As I packed my bags,
Suitcases filled with cloths
And my modest belongings
My precious plants, framed pictures, and old souvenirs
All neatly boxed, wrapped and ready to be shipped
Tired, I sit on my couch
Thirstily I raise a bottle of water and gulp
My eyes flutter - could it be a sign?

I laid on my bed, closed my eyes,
And then slowly raised my eyelids
On the corner, next to the closet
I saw a white plastic bag
Neglected, wearied, dusty and torn
I stared at it for a moment
Heartbeat loud, paced faster
As if it is you in front of me
Stupid me!
Slowly to the corner, I picked - opened
You smile from the top of the piles
You have not changed
How can you? This was a mere picture
It does not change
Unlike you...
And me...
Then there was this other one, between friends
How that camera caught us stealing those glance
And remember the one in which you cried?
I kept on teasing you until you dried.
Those letters with few words
Inks faded, hardly readable
But amazingly, it's engraved,
In my soul
How is it possible?
I do not even love you anymore.

Deaamz05,
Thanks.
Do these mere words touch the hearts of women? What would become of those cosmetics, jeweler and those wonderful dresses? Those should always take priority eh'!

And then there are men like me! All we have got are words. If only it counted.
Aaaach!!!;)

P.S: I was wondering if the word "SALE" touches womens heart the most? Or is it only me being stupid? :p
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Aznshwaty,
Many thanks.

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Kool bro,
Many thanks. And how about those pictures gracing the Sajhaland?

SunnyDev,
Many thanks for dropping by. I am enjoying your feedback immensely. Inspiration is rather strong word; you had me blushing there. Errr. . . chuckling sounds more like me. :)

Forgotten chronicles, I shall have in Sajha achieves. My presumed love though, I shall not. One among many other reasons is - I do not want to.

For me, it's not easy to let go of things, but once it's done with, I can not imagine myself going back. That is probably the reason I try very hard to make it work.

This "Chronicles - Moving!!!" though, is as much as fiction, as it is a fact. Sometimes I can not differentiate between the two anyways. Can you?
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Many thanks to the silent readers and those who chose to send their wishes from the backdoor.

Monday morning is not the best of days to really feel upbeat about anything. Methinks if someone can invent the chill pill to make Monday - a Friday; that would next best thing since Sajha. :)

Feeling the Monday morning blues...
IndisGuise:)

"...cosmetics, jewellery and those...."

"This "Chronicles - Moving!!!" though, is as much a fiction, as it is a fact."

Ignore others typos.

:s

Aachhh..."SALE" dekhe bittikai 'Mahadev ko teen netra' bhanya jastai bhai halyo ni!! BUT there is other side of me who gets really touched either by some lines of ur Chronicles or with 'Sun Zaraa' playing in a background ;-)

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nice:o)

Let it roll. Be it fact, be it fiction;
whether it comes from the shattered piece of heart or from its diamond replica.
I prefere the later one though.
Nothing bad to have a heartbreak fantasy. I had one until It get real. It hurts.

Anyway,bring it on.

Those intricate, entangled thoughts woven with beautiful words and metaphors. Just to make us ponder and leave us with awe.

Aaja re! aaja re ....Dilki Baata sunaja re.

Dreamz05,

So "SALE" is the closest eh'! "Mahadev ko tin netra" sounds so apt, what with it "burning" a hole in the pocket while trying to get more by spending less. Does not work that way though, does it?

By the way, how many sides does a woman have? Men generally have one side, give or take one more. Women? ---> Infinite?

May be that's why they are touched by varied sensations. : )
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Sriyas,
How is your Mustang doing? Summer's almost here and I reckon you can not wait to fly in your new-fangled quad-bike. Excited eh'! :)
Do drop in once in a while.

Many thanks and appreciation!

SunnyDev,

They say, fact is stronger than fiction. It took a long time for me to acknowledge that. Even then, the way I understand it - death is the only absolute fact. Rest, we add some and we lose few. Hoina ta?

Heartbreak fantasy is so much better eh'. Tell me about it!
I have to go thru that in reality every so often. Have you ever been crushed 17 times by a single female? I have! LOL.

There was not a "month" that she missed to gift me that joie-de-vivre, and when it was a changing seasons she handed me twice or thrice of those, subject to/ depending on her genorisity. Now contemplate my plight. It's not even funny eh'!What can man do?
Hehehe ;):p

I have gone a little rusty in past few days, but I would promise to unknot few of the entangled memoirs and I certainly hope to hear from your side. You seem to be very expressive as well. Let it flow!

Dil ki baat kahin lab pen a ajayee, haste haste aankh kahin na bhar jayeee. . .

Yaad raheeeeeeeeeeeeee hah!

Hahahaha...
IndisGuise:)

6

On "this day,"
When people take it for granted
And say the things they never meant
And few of the things that they do
With the liberty of knowing
That it really does not matter anyways...

What if I tell you, that I do
Mean the words that I say
And few more that I never could
Would you still smirk
And give me those glances
And believe what you always believed
And believe what you could never acknowledge...

This day, is made for dreamers
Who never had guts
Like me...
Like you...
Who would rather suffer
And smile
As each falling stars
Passes across the horizon
And sit and wonder
What could have been...
What never did...
And what still can be...

6

On "this day,"
When people take it for granted
And say the things they never meant
And few of the things that they do
With the liberty of knowing
That it really does not matter anyways...

What if I tell you, that I do
Mean the words that I say
And few more that I never could
Would you still smirk
And give me those glances
And believe what you always believed
And believe what you could never acknowledge...

This day, is made for dreamers
Who never had guts
Like me...
Like you...
Who would rather suffer
And smile
As each falling stars
Passes across the horizon
And sit and wonder
What could have been...
What never did...
And what still can be...

6

On "this day,"
When people take it for granted
And say the things they never meant
And few of the things that they do
With the liberty of knowing
That it really does not matter anyways...

What if I tell you, that I do
Mean the words that I say
And few more that I never could
Would you still smirk
And give me those glances
And believe what you always believed
And believe what you could never acknowledge...

This day, is made for dreamers
Who never had guts
Like me...
Like you...
Who would rather suffer
And smile
As each falling stars
Passes across the horizon
And sit and wonder
What could have been...
What never did...
And what still can be...

6

On "this day,"
When people take it for granted
And say the things they never meant
And few of the things that they do
With the liberty of knowing
That it really does not matter anyways...

What if I tell you, that I do
Mean the words that I say
And few more that I never could
Would you still smirk
And give me those glances
And believe what you always believed
And believe what you could never acknowledge...

This day, is made for dreamers
Who never had guts
Like me...
Like you...
Who would rather suffer
And smile
As each falling stars
Passes across the horizon
And sit and wonder
What could have been...
What never did...
And what still can be...

Shit!!!!!!!!!!

Log in expired. Logged in again. Refreshed. Blank. Refreshed!

And this shit happened.

Apologies...

Will make up with more craps in some moment! :)

IndisGuise:)

7 - Chronicles - Moving!!! ------------ Episode - Denial.

Down the years
I was - what makes me smile
And up along the highway
I was driving
To meet a friend
Who had come from aboard
And I pulled up for a smoke
That I quit, that I never started
And it occurred to me
That I was in fact
Longing for one.

While I made an excuse to fill some gas
And I saw Marlboro plastered all over
A macho man on the horse
That I wanted to be, but never could

I thought why not
And proceeded to be
What that poster spoke to me
Smoking is cool
And it is manly
I am manly
And how I smoked, doped and did some more
And how special I felt...

Then,
I remembered something
What you never said
And I turned back
Walked...
Opened the door
Steered the wheel
And started talking to myself
That you do not matter
You never did
And I have moved on
Like I could
And I let a smile
Satisfied...

I thought I was floating
And before I knew
I was sinking
In the river of denial!

I am nowhere near you in sufferings. All those fantasy - heartbreaks are from teenage crushes. Pain of those injuries that were never mine.
In fact, once crushed and never fixed to be broken again.
Still can't avoid trance of unrequited love, my ferver affection.

And friend you are right. It was one of those days. That day

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
This day, is made for dreamers
Who never had guts
Like me...
Like you...
Who would rather suffer
And smile
As each falling stars
Passes across the horizon
And sit and wonder
What could have been...
What never did...
And what still can be...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Once she smiled at me. I smiled back with the widest grin i ever had. She never acknowledged me again. I was completely ignored. Was my smile that intimidating? Never got the gut to show my perfect match of teeth again, falling stars are the exception. They always loved me coz they DON'T COMPETE for love. One day in the days to come,

tyo pyaro din.
Ma tara haruko sahabaas ma tripti khojdai hunechu.

Sunnydev,

You are probably right when you say I am far ahead in suffering. Hehehe!J/k

Fantasy heart breaks and juvenile crushes eh'! Ah! those were the days. . .:)

But is not it too much to be eternally broken by crushes? Or was it love unreciprocated?
Either way, I-say it's about time to shower that fervor affection to someone who would reciprocate.

Tara haru ko sahabass. . . wah wah..

Ma chai Chandrama ra Surya ko sahabass ko tripti khojnu parla...sunya thiye kahile kai Surya ra Chandrama yekai sath dekha parcha.

Tyas din ko parkhai ma. : )

Many thanks for droping by. I do appreciate your insights.


IndisGuise:)

8 - Chronicles Moving!!! ----> Episode - Make Me Alive!

Can someone walk all over me?
Tear me apart,
And stamp on my tender heart.
Stab my soul,
With a dagger.
Slit it open
Dissect, inspect
And break into pieces.
I am numb
Make me alive...

- IndisGuise:)

JD chhoddeu bro..:P
U ll be alive...J/K
Great piece as always bro!!!
Keep on writing..:D

NIce..Indi!
The last one reminded me of the line
" daafn kardo hame ...kee saans milee.. naafz kuch deer se thami see hai"--->Jagit Singh

Keept it coming ;)

Nirman,

Darde dil ki dastaan sunai baki cha yaar timilai :(.
Yo hapta ko antim ma pakka bat chit garamla. Kuch tum sunawo,kuch hum kahe.
Like I said, Your presence is expected and your input is appreciated as always. Manche haru tyasai thuskera hairan cha ma sanga:p

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Khatta nimbuda :p

Jagjit eh'! Wah wah :p

Kuch reet jagat ki yesi hein, haar ek subha ki saam huii...
You know this song? I know it does not make sense but somehow this one creeped in to my mind.

Many thanks. Do drop in once in a while :)

IndisGuise:)