Amateur scribbles

“Ooopa sarang hayo”, she whispered her last word , a salty tear rolled down her cracked and parched cheek, gently it fell onto her hospital gown. He felt dumb and muted; his body felt stationary that made him impossible to move from the chair that stood next to her bed. Slowly he moved his lips closer towards her and gave a gentle kiss; yet ignorant of the truth that it was his last kiss. Her lips drew a simple smile and then closed her beautiful eyes. Five minutes elapsed but she never reopened her eyes, he hugged and tried to bring her back from a deep slumber but all proved in vain. For the last time he leaned his head over her immobile chest and cried like a baby. But she has slept never to wake up again. On the task bar of his laptop, the battery signal began to blink, warning of its exhaustion. The power got cutoff an hour before but being fully engrossed in the movie he just forgot to connect the charger. In the nick of time his laptop  got automatically shut down. “oop...

You are curse to poor country bumpkin like me. All you do is give a short smile to everyone and in fact for obvious reason people appreciates you for these humble gesture you give, but you never realize how it tortures my inner feeling because of jealousy. Off course I am nobody to get jealous for you but at least one must understand that jealousy is a first sign of love , Your smile will be the pearl to me but I don’t want my pearl to be shared with anybody. You have a face with glimmering smile but devoid of love, you show a sign of oblivion as if your heart is made of stone. You never understand and feel the pain I am carrying within me every single day. Getting in crushes is not always sweet like in dreams, sometimes it brings so much of emotions which are too difficult for my little heart to restrain, all I do is just cry like a baby.  You will never understand the feelings that I truly hide under the parasol of my smile. Often I feel you should walk with some other handso...

Hello girl, you make me pluck the guitar strings, Because you have tug my heartstrings. You make me poetic, an artistic and lyricist, All my improvised poems are about you, None of arts are without you. The lyrist In my hymn yearn for your presence. Bitterly unrequited love cuts my heart, Incomprehensible paranoia stuck me hard. Stooping, fumbling and mumbling in your presence, Yet I cannot conjure your absence. Deceptive smile your lips draw, Oblivious of the intimacy you are drawing with me. Like the evening star you always shine, Still you cannot be mine.

It was 3 rd day of the fresh may. I had to attend a practical class, reluctantly I headed to the class with my friend and entered the classroom. She wasn’t there and luckily there were some empty stools right beneath the fan, in the nick of time she too entered like a glittering full moon. She just threw her eyes over those fans on the ceilings and then brought down her gaze towards some empty stools lying zenith the fan. I knew she was looking for some empty seats under the fans to reduce the profuse sweating from the scorching sun outside. Fortunate or unfortunate there was an empty stool just next to me. I wanted to give it to her but I felt dumb and muted, there was a jam to my nervous system and my whole body felt paralyzed. Then and there she came and took that seat right beside me. She stood so close that I can even feel her inhale and exhale, whilst i just forgot my own breathing. I nearly choked, even did not had a comfortable stay in that short span of time. There was an...

Under the giant Banyan tree once, When the dusk was about to be swallowed by the night. Two vague silhouettes appeared at a distance, Like two little love birds they dated. Intimidated by their envious rendezvous, I shuffled my legs to turn back and go, But my apprehensive yet curious heart Numbed my legs and paralyzed my steps. I stood on the pathway in solitude, Not even own shadow has accompanied me. I gazed the two unknown lovers share their utmost chemistry, They laughed and giggled beneath the cool banyan tree. With approach of the pitch black darkness, Fainter their shadow became.  The sound of nocturnal bats echoed, Crickets on the Ashoka tree chattered. Time in my watch ran like a hare, Whilst the shadow disappeared In the wink of my eye. Not far from where I stood, I could hear them walk away. In the cold breezy night, Laughter of the girl struck my ears. In the nostrils I could smell her perfume. A tear of sadness f...