Time Capsule

 In a small sack weaved with dreams,

I kept our songs,
Which sung about you and I
And all we had.
Then the words,
The long and the short ones,

Those rose with the sun,
And slept with the moon.
I kept the best souvenirs,
One of your smiles,
And the warmth of your hand.
Lastly, I kept our love,
tied up the sack tight,
and buried it.

Then to mark the place,
I ripped my heart,
And placed above it.

Her

"I love her so much,
it hurts."

I was never that person who picks up and maintain contacts with the people I've been with few minutes or more. I'm friendly but barely a bestie-stuff.
Then a day came when I was so stuck at this place that you can hate as well as love,
a place you want to leave as soon as possible, but you know you'll miss it.

And I met her.
(We knew each other by our Moms already.
 See!! I was stuck here just to meet her.)

She was nobody special at first, when the days went,
I knew inside her tough skin she was such a sweetheart who loathed to be known as sweet.

And I fell in love with her dance one day.
Then with her art.

Each day we got closer and closer. We were funny, goofy, crazy and the even better fact was that we had the same allies and foes! I really love her.

She is my best friend,
MY SISTER, but not by blood.

and I always felt like she would root for me at all hard times and she never failed me.

Time is always the villain.
We are about to part.
It's a farewell time.

But this person, she is my love, my starstuff
 and just like that starship's song we love,
"Nothing's gonna stop us now."

but,

I stopped trusting the future so much.

I'll miss her.
I never want to let her go.
My heart will be broken,

She was the best ever person of my life.

"And I love her so much,
it hurts..."

63

Ink glorified, lens extravagances and
the brains made it magnificent.
The prototypes were admired,
Beyond time and lives.

Seldom thought it'll be alive,
Nor revered it for real.
In the abyss of the beats,
And deep of the thoughts,
Longed for it secretly.

'It' brought me to it.
Tediously, yet gracefully.

The 'sunshine' lightened up,
My tenebrious heart.
Was my world and above,
Were my burning stars,
In the darkest sky.
Was my beloved song,
Of the eternal playlist.
Had the deepest voice,
that called to time travel.
Was the 'mirror' ; assonant,
But the opposite,
Was the host of dreams,
I would be visitant.

Was the 'it' of mine,
For 'it' was the most,
Beautiful. Incredible.poignant
And writhing.

'It' was love.

63 Suns and 'it' burned.
Then I smoked the clouds,
drunk the oceans
And the pain.
It stayed.
I killed 'it' and it killed me.

The 'mirror' was lonely.

Life and folks. (Mine)

Last year, 2015. About this month I was receiving a farewell. Our warden, sister was finally saying few words for us. I met some of best people in my life there, an that farewell atmosphere was making it hard for us at heart. Sister stood up and  begun like this,
"It's a natural phenomena that we meet to part, and it's the hardest of to go through."

Today, laying peacefully on my bed, staring at the white ceiling and reading the amazing 'The Book Thief', I was contemplating about all the wonderful people I'd met and how much I miss them.

During the high school days, I had many good friends and I was not the girl who always hung around a best friend. I was the one who was seen in a group having fun and joking around. But then, I met Sruthi during the 7th grade. We were pretty close friends from the beginning of 8th grade and she was my first and last best friend. If 'best' is defined by the way we shared our dreams and passions, she laughs at my every single stupid jokes, she was all bright and sunshine at heart, we never fought even once and she understood me more than anyone in the world.
And when the high school was over, we parted. We used to text once in a week and call once in a while. Later, we were all stuck in our own problems and lost contacts and there happened times like we have to vanish from all social networks and to virtually hide ourselves from others seeing that we are heart sick. Now, I was able to know that she is pursuing her dreams of becoming a  director and I am truly happy for her. It's almost 3 years since I've talked to her, but Sruthi is still my best buddy for all the good times we shared.

I had another best person from my family. Vidya. Vidya Chechi (sister) for me, my cousin. She was more than a cousin, she was like a good friend to me. Chechi was all crazy, happy, talented and an intelligent person. She always inspired me by the way she looked at life in an amazing angle she believed that nobody could understand more beautifully, let alone herself. She was an artist, a dancer and a good human. More than everything she was my craziest and funny-as-hell sister. We used to laugh till our stomachs hurt. She is only person in my life who gets me books everytime we meet.
But time and distance breaks us once in a while, she lives at Australia. When we grew up, we both got busy with our life.when we get to meet, we'll be all the same, but I miss her terribly sometimes and it takes about almost 2 years of interval for us to meet. She will be forever amazing the way she is.

Last year, I met another amazing person. Riya. We just had one year together and I've never found someone so similar to me in thoughts and interests. But Riya was more kind, fragile and humane than me. It was sisterhood that bonded us more than friendship, for that she was 2 years younger than me. We had so many craziest and weird dreams like zombie apocalypse and time travelling. We both were fascinated by art, literature and movies and also had the funny bone. I've never laughed like I did on those days, hehe almost choking laughing with watery eyes.
We were so sure that we'll keep in touch always even after leaving there, saying people at space keep in touch with their folks, why wouldn't us!.
There were also few wonderful people like Sameeksha, Nikita, Arlyne, Jisa and Aamiya, I met there. Those were the best times of my life. 
Just as same and sad the life is, Riya was also gone. We were in different countries and busy with college and stuff. Still we text once in a while, but it was nowhere close to those hilarious days we spent before. I can never forget her.

Now at college, I've a best person, a good friend, a sister. Meleeza. Meli Chechi for me. Unlike all the previous persons, Meli Chechi and me are very much different in dreams and interests.
But more than everything what I loved in this world is passion and spirit of life. Loving the way we are and living the way we love.
Meli Chechi was all a crazy, energetic, lovely, badass and funny person. She was a little similar to Vidya Chechi for me, as she loves to dance and is amazing at art. But the thing is Meli Chechi wouldn't mind punching someone in face if he/she annoyed her. Her spirit is contagious sometimes and I always envied and loved the the way she is,so impulsive and impossible. She always understood, supported and inspired me at hard times and made me die laughing at times. Indeed one of the best person of my life.
Next year she'll be finished with college and I don't know how much I'm going to miss her.

I'm really blessed and happy that I'd all these wonderful people in my life.At the same time I also feel grim that I'd to miss them at certain points of life.
I remember this quote,
" we don't meet people by accident,
They come to our lives for a reason. "

Yes, I did meet all of them for a reason. I loved them all and miss them, and I'm glad for all the great times and memories to cherish forever, during all the hard times.
 
People.
We meet. We part. We remember.

An awful memory.

How tiny are our lives...

My heart is so broken.

If you judge me because I write about kittens, then my friends I don't mind. A life is something so beautiful and precious and just because we humans think ourselves as the perfects and invincible beings,just should know that it takes less than 5 minutes to die of any kind of asphyxiation. 

So. this.  is .real .

Three days ago my aunt and Achamma(grandma) called me on phone and said, there were 3 beautiful kittens arrived at Achamma's room, they were found sleeping under the Bureau.Me and brother were so happy and too exited to see them. A white elegent mother and fully white (except grey tail), and two grey and white mixed sweet little kittens.Right at that moment we went to see them.We were overwhelmed by seeing the way those kittens were happily cuddled together.I felt like there is nothing more beautiful than this in the world, a wave of compassion hit me. Achamma said to me that having these kittens in the room makes her less lonely that all her grand children are away.It makes her heart warm seeing them and reminds her of those struggling old times when all her 6 children (my dad and aunts)were sleeping in the same bed, but in content.My brother loves kittens like anything, when i took pics of them he asked me switch of the flash and not to wake them.I put the images on my whatsapp family group. They were happy but raised many questions about the health problem it may create.But achamma just waved their questions down," whatever,I am keeping them here.". There were no more questions.

Yesterday I went to sleep over at Achamma's. I slept in her room, and adored the kittens again.My aunt had provided them warm mats and milk.I was amazed,that they were so quiet.  Today morning, I woke up and again checked on them. The little guys had slowly started to walk. We adored them and filled milk in the bowl.Then, I went to my home.

My cousin with his new born baby and  in-laws family were coming to see Achamma. At noon, again I went there to see the baby. The baby was taken to the room.All the family followed. The kittens were actively wandering in the room.All the guests were anxious about them hurting the baby and the irritation of them touching their feet while walking. Mother kitten wasn't there, my aunt collected all the kittens in a tub and took them to terrace upstairs. The wall of tub were too big for them, so that they couldn't escape. After few hours the guests were gone and I too returned to my home.

Now, half an hour ago, My aunt called me saying that all the kittens are dead.They were killed by some other bigger cat. She said she couldn't bear to watch the mother cat grieving and looking for her children.There was some horrible noise and aunt went up to check on the kittens.But she was late.

With my heart sinking, I thought about the trapped little souls struggling in the tub.

I skimmed through their images i taken on my phone and i couldn't stop the tears.

I can feel a fathomless hole in my heart.

Lucky day

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