LOVED HISTORY, SO IT REPEATED

               

History has always been an extremely interesting subject to me, unlike the normal reactions. Then I have to remember I was never in those normal categories of people. So, how amazing is history , travelling time in just few hours gives all together a different experience. It is just those stories which turned into past. But what actually history is?  just mere subject, texts or dates or the past which is supposedly irrelevant to present and definitely fruitless to be defined in future. We never understood how important this past could be to mold are present and make our future worth appreciating .

How amazing when one day , history walks into the present and you never realise that it could help you live some beautiful moments of times it treasured. The feeling of living it once more just mesmerizes and gives the new reasons of loving the history. When you would be wishing to time travel, there is always a fear of getting stuck there , not ready to leave things and people who already left your present. That is when the real beauty of history comes to life.

But it has not been the same story every time , it has never been. 

That moment when you said , It was not meant to be,

The question was still in her head, WHY ? 

She had tried once, twice and many times.

How stupid she was to not understand 

SHE ALWAYS LOVED HISTORY , 

And so did HISTORY !

Yet, she tried again, not ready for what was to come soon

Something not new for her, not something she had not gone through before ,

But this time , the present was new from the past.

Though, a fool she was to not understand , the destiny of it was still the same, like all her past.

With a very courageous heart , ready to take the risk and bold effort , she once again Tried. 

TRIED FOR YOU !  

Things going well, until one day fears and History scared the soul once again. 

Then came your judgement , your compatibility quotient , calculated with accuracy.

Once again, a friendship wished was gone, a laughter was lost , her comforts lost, History won.

She never understands , things she forces to have always have the strings held at the other end 

Just whispered through , 

HISTORY , PLEASE DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE, I WANT LIVE A NEW PRESENT, MAKE A NEW PAST. 

She heard a whisper back ,I LOVE YOU MORE - History *smiles* 

"Ab Dosti bhi itna soch ke kijiyega ?"

SHE could be anything YOU wanted her to be

       

   

She stood there gazing at the sunset that would soon darken the sky she loved to see in the bright 
sunlight.The night how ever seems so pleasing now. There was peace in the roughness and 
complications and dwindled all prospects of happiness. She could not decide where she stood to mark her territories. She went to the beach to decide if she could be the pebbles to form ripples that would make huge waves.

She asked the breeze that if she was strong to bring the storm. The answers lied within her and she never knew that it could be a choice and not an option given to her. Yet she wandered finding answers as she could not figure out if her actions were so indecisive or the cumulative failures at human connectivity had a depth undiscovered.

She went to the spark to know what held her back to bring the fire and she got the scar engraved, she lost it all over again. She was  still firm to change those scars into symbols of victory. 
She met people , of every kind, She left a part of her in them. She wanted people to know why she was there, not for her but for them. She could be the drug, She could be the relief.She could be the monster to make you divine. She could tear apart the darkness to bring out the light you held for so long,blinded by your own self-misconceptions.

She could be the future that would destroy the past you never wanted to travel through.The price you would pay getting into the heaviest debt. 
She has millions of stars that would adorn your sky, not that her's is bright but would make your's the brightest.

      SHE IS THERE, THERE TO BE YOUR CHARM!

How should I Love YOU ?

                                         

Just while I was resting  my back on the green grass of the field ,I overheard the most beautiful words one could tell the other person " I love you". These three words made more sense than any appreciation one soul could give to another. The two , holding hands and embracing each other seemed like the most pleasant sight of that evening. Yet, something that I wondered was the gestures.

 Is a hug or a sweet kiss the only way to show that two people completely adorn each other? How amazingly has this interpretation being turned into a cliche. I have always pondered hard through this thought and action of expression. I have always found the kiss sensual and the hugs warming, but I question myself Will this tell how much "I LOVE YOU" ? 

The other day , the football match brought a new scene into the picture. The captain took his most amazing shot, and there the team achieved a brilliant goal! Everyone applauded , raised their voice to cheer the captain, sure he was the winner! But , then the eyes lost something, they searched for something so desperately, the reward and not the trophy. There, in the corner the unstoppable clapping and the laughter and the smile beamed with pride. The trophy rested ,on the ground the knees were bowed down, in thankfulness. The captain flaunted his strength and gave the most cupid smile to his confidence, she could never hear her heart beat so fast. 

The budding poet sitting at the corner was writing a new poem , what could be his inspiration? I thought. The room with so much of chaos and disturbance, would not the words lose conviction? Does he not fear to lack ideas? Yet, I failed to observe the stolen glances from the other corner ,where the poetry lived.  

The ashtray on the table cleaned by her each morning , saddened and  gave a fresh start not to her mood but the round of drags of smoke by him. That night , her tears and his will replaced the ash with the leftover chocolate cup cake wrapper in the morning.

In all these instances, the three words never found space, So Is it not LOVE? Then what is it ?
Not a kiss , not a hug, Is that no LOVE ? 

The most teen question , the acceptance through age Who do you find sexy?What do you find hot ?
The most sexy is his smile, the hottest is his intellect and what is most attractive is his sense of humor, to make me laugh so hard as to die.

I love that he never said I LOVE YOU , but always understood that I LOVE HIM !

 " HO MEHARBANI  JO DIL DE ZUBANI , KEH DE JO NA KABHI KAHA HAI "