Him and her

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10 p.m.
His phone rings; the familiar picture on his screen blinking. He picks up. Hello.
Hey, where are you?, she asks.
I’m not home yet. Call you when I get back. He hangs up, and smiles at Her.
10.01 p.m.
Okay, reach safe. I love you, she says. But he has already hung up. A faint dial tone buzzes from her receiver. Sighing, she snuggles back to her bed and picks up a novel.
10.35 p.m.
she checks her cell phone. her puppy stares at her from the screenlock. she begins dialing.
One ring. Two. Three. Time feels infinite.
He must be on his way, she says to herself.
10.50 p.m.
He unlocks his door, pops on his bed, lights up a cigarette. her picture is still blinking on his screen. He remembers his promise.
I have given up smoking. For you.
For us, she had said, smiling.
10.55 p.m.
He must have been back by now, she thinks. she tries to concentrate on her novel, but all she sees is his face on the pages.
10.56 p.m.
He reaches for his phone.
10.57 p.m.
she dials.
10.56 p.m.
Flight mode on.
10.57 p.m.
The number you have dialed is switched off.
10.57 p.m.
Wi-fi on. A message pops.
Viber.
He smiles and types back. He picks up; his voice is playful.
11.00 p.m.
she shuts her novel. Lies down. Stares at the ceiling, drawing pictures on the rough wall.
12.15 a.m.
she checks her phone. Facebook. He is online.
12.30 a.m.
she waits for him to message her first.
1.00 a.m.
she is hurt. Expectations hurt.
2.00 a.m.
Okay, love you more, he hangs up.
5.00 a.m.
she is sobbing; pillow wet, legs curled up. Like a child. her eyes are shut.
A nightmare.
7.00 a.m.
her eyes open. she looks at her screen. her puppy is looking back.
10.30 a.m.
her phone rings. Heart leaps. A breathless hello.
10.30 a.m.
Good morning love, he says. her voice is excited. Like a child.
10.32 a.m.
she rambles on.
10.33 a.m.
How he loathes this childish behavior of hers.
10.34 a.m.
So, I’ll see you today?, she asks.
10.34 a.m.
Yeah sure. Make it a date.
10.35 a.m.
she hangs up. Breathes in. Smiles.
10.36 a.m.
His phone rings. It’s Her.
10.37 a.m.
Sure babe, why don’t I make myself free today? We could go out someplace special.
10.38 a.m.
He smiles. Closes his eyes. Her flesh. Those full lips. White sheets. Hips raised. Eyes closed.
He begins to feel a stirring.
10.39 a.m.
she begins to get ready, eyes dreamy; full of love.
10.39 a.m.
Flight mode on.
Whistling he heads out for Her.
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She has stumbled, fallen, risen up and walked with her head held high. Yet, she stands here today, alone and heavy hearted.
Life has had many turns for her, her face has been smacked on many times by Time itself, but she is standing today with a smile on it.
Because she knows that time hurts. But time heals as well.
She is rejected by many, but the love of few keeps her alive.

She sees the sun. She feels the wind. The birds chirp.

And her heart bleeds.

She hums. “Don’t you worry, pretty little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine..”

How true.

Sigh.
She smiles.

She is beautiful.

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GOD AND FELONY

God was sitting in heaven, imagining a world
A form of holiness that would cause a stir
To fill the empty planet bored with gloom
For there was not a walking soul that could zoom
Yes, the space was lonely,
So God created Man
Lovely in his image, straight he could stand
Hold his head high and command the creatures
Alas, it was too late,
 Before God realized
That Man’s character
 Did not match his features
Men dwelled on Earth, and now the heaven was empty
God wanted company, to use up what was plenty
So he called a man to him, a man who was good
Who toiled hard, never proud he stood
Soon God was happy, he enjoyed the company
He wanted more party, so he committed a felony
Bid all the good men to his Holy chamber place
Alas, the rest bad men enjoyed seeing the dead
Yes, it was a crime; God was satisfied
Because He did not see his land becoming beastified
By murderous and treacherous goons who ruled the world
And all the goodness ascended to Heaven in a swirl
God wanted to teach that there are rewards
Of being a good man and serving the Lord
It was freedom from the ruthless vicinity
Yes, God did right by committing the felony.

FOR YOU

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I was waiting for you so long,
My life stuck, never nearing a dawn
And suddenly you came over
Not in the expected way,
Not even charming
But you captured my heart
Became my lover.

It was a fantasy for me,
I wasn’t prepared.
We had our tough times,
Times I was scared

Yet, you held my hand
Guided me along
And for the first time,
I trailed by
Without asking why.

Sometimes you went away
Promised me you would come.
I waited for you each day,
You arrived- Breathless you had become

You smiled, said sorry
For you were late than ever
I smiled and said, it’s okay
But I was thinking inside-
I would have waited forever. 🙂

Hate You, but Its Not True

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I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you smile
I hate it when you make me laugh
And get me dreaming all the time

I hate it when I can’t talk to you
As much as I want
I hate it when we sit so close
Yet apart, taking these feelings for grant.

I hate the way you look away
When I look at you
But sometimes when I catch your eye
You give me feelings so true

I hate the fact that I know
You are in love with me
And even hate myself more
‘Cause I love you too, so wonderfully

I hate this love,
which we both can’t express
I hate it when other things are brought above
Our love, creating confusion and mess.

I hate the way I’m crazy
About you, my life’s all hazy
I  hate it but I’m addicted
There’s nothing I can do..

I hate the way I think of you
My heart full of love
I hate you of all the people in this world
But I can’t stop loving you.

BROKEN WINGS

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I lived in vain, cold and despair
For the time I woke, no one cared
Left alone in this dark world
I join my hands, with fear and cold.

With wounded, numb and injured hands,
I tripped and landed in your arms
I opened my eyes and looked at you
For you were an angel, I fell for you.

You broke my heart and tore me apart,
And crushed my soul, in tears and fear
For you weren’t an angel but just a fake
Who came in my life as a game.

You were my wings that helped me fly,
Helped me soar high up in the sky
But now my wings broke with gain,
And I fell down with much pain.

My broken wings broke my heart,
Still broken, never making a start
Every time I try to fly, in haste I fall,
Without my wings I feel so small.

The beautiful wings won the race,
And left me staring at my own face
The broken wings of my dreams,
Mourning with a silent scream.

– Rubina and Shreya !