Why?

The biggest challenge in life is to understand love.

It’s not a technical piece of information but its equally challenging. The reason why I think people don’t understand it is because people try to do it. They are desperately making an attempt to understand it.

There’s so much written, read, analyzed, spoken about it that everyone in the world seems to be trying too hard to crack it.

Ground rules:

Say ‘I love you’, at least once a day. What the heck? Don’t u f<>#% know it?

Call. Why? Isn’t the feeling enough? That someone loves you?

Be there. You can’t really define this one. Calling, meeting nothing is enough.

All I want to say is if you love someone, it stays. For life. That defines you. That makes you understand the world better. That makes you feel special. That makes you happy. That brings a smile on your face.

But here we are, trying to feel more loved, trying to reason it out, trying to enjoy the feeling. In the process, ending up doing jackshit!

It’s simple. When you know you love someone and that someone knows you love him/her, that’s it. It’s a feeling. Not a science report. Don’t reason it.

Trust me. These seem like only words and you Think you are already doing it. Trust me, no one is. And its more difficult than making rocket fuel.

आपकी याद

आपकी याद आती रही, रात भर,
चश्म-ऐ-नम मुस्कुराती रही, रात भर ।

रंग-औ-बू की पहचान हमें रही ता-उम्र,
सारी इल्म डगमगाती रही, रात भर।

वस्ल का वास्ता दिया हिज्र को,
तमन्ना मात खाती रही, रात भर ।

रंगत का सबब आईना पूछता रहा,
नाम तेरा झुठलाती रही, रात भर ।

अश्कों को धमका रखा था, तो,
चश्म-ऐ-नम मुस्कुराती रही, रात भर ।

उसे छूना है

Sensual: Gulzar style

उसके जिस्म के रुओं के एहसास की प्यास, इन उँगलियों की मुलायम सी सतह को है,
रूह चाहती उसे किसी वजह से नही, इश्क़ तो फ़कत उसी वजह से है ।


Romantic: Prasoon joshi style

मन करता है, हथेलियों को हथेलियों में, उँगलियों को उँगलियों में, खो दूँ,
मेरी हँसी वो हँसे, मैं उसके आंसू रो दूँ,
उसके नाखूनों के उगते सूरज की रंगत, मैं अपने नाखूनों में बो दूँ ।

Romantic: Normal

उसकी छुअन का एहसास साँसों में घुला है, रंग कुछ अलग ... मिला-जुला है ।
दिल है की जिद्द पे अडा है, उसके जिस्म के एहसास को महसूस करने पे तुला है ।

A new day - Prelude - Book 1 - Draft 3

It was a beautiful morning.

Rohan's eyes were still sleepy. He was smiling. A smile that was pure, serene and flawless. He had seen everything. Broken promises, made new ones and broken them again. He had no regrets. About anything. And absolutely no complaints.

He knew he was responsible for a lot of strained relationships and a lot of incomplete emotions.

Thats how all of us are. Life is about incompleteness.

His mind was at peace. No thoughts, no images, no naked school girls... nothing. He was not thinking about anyone. His heart was at peace. He was at peace.

Without an iota of change in his expression, he tightened the grip on the knife, which was already half-buried into the veins of his left hand.

This is going to be a little difficult. The up and down movement of the knife. But thats how everything in life is. A 'little' difficult.

He slowly moved the knife. Up. Down. Up. Down. The smile was brighter now.

He then artistically bent the upper portion of the knife, so that it sinks further deep into his wrist. And it did. Now, it was the lower portion. The blood flew. It felt relieved. For the first time, it was set free.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The first ray of light touched Rohan's eyelashes. The smell of the light was mesmerising. Rohan knew it would absorb the droplet of water from his eyelash. It would absorb the darkness, thus the impurities.

Within seconds his room was lit. His gaze moved from his hand to rachna. She was still asleep. The light trying to wake her up. She blocked the light by her hand. The sheet barely covered her body.

She is beautiful. The most beautiful woman on the planet.

He did not want to blink. He wanted to keep looking at her body. He wanted to feel the warmth of her body against his. He loved her.

He tightened the grip even further and this time the action was vigorous. This time, he knew, he wont lose.

He saw the view outside. Yet again.

A new day in my life. A beautiful new day.