This Is Not My Story

The trails and hues I talked of;

The shades of grey and the tinges of gold –no more do I see any.

The charm encircling me no more; no more should I search for it either.

The magic is there, better I conceal it; and crush the aureole –for that’s not supposed to happen.

And that shouldn’t happen; for this isn’t my story.

Change the track and switch the path;

However though, neither would help.

Remember I will, always; somewhere on this way, I got lost –and never was found.

So much of mist, so much of haze;

–So much of uncertainty, so much of nothing.

In the wrong time, in the wrong circle; I stand, in the middle of nowhere.

Step back and retrieve, I should; for this is not my story.

Fiction: Wish Fulfilled

......... "Hahah! Oh theres no way I'm ever falling in love!"
 -"Well, when did I say 'falling in love'? I'm talking about experiencing a heart break."
 "There isn't much of a difference to it, or is there?"
 -"Well.. There is."
"Fine then, I want to experience a heart break."
-"No, you don't. Trust me."
"Really? Why not?"
-"Its the most painful experience."
"How much painful?"
-"Beyond your imagination."
"Really?"
-"Really."
"Cool. I still want to experience a heart break."
-"Think before you make a wish, silly!"
"Haha, Oh come on! I'm gonna experience a heart break only when I'll be in a relationship, and theres no way I'm ever going in a relationship."
-"Its not about being in a relationship, its about being in love."
"And I'm never falling in love, like I said."
-"You never know. You can't be sure."
"Haha, nah. I'm more than just sure. Thats never happening.."

And here I am. My wish fulfilled.

Fiction: Deceptive She Is

I was sitting in the pleasant lobby, which didn’t seem pleasant to me –not now anyway. The internal dilemma was never ceased, continuously poking my tear glands; tough battle was going on when she came up to me. That typical mocking smile of hers,
 'So the coward is sitting here. Hiding herself! You are such a perfect epitome of good-for-nothing.' 

Criticism and mockery is what I’ve got always, and honestly, I've become immune to many things but this! Everytime I get criticized or mocked, it hurts more than ever.

'You are demoralizing me!' My voice shaking, 'I can't.. I just can't..' The battle came to an end and I broke down sobbing.

‘See see! This is what I call a perfect coward! Afraid-of-everything. What are you afraid of I don’t even know!’

'Them! Its them I’m afraid of! What will they say? What will he think? How is she gonna react? No, I’m better off a coward!'  My sobbing fastened. As gradually as I was realizing every word to be absolutely true –my heart was sinking deeper, the pain was getting intense. I was flooded with tears, and my breathing was getting shallow; shallower.

‘Oh ofcourse! Haha, your they are just amazing. See, baby you are! You started with minor deception and look here, how brutally self deceptive you have become!’

'Whats wrong in that? Not knowing is better than –'

‘Are you serious? You don’t know? You really don’t know?! Hahah! Deceptive! This is what I call deceptive. Could you do anything? Anything? I doubt that honey. You just sit here, make your own philosophical theories and weep.’

I got control. A little. Every word of her was hardening me in a soft way, because I was realizing. Realization with a soothing pain. I knew I was being deceptive, and I had my reasons. But here, to this person, I didn’t want to explain anything. All this while, whenever I opened up to people, they failed to understand. They failed to figure out. And theres noway she could understand. The feeling was piercing enough to provoke a whole new tsunami of tears. I sighed, and the tears went back to where they came from.

 'Absolutely.' I answered with severe tolerance.

No more I had the strength to take any more mockery. I was fine with my decision. Never walking up, never accepting. This wasn’t my time, and for the first time in my life, I knew right. For the first time in my life, I was right; or sort of right.

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And standing here, under the open sky, sea before me, the despair crawled up and again occupied my chest..

Sometimes, its better to keep it to yourself, better to hide. Its better to close your eyes.. I know that I should know, but then could I un-know? -No. 

The pain of not knowing is tenderly better than the pain of knowing. Deception is my way of living.

I see nothing before me now and I feel nothing within me now; except the thorny feeling that nobody, nobody could ever know....

The retreating waves in their thrilling voice, whispered to me ‘think no more; just dream, dreamer.’

I sighed.