Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Surprise! Surprise!
‘I have a surprise for you!’ whispered Joy in Sirin’s ears. Sirin had been sulking the whole day, it was their marriage anniversary and both of them had to leave for work. Joy had a pressing client meet, which he could not give a miss while she had a deadline today for submission. Though their Companies would not shut down if they did not go to work, they were not granted leaves by their respective Bosses! Such was life!
The news of a surprise did not make her jump with joy instead she looked at her husband demanding a more detailed explanation. ‘You always keep saying that there are too many people around…. So today we will go for a candle light dinner and a late night movie after work. It being a Saturday tomorrow, there will not be any hurry. And then… We will spend the evening together watching a movie. What say? Happy?’ Sirin was so happy to hear the plan that she let out a little shriek and hugged Joy with all her might.
‘But, there is one little thing… that we have to keep in mind….We can’t tell anyone about this plan….otherwise it will not work out. Everyone will want us to stay at home for the evening. We will get back from work, and then just say that we are going for little drive, and then get the plan going. What say?’ Sirin was already feeling the adrenaline pumping in her veins. A lie to cover up for a dinner date with her husband…. How exciting was that? She was reminded of their days together before marriage and how they met each other without letting anyone know…. Wow…it would be really nice…she thought.
All charged up for the plan tonight they left on their separate ways to work. The primary task at hand now was to leave work early…. No matter what may come! Sirin was thinking if need be she will submit her resignation and leave early…. Resignation… No…No… that would be a bit too much… may be she will be a little sterner in her request to leave early! Joy had a more friendly work environment at office and it would not be a problem for him to leave early. So now, the success of the plan depended totally on Sirin.
The long hours at office were passing in a daze with Sirin checking the watch every few minutes. By the second half of the day she could not take the strain any longer and almost broke out in a fight with her team member over an issue. Her Boss summoned her to his cabin to ask about the issue. That was the icing on her cake of worries… however; she calmed herself and tried to give him a sane justification of her reaction. Although not fully convinced, he let her go and carry on with her work.
At 5.30 in the evening her phone buzzed with an incoming text from Joy: ‘Leave now… or we will be late. I am on my way to home!’ She knew that…. She knew that all too well that she had to leave soon, but she was yet to get her permission. She peeped into her Boss’s cabin to see him laughing heartily over the phone. That was, by far, a good sign, he was in a good mood and she could get her permission. And right she was in assessing the situation! He did not cause her any more worry and gave her permission to leave in 10 minutes sharp. Happy was too less a word to describe her state of mind… ecstatic was her mood! She rushed to her work station to wrap up the pending stuff and give some instructions to her colleague in case her work encountered some problem and rushed out of the building to reach home.
Love - It Just Happens
Love for our parents, siblings, and our relatives is a different kind of love. It's a shared love, a common love, when trust comes naturally. It's an expected love, we grow up just knowing they love us. It's a simple easy love. There is nothing like the love of family. Even when the world turns against you, your family will be there.
Then we grow up and learn a totally different kind of love. Let's refer to this love as Being in Love. I know this love can be painful, hurtful, and too much to bear at times.
But after you've gone through the various phases of being in love, it can be the most rewarding, gentle, carefree feeling. It's magical, peaceful, unconditional, it's just amazing. I know you're thinking "OK, Deborah stop feeding us this line of bologna" I think far to many have been hurt and scarred, which led them down the path of Love just doesn't exists. Then there are those that have had to many weird relationships, they have decided that other than love of their family, there is nothing else. I belonged to both groups, I had been hurt so badly that I didn't want love, didn't believe there was such a thing (even though I clearly felt it before) I didn't care to love anyone but my children, family and a few friends.
Valentine's Day
What will Neeraj gift me today? Will he at all remember about today? Will he propose to me? Shall I agree and jump with joy? These and questions like these stormed through Meera’s mind from the moment she checked the calendar and it showed 14th February. It was the day of love or Valentine’s Day. Neeraj and Meera had become synonymous to each other, they were always together, be it in office or outside, they worked together, watched movies together and even spent their weekends mostly with each other. Meera hailed from a conservative family but constant reference to Neeraj in everything she did, had removed the fear from her mother’s mind that he meant some harm for her. Neeraj had become equivalent to a girl-friend of Meera’s and her mother was completely at ease with that. The same was the case with Neeraj’s family. Although conservative, Meera had become a household name for them, having heard so much about her for almost two whole years his parents had also included her name under ‘Family’ while making the guest-list for Neeraj’s elder brother’s upcoming wedding.
Such was the scenario that inability to reach either of them prompted either family to call the other person and inquire where he or she was. It will be unfair to say that their families had never suspected the existence of romantic feelings between Meera and Neeraj. In the beginning of their acquaintance when both of them frequently mentioned the other to their family, their families had suspected something wrong. However, the suspicion was nipped in the bud when both Meera and Neeraj had shouted at their respective mothers for having called each other to inquire about the status of their relationship. They had become so angry at their mothers’ immature behavior that they had not talked to them for over a month. After much cajoling and pleading the episode was put to rest and things resumed it normal pace and reached the current scenario. Thus, no one ever mentioned anything about the same to any of them.
‘Remember your mom thought that we were in love. How weird of her to think that…’ voiced Neeraj. ‘Excuse me? My mom thought? What about your Mom? Even she thought the same…’ shot back Meera. ‘Yeah….I mean how stupid of them to think any such thing…You and me…it’s just not possible right?’ offered Neeraj. Ouch…. That was a stab at the heart, it was true that they were not in love but why was it not possible? Was she not pretty or nice enough? Why was she thinking any of these? Neeraj was right… it was impossible, thought Meera. ‘Yes… as always…. you are right!’ she quickly added lest Neeraj read any of her thoughts.
Today standing in the Ladies' washroom and checking herself in the mirror, Meera thought about this conversation that had taken place a week back. Why had Neeraj suddenly brought it up? Was he just judging the waters? Or was it just a casual remark? Since then Neeraj had been behaving weirdly with her. He was always busy when she called him or asked him to take tea break. She even had to cancel her movie plans on Saturday because Neeraj was not free. What was suddenly wrong with him? Anyways, there were others in the office, she thought, who does he think he is?
But the truth was that she was missing him, and badly so. Why were men so stupid? If he was in love with her then he should tell her so, and then they will find out a way to deal with it. Or, was this better? She was all too confused about her emotions and also about Neeraj’s weird behavior.
Leaving the washroom, she noticed Neeraj leaning against Ritu’s cubicle and laughing at something silly. She felt irritated to say the least. She felt like walking up to him and slapping him hard. What did he think of himself? She did walk up to him and said ‘I have something important to tell you…. Can you come with me?’ Startled by her sudden order, Neeraj’s smile vanished and he said, ‘I will be there in some time, I have some work with Ritu’ saying so he dismissed her completely. Standing there, Meera felt stupid. Without saying anything further she walked straight out of office and into the parking lot coffee zone. She sat there staring blankly at the wall… she was confused with her emotions…. She was feeling jealous and felt a lump form in her throat. What was happening to her?
‘Do I smell anything burning here?’ joked Neeraj. Lost in her thoughts, Meera had not noticed him walk in and take the seat beside her. The lightness in his voice made her eyes fill up with tears. ‘Hey… are you crying? Look I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you’ said Neeraj guiltily holding her face in his hands. This gesture broke down all her defenses and she pushed his hands away to rest her head on his shoulders. With tears streaming down her face she declared: ‘I think…. I…love you…’
‘I know that…. I love you too…. There is no need to say anything else. I know what you think and I also know what you feel. I wanted you to understand your feelings…… that is the reason why I moved away from you for the last week… and... before I forget Happy Valentine's Day Love’ saying so Neeraj held her in his warm embrace. A smile appeared on her tear-stained face and she snuggled close to him.
Love = Sau Gram Zindagi
How about talking about love without bringing the lovebirds in the park into your hawking view finder? Lonesome winsome hearts don’t look forlorn at their long lingering shadows, because someone in the past had said- “yuck, ugly duck! Who the hell gonna dance with you- Ya wish me Valentine? Ya gotta wish your mama valentine! Haa haa haa!” Well she was right! Love is not a parcel to be delivered only during the shortest month of the year! The little heart home deliveries can be made all round the year. So if you are the snob knob like nosy son of your parents- dial up your home number and wish that First Lady in your life the very best things you can think about right at this moment. Okay! Ladies weep at emotional displays and only the ones bred under military regime have a control over their tear tanks- so, fikar not! For the prelude- tell her to keep the tissue pack near.
Oh Love! You are mine
I wish the sky to show me the Sun today; the sunshine of the
first day of February that should have warmth of yours, and the clumsiness that
your open hairs had on me. I wish if it could cover my face again. The flowers
have already bloomed. I wish them to hold their fragrance good till you hold my
hands again. My hands are empty though, but I know you would be holding them
wherever you are now. I am waiting for the butterfly you always send, to let
me know that you have put your face on my heart again. You had filled the
colors daintily on the piece of paper with your lipstick stains in pink; and
the nightingale had parceled it to me last year. I am waiting for if she is
going to come to me again. I am waiting for if she is going to address me your
message –‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
Though you chose to move away, I know it was not by your
choice. You said you needed to go, but you had waited for me, I know. I was
looking for you too, but couldn’t utter a word about you. The song we composed
together stays revived, and it says that you are still here, in my heart where
you always hived. This February, I play the tune again that you taught me on my
guitar; and it’s my birthday too honey, and I am going to sing Happy Birthday
to me myself, because you moved away so far.
How should I blame the fortunes, its him that made us meet;
and if we couldn’t stay longer then I must not curse him for this bad treat. I
know you would be unhappy too, because you had promised to live with me until I
don’t leave.
February is just a month, you made its relevance for me indeed.
And at this note, I read your note that has your lipstick stains on it and it
says ‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
Why Should I Feel this Guilt?
Hello again, I know it's been a while, but I wanted to share a story with you, well actually not a story but thoughts..... Today I will lead you down the path of love, love lost, and the guilt of moving on.
Love walks in and our world changes in many ways, the colors surrounding us appear to be more vivid, our sense of taste, touch and smell awakes, our heart seems to have a mind of it's own and becomes untamed, uncontrollable. We laugh, cry, we feel joy and pain all at the same time. Falling in love takes time, it develops, evolves and turns into something so powerful, that when we find love it's probably one of the hardest things to let go of.
Even when we think we've found the "love of a lifetime" sometimes it just ends. Sometimes we are forced to let go, and move on. I say forced because sometimes we are still madly in love, while 'the love of a lifetime' feels the need to move on. There are two roles being played in moving past 'the love of a lifetime', the role of the one still hanging on and the role of the one that wants to let go. I believe neither role is an easy role to play.
Even when we think we've found the "love of a lifetime" sometimes it just ends. Sometimes we are forced to let go, and move on. I say forced because sometimes we are still madly in love, while 'the love of a lifetime' feels the need to move on. There are two roles being played in moving past 'the love of a lifetime', the role of the one still hanging on and the role of the one that wants to let go. I believe neither role is an easy role to play.
Celebrating Love
Behind the curling clouds,
Inside the heart of a peaceful valley
A damsel near to my heart
Who reigns in my dream
Awaits me
To fill her lives
Seasons Of Love
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525,600 minutes, 525,600 Moments so dear.
525,600 minutes, How do you measure, measure a year?
I start thinking .... Yep the cue word of the day will be "thinking"...
well back to my story...
O friend, What is love?
The entire world is so beautiful in my eyes, so young so smiling. Green and fresh.. fresh blue is my sky, green is the garden. The fading moonlight, the tender bud, all are like my existence. They hum their songs of happiness, they laugh all day.. they meet their death this way. They know no regret, no grief of life.
The flowers falls while it is bright, the moonlight fades smiling its way.. smiling all the way the stars hide themselves behind the light.
Who is as happy as the way I lead my life? O friend come to me. Let me tell you the story of my happy heart, lest you forget your grief. You cry all day, lets give you a moment of happiness. Let us forget all grief for that one moment, let us celebrate and sing together finding the meaning of thoughts, friend what are grievances..? You all talk about love all day.. friends what is love?
Friend, what are thoughts? what are feelings? You all talk about love all day.. O dear friend, what is love? Does love really hurt? Is it the reason of your tears? or the deep breath of grief? Then what happiness lures you to wish for this grief? O friend, what is love?
A Train Ticket to Love :) :)
This is my first post on..We Have a Story...and what better story to share than a love story :) :)
My mom never seemed to mind the distance I was from home, because she would just pick up the phone and order me to come home whenever she missed me. This time again she did the same and I was very angry not only because I would have to sweet talk my boss but also travel by train because last minute flights in India are very very expensive :( :( Thankfully I got the train tickets. Got off early from my work desk, a friend who promised to drop me at the station arrived late and I got stuck in the traffic jam. Chennai roads and traffic are not friendly to my mom's decisions I must say. Well very obviously I was tired and frustrated by the time I reached the coach and the anger on my friend was clearly seen on my face. Exactly in this situation you have a fellow passenger staring at you, as though he has just seen an alien fly into his coach, and I am like, well now that sums up my day, I have to spend 22 hrs with this guy who is going to keep gaping at me. No it couldn't get worse.... Well ofcourse not knowing that I will be spending the rest of my life with this stranger !
I'm Missing You
Let it go
Cause the hardest part is over.
Don't you say it
Cause I don't want to remember.
A little care,
Just a message that says, "I'm coming over."
A little time,
Cause it's you I wish to turn to
I'll get by...
It's your thought that really matters now.
Just one hour
Is all I ever needed from you somehow.
I'm relaxed,
But I'm scared and uncertain.
I'm afraid,
That you'll cause this heart broken.
You are hard to get over
Thoughts of you fill mine
I believe it's coming to an end
Maybe I'll just have to pretend
I'm missing you my special friend.
Washed Ashore
Whispers romance the moonlight,
you make love through the night
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
meandering the gaps of embraces tight
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
roving hands naught to cease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
tug, nibble, fumble and tease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
a coming closer of the hips
The mind blows, bowls,
body shudders and my heart flips.
Copyright @Sandy
My Love My Life
She is the pink evening of a sunny day,
She is an ocean and I am the Bay,
She is the only gift for which I pray,
She is the one who takes my pain away,
She is the reason of what I am today,
She is the brightest colour and the rest is grey,
She is the emotion I can't convey,
She is the beauty words can't portray,
She is the one I could never betray,
She is the scent which will forever stay,
and that's all I can say.
"I can't feel the difference between air and your Love anymore sweetheart.....I may survive lack of air but lack of Love for a second can kill me"-Abhisek Panda
~I Love You~
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Abhisek Panda
About the Author :
He loves challenging the concepts of others & that invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought.He Writes about Film,Art,Poetry,Stories and Personal views on things that matter.A Filmmaker,a Photographer,a CG Artist,a writer and Blogger.Music and Book Lover, curious about web design and development.He is the founder of "WE HAVE A STORY" and many other blogs and websites.
He loves challenging the concepts of others & that invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought.He Writes about Film,Art,Poetry,Stories and Personal views on things that matter.A Filmmaker,a Photographer,a CG Artist,a writer and Blogger.Music and Book Lover, curious about web design and development.He is the founder of "WE HAVE A STORY" and many other blogs and websites.
Escape
She will chase you around for a while,
But there's going to be a day when..
She's gonna stop running..
In circles around you
She's going to get over you
&
That very moment ,
You are going to wish you had let her catch you..
FIRE
THIS ONE IS FOR MELISSA AND SAM....MAY YOU BOTH ALWAYS FIND LOVE
Last night I couldn't sleep
Because of the dreams
Dreams of the things we would do
Dreams of the things we would do
Couldn't get you out of my mind
Couldn't stop imagining your touch
Couldn't stop imagining your touch
Couldn't sleep because of your lips
Lips that would kiss me
And caress my every inch
Deep in thought all alone
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you
Lips that would kiss me
And caress my every inch
Deep in thought all alone
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you
Just to gaze into your eyes
Fills me with desire
Into blue depths your soul
Stokes my passionate fire
Making me wanton
Fills me with desire
Into blue depths your soul
Stokes my passionate fire
Making me wanton
Driving me wild
Merging with words
Merging with words
My emotions start to whimper
Visions of kisses
Of your hands
Of your hands
Find their way into my mind
As sweet rapture spreads
Delicious heat to every needy place
Delicious heat to every needy place
The fantasies we dream
Find life in a written word
Upon a warm soft breeze
Our whispers surely heard
Find life in a written word
Upon a warm soft breeze
Our whispers surely heard
Deep in thought all alone
I drift into our fantasy
Where fiery desires dwell
And wait for you and me
It's like the heat of the sun burns yourself into my mind
Giving life to me
And setting me free
Thirst quenched by two being in love
This has to be sent from above
Loosing all senses, the desire takes control
The breath of yours serves me pleasure unknown
Giving life to me
And setting me free
Thirst quenched by two being in love
This has to be sent from above
Loosing all senses, the desire takes control
The breath of yours serves me pleasure unknown
I want this to be forever etched in my mind and soul
You are my breath, my soul
I just can’t wait to be with you
I don't want to ever let go
I don't want to ever let go
Alpana Jaiswal
Copyright@Motifs2011
Labels: Night, soul, fire, kisses, desire
Photographs: Courtesy Melissa’s Facebook Album
LOVE OF MY FATHER.
The one who holded my hand,
The one who taught me to walk on miles,
The one who loved me more than himself,
IT'S ALL THE LOVE OF MY FATHER.
The one who showed me the right path to move ahead,
The one who always dreamed for me,
The one who gave me confidence at that time when I became hopeless.
THAT'S ALL THE LOVE OF MY FATHER.
The one who lived for me,
The one who never cared of his wishes and willing for my good future,
The one who always protected me from this evil world.
IS MY FATHER.
The one who's scold I never minded,
The one who's order I never neglected,
The one who is everything for me..
IS MY FATHER.
The one who taught me how to live a life,
The one who gave me a hand of friendship when I was alone,
The one who taught me how to face this cruel world..
IS MY FATHER.
And at last I want to say ''I Love U Daddy''
This poem dedicated to you ! :)
Loving You
When you told me you were not ready for marriage and if I was willing to wait for you the next two years...it didn't matter to me at all...All I knew when I said YES was...
as long as it's YOU...
I will wait...
God is actually preparing us for our future life ahead with all the circumstances we are facing right now...
i haven't seen you... nor touched you...
(People may raise their brows... I'll take all the risk my love)...
I am happy watching you GROW in many many ways in all aspects of your life...
I rejoice over your achievements...
you have more confidence in yourself...
you are more open to your feelings and more sincere in your words...
thank you for showing me your vulnerable side...
Thank you for all the efforts you've shown...for all the time you are spending with me...
for all the songs you sing...
YOU ARE A BLESSING!
I really thank God for bringing us together...
You've brought incomparable happiness to my life...
My parents say I could lose sleep but still look beautiful in the morning after spending time with you...
the light shows on my face...
the smile on my lips...
the love in my eyes...
AFTERGLOW
I lay serenely in the afterglowThe sweat of passion spentOur bodies entangled
Lust expelled
Desires fulfilled
As our bodies restTo come down from passions high
My hair tousled, my faced flushed
The red glow on my cheeks still visible
My eyes half shut, my mouth open slightly
My full lips still moist, my skin glowing with dampness
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of passion
Which were etched into my face
Linger no more, but shall again soon
In the half darkness we look at each otherAn Unwanted Black Heart for You..!
An Unwanted Black Heart For You..!
You made my life living hell..
That made me insecure and unwell,
You made me cry..
You made me hurt,
You made me despotic,
But still I Love you with all my heart,
But my heart is indignant to you,
Because of you;
It lost it's spark ,
Because of you;
It burned in flames without claims,
It was dreamy, But now it's dreary,
It was lovable ; but
Now it's hatred.
It was red , But now it's BLACK..!!!
Because of you...!
An Unwanted Black Heart for You..!
Closure....In Love?
Closure… I often hear of this, especially related to death. When somebody dies we need to have closure by seeing our loved one for the last time, by performing the last rites so that we accept, acknowledge the truth and try to get on with life. The living needs to go on living while the dead is only remembered and have a place in our memories.
It is said that every time lovers separate they die a little bit. It’s like seeing the face of death. Both are wrenched apart even if it is for a short while and they feel incomplete without the other. I have often wondered, does love then like death need closure too? Are lovers happy and content, just knowing they have found love? Are we happy loving or do we need more? Does love always need to culminate in a marriage or being together physically? Is that closure? Does love grow more after that? Do lovers need to have that physical proximity always or else love stagnates?
A romantic will say that love is love irrespective of togetherness. Two people can love intensely and yet need not be with each other, the fact that they found love is more than enough. But is it? Or are we selling ourselves short because we have no choice or we do not want to exercise that choice of letting go and moving on to find someone who will give us all…love, companionship, togetherness….Knowing that a life together will never be theirs so many of us continue to be in such relationships. Is it fear that they can never find someone better than what they have or is it hoping against hope that maybe someday a miracle will get them together? They continue with this saga of tears and pain and yet not giving up on that love.
Perhaps closure is not the right term, perhaps the word is fulfillment. Can then there be fulfillment even when two people are not with each other? Can two people be content in the knowledge that they love each other even if they can never be together in this lifetime? Does that mean that they have closure in love?
Readers I would love to have your opinion on this. Is there anything like closure in love?
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