The Hidden 'You'.

I don't know you enough, but I can tell what you like and what you dislike, I can tell what would you rather choose over something, and I can tell other simple things like that.
But, I want to know things that are untold, things that you keep within; I do not want to have a conversation with you, but just listen to you speak. It is amazing how you make simple talks seem interesting, and I wonder what would you sound like if you were to talk about real, intense things.
I want to know you more from the inside, I want to meet what lies within you, and what hides between the folds of your heart, I want you to show me your soul.
Tell me about the things that amaze you, I want to know what you want from life. Tell me what your inner goddess and demons speak. Tell me all of this for I wish to be introduced to your crazy soul which is revealed otherwise.
I wish to know you like that to know myself better. It surprises me to see that others fail to see the amazing person that you are and treat you like you're ordinary. You are no ordinary; you are magnificent, this is a treasured secret for the world is blind to see.
I know the other things already, but these are the things that I really want to know, this is what I really am greedy about for I don't know you just enough.

It's Complicated..

"He can't be present with you all the time. So he sends His angel"
" I read this line somewhere. But never believed it.
Because I was an atheist.
But then something happened to me which changed my life. He made me believe that he still exists; watching me all the time.
I don't know why I always got such feelings that I knew you since ages. Maybe it's just my brain's malfunctioning. Whatever it is, it's real and true.
I wonder if this is what they call karmic soulmate!?
Thank you stranger!
Thanks for helping me discover myself. I know I cannot thank you enough in meagre words but still I try.
It was because of you that I experienced love for the first time. And I don't know how and when I fell in love with you.
It all seems so magical now
But yeah, that's it!
Some stories look beautiful when incomplete.
I wish you get your prince soon, you deserve a love story, as loveable as you are.
And with heavy heart I must say bye!
Our journey ends here."
This was his last letter for her, not a word uttered after this.
She was too silly to realise what she was letting go of until she read this. But, once she read this, she knew it was too late already for she knew what a crazy man he was, and that she cannot have this man back in her life ever again. She tried, even, but failed. She heard nothing from him after that. She kept regretting about her choice of letting him go. How she wishes to undo certain things, some words that she feels she shouldn't have said, those words were better unspoken, but she said it and now it's too late, too late to even regret for he is gone.
Whereas, he still loves her, but is too scared to lose her again. He often calls her randomly, doesn't utter a word but just listens to her voice, screaming 'hello' several times, and disconnecting the call furiously. Little does she know, it's him.
Several months have passed and now, she believes that he must have forgotten her already and should have probably moved on in life with someone special, and there is no way he would be getting back. After all that she put him through, was enough for him to suffer. But those random calls never stopped, and she didn't bother about it much for they weren't frequent.
But she loves him, and it's too late to confess; he loves her, and it's too much to express. Some stories indeed look beautiful when incomplete!

What do we exactly want?

"What do you exactly want?" here is  a question which is often asked by the former generation (our parents) to the present generation (us). However, we brush it off carelessly and continue doing what we 'exactly want to do'. But, if one happens to think about what do we exactly want, the answer should be "more". We want more of everything - more money, more popularity, more fame, more, more and even more. In order to get more of everything, we forget to be thankful for what we already have. We have a family which is caring, we have a few friends who are supportive, and above all, we have a life, which is much ignored. We are all aware that we are living a life, but let's question ourselves if we are actually living our lives or just going about it to get 'more' of what we already have! We would be more satisfied to sit among a group of people and talk about random things rather than just sitting alone and may be reading a book or just listening to some good music. Achievements indeed play an important role in living a life, but it is enjoying and appreciating the beauty of little things around us that actually makes life better.
We must understand that life is about living it to the fullest and not just going about it.

Father

And here my hero comes,
Back he comes, with all the smiles!
"Come to me, little princess", calls he.
Dear daddy, how much I've missed you,
Each minute of our lives we, recite a prayer for you
Far away in some place,
Gone were you, to fight a battle.
How brave a soldier you were.
Incomplete is this family in your absence,
Jake was killed and Bill was shot, how we feared for your life.
Kamerad, was not an option for you.
Least were you concerned for self, and
More for your country.
Now, as you lay still before me,
Oh, how I wish you were alive.
Pick me & throw me up in the air, come play with me,
Queer you look so quiet.
Respond to my pleas,
See how much we need you.
Teach me how to grow,
Under a shelter without you?
Valued and preserved shall you be in our hearts till eternity, but,
Would you ever come back to life again?
Xeric and lifeless you lay before me,
You were never so quiet before.
Zounds I make now, to live your dream someday.

Firdous

'Firdous', in Arabic means 'Paradise', and Firdous also happens to be a very dear friend of mine. I first met her at college, and we hated each other so much initially, but since both of us were new, and we would sit together, I wouldn't stop irritating her, and she would laugh at my stupidity. It was much later that we actually started liking each other and found that we're so much alike. We think alike, and our jokes are equally lame. By the end of the first year, we became the best of friends. But after a year and a half, she told me that she's getting married and that she will not be coming to college anymore. I was really happy for she was getting married but at the same time I was also sad that I wouldn't have one such crazy person like her at college anymore. Life at college, without her, seemed so boring, but we continued to be in touch, I even attended her wedding and she seemed really happy. However, we talk at least once in a week now, and we talk for at least an hour, where I tell her about all the weird things happening at college and we would both start laughing together.
Firdous is one such friend from paradise itself. She is so calm and composed, always wears her million dollar smile, I have never seen her cry or get angry. I sometimes wonder, is she even real? Hehe, yes, she is, and I'm glad to have one such friend like Firdous! :) she makes me insane, yet keeps me sane. We are more like soul sisters and  I'm sure we'll continue to share this bonding till the end. <3

The Special 'She'.

I have seen many faces, befriended and acquainted with many people in my life. Those faces, and my memories with them all have faded away with time, but, there is one such person, I know, will forever remain special to me. No, this is not the boyfriend thing. This special person walked into my life as a teacher. I have never considered any teacher to be 'special' before this. I have followed this teacher of mine in every aspect; she has shaped me into a better person that I am today. With her, time flew and now, it's time for me to leave this institution and it seems like someone just woke me up from my sleep, where I was in a different place, my dreamland, where I was all happy with the teacher I adore so much. I can feel a lump in my throat for I've got a reality check, 'nothing lasts forever', but I so wish it did. Today, she (my special teacher) claims that I would eventually forget her as I proceed with living my life where I will see many other faces. But, little does she know, that she is not just another face I know. To me, she means a lot more than she can imagine. She must know, that forgetting her is not even the last thing I would wish for, also I would never let her forget me for I am always going to bother her with my presence (shamelessly).
She is more like a Kohinoor and only a fool would let go of a Kohinoor in search of pebbles, and I'm definitely not that fool.

Life in bits and pieces..

You can keep getting things done all your life, and one fine day, your life will be done itself!