Saturday 17 September 2011

Tell Me.........Was That A Dream?

I know,that u don't wanna c me.as i taught myself,u don't hate me.as i cheated me,u don love me.i know.i know all...bt still i am doing an adventure,with out asking u.                                                                                                                                                            k,i'm gonna start nw.u always listened to me,carefully.u always kept all the good qualities that dotted in green covered book of communication skills,which i studied.u nodded,smiled,corrected and at the end a agreed all...... u never answered me,never ever.bt i enjoyed ur friendship.b'cos ur friendship always contributed to my communication skills.thanks....bt today u jst listen me.with out nods,without corrections,with out agrees.......jst be a statue.a statue of a king.for me..                                                                                   Do u remember our first meeting? no?it's k.as a faded old dialogue,"my eyes have some problem,it jst don't moves away from u."i doubted that r u saying that to me?(sometimes,it may be my eyes,that is why i saw u everywhere i looked.) i asked her.i asked them.they agreed that a change is sufficient,either to my position or to ur eyes...) bt unfortunately that four walls didn allowed us.i was scared,i felt ur eyes were sucking my blood.(however u suck,my blood is red.not the red of betel chew in the mouth of feudal,bt the red of flowing blood.                                                                                                                                          bt that scare removed by ur repositions.we became good friends,we fought a lot.bt whenever u stared at me,every now and then i wanted to broke ur eyes by my curved fingers,that never manicured....                                                                                                                                                                            my women cell will question u,u the devil who trying to broke my base roots of feminism.bt u were a brilliant criminal.u easily escaped.and the same 'they' re witnessed in court.this is just a mirage.they said.                                                                                                                                                                                u dismissed me for spoiling ur image.bt that day i saw tears in corners of ur eyes.and frustration.bt then a witness came and agreed me.bt he changed his tongue every now and then,as new trend.u know what,that files are in my shelf of women cell.dusted....resting there........NO....paining........                                                                                                                                                                                      bt u accepted my apology,u started ur old hobby,staring..bt this time i felt different.of course i wanted to block ur eyes bt not by breaking...bt by kissing them.                                                                                                                                                                    
                      u made me doubtful by ur words.actually ur words were more coincided with my premises than ur conclusions.bt i kept silent.i had no more courage to lose u again......                                                                                         5 years passed,u changed a lot,me too.this is the history nw we can talk about the present.i love u,i'm saying this without forgetting the society that wanna distract us.i will ready to love u,if u don say me to forget the good devil and to love the feudal god.                                                                                                          i said this only b'cos i can't move forward without set this burden down.now u want to answer me,Tell me................was that a dream?if i can accept u as a king of my dream kingdom,who comes in nights with green star and sickle  moon.if not we can accept this a common dream.jst a dream.forget devdas and ramanan.accept dev-d and chandrika.life is the bitterness of grape-wine and romance is it's intoxication.bitterness leads to intoxication.........                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
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