I Express

Away from your own blood, When you feel the pain of being left out by everyone around. When you see jolly people around and it pains to know you aren't a part of them. When your parents are your sole support but it pains to tell them for they are helpless. When people greet you in the morning only to seek your help in the evening. When people play loud music n dance, your only companion_the book in your hand seems lifeless. When you die to laugh with a bunch of folks but realize those folks are tired of laughing. Laughing at you. Maybe?

In my PG...   'Oh! It was just a dream', I thought with my eyes wide open. It was still dark. I fished for my phone. The clock showed 5:19 am. I held my covers tightly. My bad dream was still haunting me. For a moment, I felt some presence next to my bed. 'It must be hallucination', I convinced myself. I closed my eyes. Few seconds passed and I heard some sound. A faint Hiss.   The other day, my roommates told me this. There are times when you dream that you fell from the stairs or some building, hill, etc. It actually means that your soul is in the process of leaving your body while you are in sleep but as soon as you wake up, you body pulls it back. This is the reason you are out of breath and in a state of shock post waking up. Like any other non-believer of ghost stuff, I, too, laughed after listening to this. Since I saw a bad dream, this thought was haunting me.   My eyes were wide open. I was staring at the ceiling, though it wasn't visible. I was c...

Can those eyes staring nowhere give you any explanation of the situation? Maybe it isn't the situation but the past, the pain.. How I wish the deceased could come back. How I long for the tightest hug one could ever give. How I wish I had returned your smile to you...That was the last time I saw you smiling so wide. How I wish I could sit beside you and listen to those stories for which I always made excuses. How I regret not sitting beside you when you sat alone and I was busy on phone. How I wish I had someone to go to when all consider me useless. How I wish to have helped you with the use of computer...You kept on asking me. How I regret being so selfish, stubborn. How I regret not sharing my chocolates with you...Something you were so fond of. How I wish I could be as good as you and win even half the number of people you had. How I wish I had asked your worries instead of giving you so many. It has been almost a year since you left us. How I wish I coul...

Lately, Mayuri is the most convenient conveyance from the Metro Station to where I stay as a paying guest. They are Eco-friendly, battery autos which can be comfortably shared by four people. But you rarely get to see less than 6. So today, lazy as ever, I came out of the station. Welcomed, as always, by the Rickshaw riders who are pretty inquisitive to know if I wish to go to Srcc or Stephens! *Sigh* Well, I ignored and looked for a Mayuri . There were three, all empty. I sat in one, behind the driver seat and waited for it to fill up. I was patient and this is shocking. Maybe, because I was drowsy. A girl walked towards the Mayuri . She was pretty, wore a red shirt, neat eyeliner. Overall, she was attractive. And yes, I love observing girls. She sat in front of me. Then came a guy who sat next to the driver. Then a man with his son, probably, who seemed about four years old. The man sat next to the girl and his son sat next to me. I hope it's clear because it should be. ...

And this line I wrote once, describes me the best, anyday. 'I betray the ones I betray others for.' The trait of selfishness sticks to me unlike the pink enamel paint on my nails. The day when I resolve to hurt no one, is the day I hurt maximum, include me. This phase, I guess, is now my lifestyle's habit. It is cumbersome to stand up everytime. But, isn't that what life is all about?

My heart weeps. Someone who has scored 70 in English is getting English Honors. I scored a 95 and I'm dying to study more of English. But I ain't getting it. Justified? JUSTIFIED??? For the system that prevails, it is. I remember that innocent, chirpy girl of class eight with two neat plaits. Whenever questioned- 'What will you do when you grow up?' Her answer - 'Study English!' Bitter truth, she never knew her dream would shatter in front of her eyes in the next four years. Ask her grandparents, how she went around like nothing is possible without knowing English or going into the depths of poetry or knowing what Shakespeare wrote. She, who compared realities with the stories she read. Narrated those she loved, to everybody she met. And today they call her immature. They say she hasn't seen much of the world and still lives in the world of her fantasies and dreams. Tell them, I surrounded myself with what I read. Because what I read was beautiful. I...

It was 3:37 a.m. She re-checked her phone. Her message was still unseen. A tear rolled down her cheek. It was raining heavily. She could hear the harsh wind and the rain-drops hitting the roof. She went out and let the water prick her skin. It pained. But this pain was overlapping the prior. She lost the count of her tears. She missed the ones she had left behind. She missed the care she used to receive. The pampering. She missed how her carelessness was ignored and she was reciprocated with love. It was that evening that he told her   'We will Skype soon.'   She jumped with excitement. Helped her grandmother with all her work. But time just didn't pass! She went for bath. She bathed for long, sang along. Wore her best. Wore makeup.  She did not take her dinner. She was too excited to eat.  Then, she grabbed her phone. She had a message. ' Lol.   It takes u that long' She replies 'My Wifi is not working. I badly wanna Skype.' Of course! Y...