Love, devastation, and its ugly intricacies!

The train was speeding in a tunnel, and so was something on my mind.

Thoughts snapping between extremes - yeses and nos, blacks and whites, darkness and light. 

So many of them, born as a tiny black dot, they keep getting bigger as they speed towards me. For all I could do was to dodge them.

As I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw people, and wondered how vast the unending depths of imagination could go? Each of them is consumed by patterns and spaces. They refuse to eliminate emotional fixations. Refuse to see within what their oblivion did to you, me or the world!

They do not make space, they create placeholders. Someone to sit next to, someone to hold hands, someone to tell sweet nothings, someone to feed on emotionally, someone to joke around with, someone to share their deepest darkest secrets with...

They do not give 100%, they just give as much as they can to keep the doors open. So they can swing by anytime they like. They call in love, but they meet you at a superficial level. They do fear the depths love brings, but like the way it sounds. 

The sound of love. How they say I am in 'love' and how they say I am now out of love.

Love, devastation, and its ugly intricacies!

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Author's Note: We all work for the thing that we hold dear. We fight, throw tantrums, struggle to make it a success, we see it with a rose-tinted vision. We all have our own languages, and the moment someone comes close to figuring that out, we push them out. We hold our ugly intricacies dearer than the love someone held for us. 

Now...

Now...

Such a crisp and snappy word. It looks like a high speed vehicle about to accelerate in the endless roads. But at the moment it is standing on a highway, while I am standing on a pavement next to Now.

While Now is to leave, there are questions I have for Now to answer me right at this moment. But Now never stops, it moves like the seconds hand of a clock. And I have this something to make Now stay for some more time, converse about the random things that make Now wonder. Just as the random stuff that makes me think deep. Just a drop on a window pane has the power to make me think about the universe, or just wonder what that one decision I took would have led me where in the parallel world.

Perhaps I am a deep thinking, and so is Now. But Now's ways are a little different. Now speaks in moments, I speak in lengths.

I want all the answers now, Now answers me in bits and pieces.

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Author's Note: I have become someone who wants to figure out stuff right now. Sleepy now, dozing off!

Evil Eyes for E | A to Z April 2016 Challenge

Let's keep our love under shield from the evil eyes of this world. She said and left. It was the love that made her say that. She did not want to leave him. After a while, the door bell rang, and there she was back to whom she keeps telling to keep their love under wraps from the evil eyes of this world. It was a guilt that he asked her to stay. Else he would have broken her heart another time to be told that he has never been hers.

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Her mind screams.

Not for how he should be

But what love is suppose to feel like

Was it the evil eyes 

Or was it just not love

For all the eyes staring at them

Was it for the eyes that she stays

Or was it for her she was staying

Because at the back her mind was a constant question

Nagging her, screaming to come out loud

If evil eyes exist for the love she carried for him? 

Isn't true love meant to be so strong that it can overpower all evil? 

Was she with someone who would fight the evil eyes or would he leave again?

Author's Note: Back to topic of love, confusion and so on... Well how could I drift from this topic. It the something that keeps the world going (mostly make people get upside down). Again a draft makes way for my A to Z entry. #SuperBusyMe

When life gives you Coffee beans

It was a quick mug of coffee that she craved. She rushed into the office pantry slipped a mug from the shelf, filled it with hot water, threw coffee, sugar and milk powder in it. Moved a spoon inside the mug for precisely five rotations. It tasted bad, but it worked wonders for her.

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Author's Note: Life is just as a cup of coffee, it will not taste great always but will be just perfect for you.

P.S.: No matter how great you want your coffee to be, sometimes just a quick one cannot match the one presented by the best of Barista(s). I assume that all hot, cold, frothy, espresso, latte, cappuccino, arabian coffee lovers connect to this post.

Complicating Love

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We can talk about it later, we have all the time. Why do you want to spoil the day? he asked while answering the question - I think you like being melodramatic.

She was enraged, melodramatic was a strong word. He was as calm as still waters as if he did not say anything offensive. From the very beginning, it was impossible for her to read his mind. For her who could read anyone's mind within a span of few seconds, her sense was turned blind when he was the one. His face never invited her judgement, it was non conditional feeling that numbed her mind.

I do not ask anything other than a yes or a no, she said while looking right in his eyes.

He was quite, his eyes did not reveal anything. After a long uncomfortable silence, he said, saying either is not as simple as it sounds.

She left with a broken heart and managed to hide her tears. She did not want to explain to him the basic concept of love. She hoped to be wanted by him, not as a person who can make his day but as a companion who could sweep him away.

Author's Note: Love is not complicated, people are. 

P.S.: It is okay to get your heart broken, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find that prince charming. (wink)