My name is Misha and I come from Isha. You must be confused. After all, an addition of one letter, what kind of difference did it make.
Let me take you back. To the time where my grandparents were extremely happy and content. The reason? Kushal and Esha filled their world with unlimited joys. Two wonderful kids who never went astray in life and did all things good. They listened to their parents, got good grades, never smoked or drank, were respectful of elders and minded their own business.
Until the fateful day, where my aunt, Esha was diagnosed with a terminal disease. My grandparents turned the world upside down to save my aunt. Supernatural to nat...
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
One day, in a cloudy conversation i couldn't predicted what will be happening next, therefore i ended up getting wet from a rainy words of coldness, and with a strong winds of isolation i was drift away with a shaking heart that was searching for a shelter moment of calmness.
Then after that i realised "which is always comes late" that i should carefuly read the signs of carelessnes moments that i had recevied and felt through the time, and ignore all the useless excuses that manipulate the fact that the feelings had already been changed.
In the end, unfortunately "as usual", it's too late for me to avoid the storm, i have been shattered everywhere, within the sharp sound of thunder i...
It's been more than a week of unending work - hardly any sleep and random munchies for meals. "Don't know how long I can go on like this", I utter at last to my friend, breaking down in sheer exhaustion. It's the middle of the week and none of us have enough time for cranky conversation or consolation, and so we hang up in another couple of minutes. It's been ages since the Sun decided to show all its might - scorching heat and skyrocketing temperatures with no respite in the form of winds! What could possibly be worse than this!
But alas! The last couple days showed just what can be worse: enormous grey clouds playing hide-and-seek with the sun! So now with the heat is the humidity as well ...
Suman Da sips his tea frantically.
Burns his tongue with potent sweetness.
His trusted, static-ridden comrade has just informed him over radio waves.
A Jhor is on the way.
Suman Da closes his shop early today.
He has seen enough storms to know better.
His myriad of sturdy locks do not mind working overtime.
Veterans of mayhem, each one of them.
Under the convention of dark clouds,
Suman Da pedals his two-tubed chariot.
Lightning bolts flail wildly in the skies,
Thunder rhythmically rumbles,
And the trees begin to sway.
The dance of Jhor commences.
Raindrops relentlessly fall to their deaths,
Stinging the baked earth, and all that it holds.
College days were just divine.
Drunken eyes without wine.
Friends were family &
Family became friends
That's how i lived my college till ends.
Let's Unwrapped memories
of those storms & lights .
Somewhere it attracts me
To be on my wilder side.
Never counted how many times
When thunder knocked and raindrops came
my friend & me behaved like a child.
We forgot everything and just
played ,played & played .
Sometimes on a roof and
sometimes on an empty roads.
People might thought we were insane,
Though we damn care while it was about rain.
Deliberately broken umbrella's strands
So that we will get wet everytime in monsoon.
That era was not that cool or mod
Still we lived like,...
-sigh of relief-
*sits next to window*
“Wow, I never thought it would come to this.” He sits there next to the window staring outside with a blank gaze.
“It’s been soo long since I last got to see you. I don’t think anyone could ever comprehend how peaceful this window used to be. I also don’t think I could explain to anyone the meaning that it means to me.” He continues to stare outside the window until the rain starts to pick up.
“All these city lights are just too gorgeous. I can’t believe I’m finishing up with the packing of this place.” As boxes liter the room he begins to feel the gut wrenching heartache that is to come.
“I miss you with all my heart Emily.”
Tears start to slide do...
#skylark challenge 2
From the Window
Trees, tall and narrow , Florida slash pines
With burnished trunks
Fluffy green tips
Interspersed with palmetto
Palms. Queen, cabbage, royal palms. Cars and highways roll
Thick. With noise pollution
Freedom. To breathe, to move
They do move to Florida
The Sunshine state
No one gloomy here today
Red cardinals and
Parakeets and Parrots
MIcklav4 on lettrs
What I see from the window is the
night sky full of stars and in those stars I try to find your loving face.
What I see from the window is the
unfamiliar path and in that blowing wind
I try to recall your familiar fragrance .
What I see from the window is the scorching sun and remember the days i have walked beside you with no fatigue what so ever.
What I see from the window is the
cold rain and unknowingly calling your name with each blow of water on my skin.
Rays of moonlight
Knocked at my window.
As I stood there wondering
If I could watch those stars closely
If they carry the same glow within,
Like they illuminate from outside.
The Night Rendezvous
Sifting through the mist that clouds my view, I saw her standing across the room surrounded by a group of people who looked in awe of her presence. Her confidence radiating. And like a moth towards the flame, i found myself walking towards where she stood. The chatter is too loud and yet i can hear her laugh resonate in synch with the blood pumping through my veins, lighting my skin on fire. To calm the growing itch i look down only to find a pair of hands that belong to a girl that’s not me & look around if any notices the intruder only to find everyone already looking at me. Their eyes hollow and cold,sending a chill down my spine. & I realize the fact that i...
Skylark Challenege 2
What do you see from your window?
"Why do you not close your window? Why is it always open?," asked my friend, as she sipped her cold coffee.
I looked at it longingly and sighed. I cannot explain her, can I? She is too logical to understand my shit. She would argue, debate and convince me that I should, in fact keep the window closed. I smiled and let it go. I digressed from her curiosity and talked about all things non sense. She left around seven. The stars playing peekaboo and I awaited for the moon to shine.
After having a lazy cooked dinner, I sat by the window and gazed. Like everyday.
I waited for him to take a u-turn that day. I prayed till my cries turn...
Skylark Challenge 1
What does purple taste like?
I never liked purple. It looked overwhelming. Too much of ambition oozes out of it. Too much of loyalty. I never was them.
And then you breezed in one fine day. Lazily, wearing a purple tie and I thought "goodness, isn't he too much?"
And then you smiled at someone, switching on 101 bulbs around me. I was blinded by the dimples and the tie.
What happened next was only a fairy tale. You swept me off my feet and started a frenzy romantic, fullon affair. I was blown over by this relation. My favorite color became purple.
Out of the blue, you left. You defied everything purple stood for. You left a taste of bittersweet memories, a taste tha...