The last Sunday (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today is the last Sunday of my one year's Internship. After all the night shifts as well as night outings today I wanted to spend the morning sitting in a cafe, sipping my favourite masala tea, watching the uninterrupted rain through a large window and reading an old classic 'Wuthering Heights'. Being in the cafe for a while I looked around suddenly when I realised I was surrounded with different couples. I could overhear some of their stories and the diversity of the conversations fantasized me. Like Savi Sharma's 'Everyone has a story'  I started jotting down theirs. Couple A was on the table just next to mine, they were probably meeting for the first time, a set up by two families who wanted to fix them into a wedlock. Couple B was a newly married one out for a Sunday brunch to enjoy the romantic weather of the city. Couple C, well not a couple I guess as the guy remained constant but the girl/s were like the value of 'x', different and unknown. He seemed young to be such a Casanova type, I could infer that he chose a central location of the city to meet all of them, intelligent! Couple D being my favourite as the old couple finally got the time in their life to spend it with each other, the kids were settled with a family and they didn't mind being alone for it seemed in the race of life while trying to settle their kids they missed out on each other a lot. Now was the time to enjoy the passion again which was once so alive. I never thought about listening into other's lives, secretly stealing their stories but they amazed me. How different people can be at a single place at the same time but with such diversity. On the fifth table was a young girl trying her best to please her new client into doing business together. Her words had such a power and fineness while she spoke that no matter I understood nothing about the business yet I felt mesmerized. Alas! It was me in the last table with my love beside me whose eyes constantly stared to see the glitters in mine. Aaah..I fell in love today, all over again, with this city of Joy.

~©Auldrin❤

3️⃣ Ab firse jab baarish hogi...

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Un boondon ke bich kahin
Teri aahatein bhi sang hongi
Bheegne par kya fikar kya sochna
Jab sardi ka ilaaj apne saath hi hoga

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Zameen par girte pani ke saath
Hawaon me humari deewangi judegi
Mitti ki khushboo jab rooh ko chhu legi
Keechad se latpat bhi khushi hi milegi

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Jaise boondein milne par ek hoti
Waise humari saansein milengi
Ek hi dhun me hum do basenge
Ek hi pyaar me hum do sajenge

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Ek tu ek main aur kuch dhadkane
Aur fir hum, sirf hum rahenge...

The new beginnings (Part-3)

Some relationships are "COINCIDENTAL". This one needed more words than just a poem.

She was one simple girl, crazy within and lively outside. He was one shy guy, passionate within but calm and composed on the outside, as if there was a sea within him, the waves of which only he could hear. Time and again they would sit together at lectures, making small talks leading to no where, but they both were very observant about every word the other said. Perhaps their minds were already connected, only matter of time for them to realise.
2 A.M. one cold night, cold because it had been raining a lot, lying on the bed though miles away from each other, both sleepless and full of thoughts. She kept her phone silent, suddenly her screen became bright, there was a text message! Even with closed eyes she knew it was her phone, she checked the message and his name flashed on the screen. Bewildered and confused, for a while she was lost, conscious yet unconscious. She tried being casual asking him how he got her contact and why was he texting at this hour? He tried being smart saying from a mutual friend and that he had a doubt about a topic of the class. Slightly their cheeks lifted, his right and her left. It was slowly turning into a saga, there was always "this" urge of talking to each other though they would never talk anything else but class topics.
One day she came out of a store, someone grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. It was HIM, both breathing heavily, as he exhaled she inhaled and vice versa. She could feel her heart pounding with gush of emotions, her hands trembled to push him away because she didnt want to. His arms were tight around her waist, he was close, very close, hardly few milimetres apart. His nose smelling her hair, made her bite her lip, but he was resisting himself so hard, controlling the animal inside him for he didn't want to scare her away. He seemed perplexed about what was she doing near his home, is she a stalker? he wondered. But she wasnt, it was just a mere coincidence, and she ran away from there not looking back again.
Like I said, some relationships are coincidental. Even after no contact for months, they met again, accidentally ofcourse, at a dancing festival in the rain! He didn't ask for permission, just held her with some strength as if she belonged to him, taking her to the dance floor and she automatically started dancing to his tunes. There were noises of whistling, clappings, cheers but none of them reaching their ears. Except for the contact (which they actually never used for anything but only class doubts), the only thing they knew about each other were the EMOTIONS. How her smile worked as a magic fire melting his heart, how his touch gave her a shivering down the spine, how her shining eyes gave him the most beautiful light of his life and how his voice always found its way to her soul.
Now how would you feel if I tell you, all of this is real? No fiction, they are still bumping into each other by mere coincidences of their fates and that they are actually loving it, testing their luck, more and more, day by day, waiting for "THAT" one day when they finally decide to be together forever and share their FIRST KISS!!!

2️⃣ LittleLoveLullaby

His voice into my ears

He had no clue

Times I fell in love 

Listening to his songs too.

So I read to him

Every word I had written

Staring into his eyes

Falling in love 'again'

Like a baby he adorably listened!

One Journey Lived Twice!

Twice, they actually met

The first time, introduced

Having a circle of friends

Second when one's eyes

Captivated by the other's 

No more meetings demanded!

Twice, there was intoxication 

First, when he selected formals

Wore the tux with a red tie

Second, when she appeared

Wearing same color saree

The attire, he just dreamed about!

Twice, everything was perfect

First, when they moved on

And left their past behind 

Second, over the future

Present was chosen

It was all so beautifully right!

Twice, were they happiest

First, in the ceremony

Which bound them together

Second, when they shared it

By bringing into the world

Two adorable new lives!

Twice, they were rebellious

First, when they had convinced

Two familes to accept them

Second, when they fought

To fulfill all the wishes, dreams

Their children ever saw!

Twice, felt their true love  

First, time he lively sang

As she danced to his tunes

And the last time,

Alongwith pain & despair

When one had to pull the plug off!

~VK©