Trials and Tribulations by Fire

September 21, 2011, sometime in the afternoon:  He walked in, in a white and grey striped shirt with grey trousers. He was carrying a black shoulder bag. I failed to notice him the first time. He sat in a corner, quietly, watching, noting. When Naina started talking to the expats, he noticed her way of speaking and the things she had to say. His cold green eyes kept staring at her, amused. He wondered how someone could be so stupid as to trust expats and complain about other expats. He was noting what he must  be careful about in future. The day went by with some more complaints and he kept pondering about Sia. How could such a beautiful woman be so silly? Or was she just a trouble maker? She had avoided eye-contact with him. She certainly had noticed him giving her a once over. He chuckled. This one was certainly a home breaker. He knew what he had to do. He did not sleep well that night or the nights that followed. In another corner of the city, in a cozy be...

It happens many times. The sharp twinge, a small pull. I ignore it most often. It does not go away, remains stoic and strong. The storm that follows is nothing compared to anything I have seen. It is always like this. A tempest of emotions. I am talking about words. A famous man once sang, 'Its only words, words are all I have, to take your heart away.' When I sit down at my desk to write, I have this feeling of being in the eye of the storm. When I have this urge, I have to succumb to it, give in, write something. This post is also born of that urge, that hunger to see my writing, onscreen or off it. Life comes to a standstill. I cant hear  anything. Last evening, while I was walking, I tried something new. Usually, my mind goes on chattering and keeps churning up ideas in a staccato style. I stopped, took a deep breath and decided to stop it. Do something different. The chattering did not die down immediately. It took a while. But eventually, my mind stopped thin...

Life was like a smooth river surface till you came. You came and put a pebble on the surface. The surface got disturbed and the ripples kept forming, and pulled me inside. Inside my heart as well, you created ripples, and I kept whirling. Whirling, whirling, whirling. I know not where I am going. I know not where you want me to go. I know not if you think of me. I know, I think only of you. Night, day, night, day. Days and nights became one when you are there, somewhere. Smile that lights up your eyes, I crave for. For those eyes to look at me, I crave for. For those lips to part and say my name, I yearn for. For those fingers to brush my hand, I dream of. Your smell to linger in my hair, I lust for. You are far, very far. My heart you take, wherever you go. Not so far, I feel from you. I can hear your heartbeat, I am so near. Yet you cannot see me, I am not so clear.