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THE ESSENCE (PART -2, Contd...)

Next morning 6.30 Nisha turned out in Denims, Jacket and Aviators. She looked stunning. A proper observation would reveal that she was wearing a black Ganji beneath the jacket. But Akash was too busy observing her loosely tied hair, to make a note of her attire. ‘She was perhaps sporting the shades to avoid displaying her tiredness from yesterday nights adventure she had’ was the thought that came to Akash mind and he even wanted to ask, but realised the stupidness and instead asked,  ‘ How was you stay’? ‘’Fun’ its basically fun here in these mountains’, She replied. Fun was something that had eluded Akash all his life, He was a virgin, he thought lamely that she might be referring to that fun, so he was completely clueless to the fun she was hinting at, but he reverted his thought back to dignity and simply said ‘Yes indeed it is’ ‘All preparation done’? Nisha enquired, she wanted to be sure. though Nisha had loved mountains, but she still h

THE ESSENCE (PART-1)

The dusk had reddened the sky, the magnificent view of the ghats kept him captivated again. In this solitude, in d midst of these forested ghats he felt contended. The mountains, the jungle, the clouds had been his companions for long now. The meandering clouds clearly suggested that it may rain anytime, monsoon would be back in the ghats. The fog was constantly changing its course, it won't settle, the winds won't allow it to. So did his past it wont allow him to settle, it still haunted him. Sitting on this cliff, savouring a cup of coffee alone, was his daily rite. After he had bought this land, life had taken a rather new course. He had used all his expertise and had tremendously worked hard to develop this resort, he had studied this part of geography meticulously. Now he would go to any extent to preserve these ghats, deliberately he had chosen this place for his existence. Here everything was peaceful, the outer peace somehow helped him achieve the inner peace

MOTHER

When legends said ‘God is omnipresent’, They were referring to you mother, (every child is gifted with you) You are the only specie admirable to that extent, And in the universe can be found none other, Taking a lot of pains, you gave me birth, Nurtured me, loved me, molded me, Your unrelenting energies witnessed the earth, For this whole of ‘mankind’ wants to thank thee, Your happiness lies in mine, Calling me recurrently just to confirm if I am fine, Forcing me even at middle of night to dine, My every experience with you is divine, You know whom I like; you know what I like, Ranging from the neighborhood girl to my bike (you know everything) You protect me from dad, elder’s n foes, You support me n my friends also share our woes, What’s now the difference between you n GOD? Perhaps it’s that, you are more ‘kind’, Coz even after doing everything you give him all the creditttttt…..

MONSOON, MOUNTAINS, FOG, SHE n I

Monsoon was back ‘dark’ n ‘loud’, The Mountain was romancing with d cloud, Teasing them were d winds a bit ‘rainy’, Gushing streams played the ‘romantic melody’, Trees swayed to d tunes, whereas I was d silent witnesse, But I was not alone, my companions were the ‘fog’ n ‘SHE’, Drops entered her clothes n she felt d ‘chill’, I held her hand to make her ‘still’, D warmth of d touch mesmerized me, feet to hair, N suddenly now all d nature was interested in my affair, D teasing winds came rushing n played with her clothing, I glanced n could see a ‘tranquil’ face even as her wet’ hair’ n ‘dupatta’ were floating, Gauging d intensity, d winds left us in our essence, D only sound now was that of silence, Everyone in d nature from D Mountain to trees, Were lending their energies for us to unleash, Each others expectations n fantacies, D provocation brought us to unease, But fog played the foul, D calmness made me freeze, But she allowed herse

YOUR PRESENCE

                                                                    The chaos it fades, The turmoil it evades (me), There dwells an ‘unruffled’ silence, When you grace me by your presence, My ‘mind’, it eludes sense, My ‘heart’, it takes precedence, As my’ body’ shivers to your essence, When you grace me by your presence’ When your gaze penetrates through my soul, I am ashamed of my hidden n naughty core, I am forced to, sanctify my existence, When you grace me by your presence, What are you? Re-embodiment of the higher spirit? Or Just a humble creature, whatever u r, Please do me a favor, hence, Keep gracing me with your presence,   (Great to meet you after six months)                                                                                                                                                           

THE WAIT

They were complete strangers, but both loved winters, the cold, the serenity the playfulness of wind. That night every distant noise was audible to them. Very few trains had stopover there, with few passengers n even fewer shops the station was quiet. They both were waiting for their respective trains. Both of them were sitting on the same bench, and also were experiencing same feelings, but were oblivious to the presence of other. Lost in their own world they were simply smiling to themselves. Both of them were expecting calls at 12 o clock. This was the night of 13 th Feb and by 12 o clock they might get the call. Pallavi and Nisha both were young, newly in love, and were enjoying every moment of it sitting there on the bench. They looked at each other, despite being strangers felt familiar, ‘all lovers resemble’, they thought, smiled, at each other and again got lost in their own world. Pallavi looked towards the trees on the other side of the platform, ‘He loves nature, s

THE ENCOUNTER

The breeze as it entered his clothes he felt the chilling ocean, the moon was bright n he was gazing towards the stars which twinkled, and like a crawling Scorpio she crawled her hand to hold his hand, this was the first time she touched him. A feeling of sudden gratification flowed all over his body as though a stream of water, which makes way through a hot desert; it was this that he had been craving for so many years. Now things got warmer for him, the breeze was still, there was no movement; even the trees were no longer swaying. He turned towards her to look into her eyes, the sight was not clear, her hair were covering his side of view. ‘Shinning Black’ in the moon light, he wanted to hold them and tug it into the back of her ear. But was unable to pull that much strength, suddenly the breeze came to his rescue, her fair flipped and through the gap he saw her eyes blinking, her eyelashes as though not able to withstand the force of wind, “so delicate” he thought to hi