Dim yellow lights!

That fear of impossible
The faith, that its possible
By force or by choice
That one decisive voice
The mind struggles with
When heart is against it
But we surrender to that
Invisible yet bleak moment 
Between blunder & mistake
Where everything feels right
In those dim yellow lights!

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4️⃣ The Telegraphic Tales

*Perfect-Strangers*

Finally I decided to visit my favourite coffee shop

Looking for a new story, struggling from writer's block.

I saw a stranger across the hall

So still, no movement at all.

Her face buried deep in the books

My eyes awaiting glimpses of her looks.

I took steps towards her, but to my despair

There she was sitting, on a wheelchair.

Poor young lady, in her early thirties

Her eyes seemed to have many stories.

Some untold, some ready to unfold

I listened dumbstruck, 

till my coffee turned cold.

A beautiful woman, inside and out

At the age of spring, she was facing drought. 

A lot can happen over a cup of coffee

Stranger I was, yet now framing her biography.

She wants to stay alive, through what I write

Giving me a fantastic tale every night.

She is very sick, with enduring pain all over

Says wants to die looking pretty, with a great makeover.

Often now, she starts feeling groggy

A strong soul, fighting in a weak body.

I meet her daily, over a cup of coffee

And I am writing her story very slow,

For I know if it completes soon,

She will lose the strength to keep going,

She will not have desires to live anymore.

Miracles do happen, with her we know they won't

Keeping her cheerful, she calls me her only hope.

Life has a strange way of giving opportunity,

She was the one in search of eternity.

And I was a wanderer on a lonely shore,

She came into my life as a mighty saviour.

2️⃣ Coffee table thoughts

1️⃣ Coffee table thoughts

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!!!

The new beginnings (Part-2)

Days after, they met again

So sudden, purely coincidental 

In the lobby, bumping into each other

Ohh he held her, being so gentle

Though his touch made her shiver

Yet innocently she smiled

Staring into his eyes

He stopped as well for a while

Then in a hurry, again it was goodbyes

Words still could not be exchanged

She went away too, angry at herself

Why every time their lips get sealed?

Finally they were all alone

They had a chance for themselves

He too walked away blaming the time

Missing a perfect chance to pick up a line

They both missed it so bad

Still having no idea

Both are anxious, both felt sad...

The new beginnings...

...No seat, he damned the lecture hall
Ohh there, catching her inquisitive eyes
Everything was forgotten, nothing to recall
Instantly approached, sat beside her
Both unaware, what did just happen there 
Over the time exchanging sheepish smiles
And hand rest fights
That overruling shyness
Awkwardness converting to an amiable silence
Making small talks was quite an art
As they craved each other's attention
Wishing for at least a tiny start...