of questions and flavouring comments about the beauty of the new chick through my friends. Some were like ‘Tune dekha usko?’ (you saw her?) and some were like ‘kya cheez thi bey, tu late aaya. Bola tha na mazaa chhoot gaya’ (what a piece was that, you came late. I told you that you missed the fun). I was like what the hell is wrong with these guys. Haven’t they ever seen a girl or what? But anyways that part of the morning shifted some how and I got back home and thereafter left for my school. And as I entered my class, my jaw dropped. I had finally faced that chick. After seeing her I realised no wonder why these small di** heads went crazy. Now to top it up with embarrassment of mine I smiled at her (I don’t know why I did that) and so did she. And now even I had joined the same stampede of my friends and went all on and on for that chick (tune dekha usey, kya cheez hai bey.. etc etc..). Day got over and during night hours before my sleep, for the first time in my life I had set an alarm(4.30 am) and amazingly in the morning I woke up exactly at that time. My parents must be wondering that time, Oh! Our kid is finally giving a try to his future (hard luck mom n dad :P ). I reached exactly at 5 am and that day most of the people did know me must have fainted to the floors seeing me reaching the class exactly on time. So did my coaching teacher (although he lost all hope for me) and he praised me “koi nai, der aaye durust aaye” (never mind! In life it’s never too late). I was waiting…waiting and waiting……….

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