Hold My Hand

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Madhu Vajpayee, the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications, the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time.

Why is it happening to me?
Why me?
Why are you leaving?
Why are you leaving to live ?
Why are you leaving to love?
Why are you leaving to live in love?
Are you just leaving or leaving me?

Or, Why were you made to leave me?

Why was it designed this way?

Who scripted it?

Why the inevitable separation?

Show me one man...
At least one person
in this entire existence...
Across Universes

Who loves you more than me
Who knows you more than me
Who cares you more than me
Who lives for you more than me

My life was all about you

Your unblemished smiles and happiness

Your ethereal presence and essence

Your innocuous choices and passions

I lived in your beautiful world

I am not letting you go

It is you who has the final say
I am no more me
I have always lived through you

Am boxed in your memories

Intangible and shriek

with crushing inexplicable pain

and torn worn-out neurons 

Come back ! My Dear!
Look at me
Give me a Hug
Hold my hand once
Show me the direction you always wanted us to go
Say loudly and Elatedly,"Papa, Let's Gooooooooooooooo!"
For one last time!

Come back! My Child!
For one last time!
Wipe my tears with your tiny hands
Feed me with you tender hands
Play with me like a princess!

Let me breathe in your lap
Let it be the final one
Let it be eternal
Hold it in your hand
Let it be with you
Let me be with you

Hold our memories
Hold our times
Hold our plays
Hold our mischief
Hold our love
Hold me

**From the last page(Day) of a Father's Diary(life)

-()-

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BeLoved

"... An intuitive desperate cognition with all it's neural schemas and neural patterns, clubbed with unblemished perceptions, crossing pragmatic horizons, beyond elated fantasies, and planes of acute dichotomy, made it's maiden leap to unveil all the vivid stigmas, in a much eccentric helix, gliding along the swarm of unmasked feelings and riding with ecstatic emotions of exuberance, to touch and feel the rarest invisible string of an enigmatic persona, only to realize that the ergodic coordinates of time surpassed his 'let it happen' probable syndrome as the paradigm shift was perpendicular, yet parallel, to the axis of their life ...."
......
...

It doesn't matter to her.

She had her Coffee and left, to be herself.

-()-

Tears-55Fiction

She cried
She cried more
She got tired
She cried again
And again
She cried louder
She has been crying since she shot him dead an hour ago.
She has been crying all these years
He was her father.
She was crying with pain,
looking into her mother's eyes.
Her mother was holding the gun.

More Love

She died...
His soulmate died...
He was in depression...
He wrote a book about their love...

It clicked ...
More prints...
Popularity....
And more....
More choice...
New world...
He met another girl...
Another love 'happened'

He is planning his second book...
About Love...
Again...
New ... And
More...

Lovelie

Long book no face...
Long face no look...
Long look no book..

Long life no you..
Long you no love..
Long love no life..

Long book no look
Long life no love

Long look no face
Long love no you

Live long love life
Long live love life
Live life long love
Love long live life

An Untold Story - Drabble

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

It was 2 in the Midnight.

Charan was in acute depression.

It was been a week since his wife Anjali committed suicide...

His best friend Vincent came to console him and said

"How did this happen?"

" She came to know that i had an affair with my colleague"

 "Is it true?????"

 "Vincent, you know very well about me and the truth "

"Yes, of course, I do"

"But someone had lied to her "

"Who's that??"

"You know him, Vincent"

"Who???"

"It's you "....

........

The next day both were found stabbed to death.

Later, police investigation revealed that Anjali's death was a planned murder

--()--

PS: A drabble is a fiction of exactly 100 words in length.

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May Mother- 77 Fiction

 Note:- 77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words 


                                               May Mother

                Lakshmi had almost spent entire evening, after her working hours,  to select the finest gift , along with a beautiful colorful greeting card, flowery, printed in English, for her mother, for a special day, Mother's day....
The next day she met her mom and wished her with the gift and a bouquet...

As the time lapsed, Lakshmi left the jail with tears in her eyes, mercilessly ignoring her mother's brutal act of  causing dowry death through kitchen fire .....

......

.....

-()-

So.

So. 
It is still a So.
So,
Let it be So....


But,
only for sometime...
Until the So 
makes the way
for another So...
which asks,
" So,  Whats next?"


So,
I am still waiting 
for your So.
a 'So' ,
which can trigger many 'So's
So, So ?


PS : For a Touching stranger

FaceBus-77 Fiction

Note:- 77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words 

                                               FaceBus

Venkat was travelling in 225D which is one of the busiest city bus routes in Hyderabad...
His focus and concentration was more on the beautiful female conductor rather than his destination...
He catches the same bus, daily, exclusively, for her...
He was observing and scrutinizing every minute act of her...
He was eagerly waiting for her and she was nearing him gradually ...
She asked him for ticket and he smiled .....
She too smiled back at her Husband.

 -()-

Framed - 55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 20; the twentieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

... wet roads , fresh streams, bathed trees and tired leaves, virgin rain drops, a beautiful house,  romantic and inviting ambiance, lonely couple, hot coffee, budding love, gushing instincts , drops shying away slowly, touching distance, natural desires, appealing looks, stealing thoughts, bridging silence, audible heart beats ...... but the only disappointment is that this is not a 55 fiction

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Credits

Image - Window Rain Drops by Eric Alder
Courtesy - www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in

Wish

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 12; the twelfth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Karthik was a six year old boy. He was in  the park, which was near to his home, since 2 hours . It was  a summer evening. Few people were walking in the park, few of them were in chatting, few of them were writing and reading, and few of them in yoga. All these things didn't matter to him except the sight of few children of his age playing with balls and colorful balloons, screaming and running here and there, accompanied by their parents. Some kids were relishing ice-cream. It didn't grab his attention. His appetite wanted something else .

He didn't know whether the situation was like,  "I was not  alone  but feeling lonely' or whether, "I was not lonely but feeling alone". Those things were beyond his age's perception. He knew only one thing, pain, not the physical one, but the psychological one, which was quite torturing and pressing for his budding tender age. He hardly knew how to deal it. He didn't even know that it was called pain but it had got reflected in his body language and facial expression.  He also didn't know that he wanted to escape from it. He was just responding instinctively to the new stinging pain.

Karthik was sitting alone lonely on a corner bench in the park, with his face in between his folded legs,  frightened by his parent's fight quarrel last night, with gushing tears rolling streaming down his tender cheeks. The source of the tears was not his eyes, but it was his heart which had been pumping out unknown fear along with gallons of water.   Since few days, the events between his parents had left an indelible impression upon his young and unbearable mind. For his parents, more than the boy, their ego mattered the most. Nothing interested  or excited him, except the only choice, the corner bench in the park. He had preferred only two things, one the compulsive school, and other, the inviting park. He had been regular to the park since a month. The stress had lead him into a malady of depression. He even didn't know what it was to be normal anymore. For him, love and childhood were perpendicular to each other. 

The tears were streaming out
Not knowing the Boy
would cherish his childhood.

It was about to sunset. Mean while, a small girl in a cute white dress came near to him. She stood before him and  raised his chin. Looking into his submerged eyes, she wiped his tears with her tiny tender hands and gave him a chocolate with a cute smile. He didn't respond to her act but his tears had stopped after few minutes . She sat on the same bench beside him with her little hand on his shoulder.  She sat as if she knew what happened with him. They didn't speak anything, not even a single word.  Karthik couldn't realize that he was feeling better at that moment.  It was not the silence but her presence which had made the difference.  After half an hour she gave him a hug and  left him , smiling and waving her hand, along with her small bicycle.  He didn't wave her back but he wished she could stay for some more time. That was the first and last time they have met, but the tears were stopped for that day.

Though Karthik came to the park everyday, the girl was never seen in the park. For few days, he waited for her on the same bench. He wanted back those moments he had spent with that girl. Her absence had added more fuel to his burning aching heart.  As days were passing on, he was gradually habituated and trained his heart to control his tears but his gestures spoke volumes of pain. He had never shared anything with anyone.  There was not much change neither in Karthik's life nor in his parent's life. He neither sat on another bench nor someone sat beside him on that bench. Days were rolling on, pacing with his pricking emotions. The only feel good factor in his life was the bench in the park. 

After 10 years....

 At the age of 16, Karthik was sitting on the same bench controlling his volcano of tears and thumping emotions . The reason was same but the intensity and impact was more.  His father was in prison for murdering his mother.  Many words and hands tried to console his emotion,  but all in vain. None can make him normal as he was never normal. The only person who  had  that potential was the small girl he had met in his childhood . Nothing can replace her for him.  Nothing was silent in his life in the last ten years. Nothing had resonated his infliction.  His academic grades were just on the borders

Karthik shifted to his grandmother's place now . Nothing had changed for him. Though his life was budging, it was filled with her nimble thoughts daily. He wanted the girl, not desperately, but essentially. He was still in her waiting,  so much so that waiting was no more a waiting for him. He never categorized his relationship with her, but he waited. Waiting had become his living, along with the bench. No theory or philosophy could not convince him to stop the irrational waiting.  After few months, he had  lost everything. His bench in the park was no more.  The municipality had  demolished the park to build a commercial building.  Life was void for him. He had stopped going to parks. In-fact, he had stopped relating himself with things or persons.  All these years of his pain, his complex feelings got cemented into  a strong and only wish of his life - to meet the girl.  Strangely, he never wished to have good parents. He wished almost nothing.
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.........
.........


After few months,

Karthik was standing in the balcony, glinting at the sunset, with a  bunch of unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts streaming in his mind.  

The sun had set to rise at some park in another place of the world. Many tears on tender cheeks across the world were still finding  their ways to evaporate by the heat of pains. There were unanswered questions too. Through out his life he could not find two things . First was the girl's name . Second was the fact that when she was wiping his tears, ten years ago, she had wiped her tears too ......  

And, he never knew that she had a similar wish too.

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Flavours!

Cold Winters...
in hinters
waking up at 4.30 am is really sweet...
but sleeping again with a hug of thick blanket is sweeter...
The sweetest thing to happen for ever is if it is a Sunday.

Scorching hot summer...
Standing since an hour
In a City bus wait
Hungry and angry appetite

Packed, tilted bus
Foot board Hangers
but still am into bus
Its drenching sweat
but still its sweet

In between the heat
I got a window seat
Isn't it sweeter?
Oh! Yes, am luckier

In between the journey
I got the Honey
Offering my seat
to an Old man's wait
Isn't it sweetest?
Oh ! Yes, more than Honey


Romantic Rains... 

Meeting a childhood friend, after years, is elatedly sweet.....
If it happens to be a girl, it is graciously sweeter.....
And if both exchange the rings in the next rainy, then its still sweeter.....
But, the SWEETEST honey can be, if they could remain as friends forever and ever.


In all seasons...
with all reasons....

Getting a job in a MNC, as a fresher, is a giga sweet...
Being offered an onsite opportunity is a bit tera sweeter.....
But, leaving the job in search of career, passions and dreams is the Uber Sweetest byte.


My 4ever Wish...

Having an elder sister is quite sweet......
Being gifted a bicycle by her is quaint sweeter.....
Sculpting her name on my bicycle, with pride and love , is the sweetest....
But parting with her coz of her marriage is damn hard......no its harder.......no no no...... its the HARDEST.

Chweet Secret...

Kissing a gal is curiously sweet...
If she kisses me back, its enormously sweeter...
But if her age is 3, nothing else can be deliciously Cho CHwEEeeeEetTesTt

" Happy UGADI "

Flavours

Cold Winters....
in hinters

waking up at 4.30 am is really sweet...
but sleeping again with a hug of thick blanket is sweeter...
The sweetest thing to happen for ever is if it is a Sunday.


Scorching hot summer......
Standing since an hour
In a City bus wait
Hungry and angry appetite

Packed, tilted bus
Foot board Hangers
but still am into bus
Its drenching sweat
but still its sweet

In between the heat
I got a window seat
Isn't its sweeter?
Oh! Yes, am luckier

In between the journey
I got the Honey
Offering my seat
to an Old man's wait
Isn't it sweetest?
Oh ! Yes, more than Honey


Romantic Rains.....

Meeting a childhood friend, after years, is elatedly sweet.....
If it happens to be a girl, it is graciously sweeter.....
And if both exchange the rings in the next rainy, then its still sweeter.....
But, the SWEETEST honey can be, if they could remain as friends forever and ever.


In all seasons....
with all reasons....

Getting a job in a MNC, as a fresher, is a giga sweet...
Being offered an onsite opportunity is a bit tera sweeter.....
But, leaving the job in search of career, passions and dreams is the Uber Sweetest byte.


My 4ever Wish.....

Having an elder sister is quite sweet......
Being gifted a bicycle by her is quaint sweeter.....
Sculpting her name on my bicycle, with pride and love , is the sweetest....
But parting with her coz of her marriage is damn hard......no its harder.......no no no...... its the HARDEST.


Chweet Secret...

Kissing a gal is curiously sweet...
If she kisses me back, its enormously sweeter...
But if her age is 3, nothing else can be deliciously Cho CHwEEeeeEETesT.

First Love

Hi Karthik !!! Hope you are doing great in your life and career and you did receive my mail in your smiles. Yeah! I mean it because i like when you smile . In fact it was your smile with which you met me when you were in 6th standard. Got me buddy?? Nah ???...... Me, your First Love. Anyways, I remember you, still, in spite of my hell called Life. Do you remember those days when you were deeply passionate and emotionally aroused about me and my looks?. I was your only dream and darling then. You spent almost 1 year just staring at me. You did impress me with your gross innocent attention and priority towards me. You were so desperate that nothing else could convince you to be happy other than me. I still remember those enthusiastic young looks. The way you managed to get me at any cost really impressed me. It was not that easy for you to get me. You overcame many hurdles and speed breakers with exuberance to have that ultimate hold on me.

Finally the day came. You won a big war at home to posses me. You got the way cleared. You just came near to me with certain emotional excitement. You had a instinctual glance over me from top to bottom as well as front and back. You were really elated with positive energy in your glittering eyes. It was for the first time you were so close to me and i was excited too. At last you touched my hand gently with warmth. It was still unbelievable for you. It took some seconds for you to realize that it is in reality indeed and not a dream. You were speechless and adjective less. From there started our beautiful journey, all over Mahabubnagar. We left no stone unturned to cover all the major hangouts, ice cream parlors, chat, movies, coffee joints, hillocks, parks, temples, lakes, exhibition, circus, cricket ground and what not. The times when you use to celebrate your hero Sachin's centuries and hum those Rahman's soothing tunes, still create a fragrance of your presence with me . You were so attached to me that you took at most care about me in every possible aspect. Did you remember the day when a thorn pricked my foot and the way you lifted and took me in your hands to get me healed. You use to surprise me with your decorative gifts, though i never insisted. I know they were just add-ons to show your care and love towards me. You were very expressive then. Neither the exams nor the cricket was able to take your attention away from me. The day still flashes in my mind on which you proudly introduced me to your friends with a pinch of exclusiveness and privilege. You were so obsessed and possessive about me that you even refused your friends and brother to have that privileged access to me. You were saturated in my love. I thanked god many times for blessing me with such a wonderful person in my mechanical life with whom i can feel myself. My world was filled with only one thing , You. I thought it was going well with you, forever. But after 4 years , fate conspired the bad phase.

It started when you went to Hyderabad for your Intermediate studies. You left me half-heartedly with a promise of returning soon. It was really a hell for me, but it strengthened our relationship. It got reflected when you came for your home sick holidays. You were excited by seeing me after such a gap. Your sweet hug gave me a sense of security but you seemed little bit matured and determined. I did sense some vibrations, not for me, but for EAMCET. I thought its OK , as career is an important and crucial part of life and of course i am your life. So, i was confident and optimistic about our relationship. In fact , i was happy for your aims and goals and i wish i could contribute my role to it. You went back to your studies. I was in waiting for you like a B.Techie for a software job. You came and went back in a hurry but didn't even bothered to notice me . I thought might be you were focused and concentrated on one thing you wanted. Anyways, by that time, our relationship was at horizon.

The day of Hell came at last. That shocking news still creates vibrations in me. Your brother told me that I am no more into your life and someone else had entered in your life by replacing me. And to my utter shock and surprise , you met her when you were in Hyderabad, and fell in love with her spectacular binding looks. I even heard that, you felt, your Second Love was gorgeous, splendid and was many times better than me in all aspects. It seemed that she was more convenient to your requirements and had got undivided attention from you. It was not a war, it was a battle you won, to get her. You broke the mirror of promises and love. At least, you could have told me what went wrong with me. Was your problem with me or with us or no problem at all.??. Might be i should understand that only uncertainty is certain. May be this is called as life and i have to move on. But i came to know that you were the happiest person in the Universe when you got her. You went for her because she was fast and cooperative as well as friendly enough, though she demands high maintenance you really never bothered about that. Whenever i use to hear that you were in vacation with her in a nearby picnic spot, i use to feel the pain of dejection and soon i was in the malady of depression which gradually effected my health. I know i am a bit conventional, slow and simple. I know very well that i really don't have that oomph factor and hot appeal which she has . But buddy......... what could i say and how could i express my agony and pain. The torture of being neglected was unbearable but i didn't had choice either.

I am not jealous about your love but i do miss you a bunch because no one can ever replace you for me, though, anything can replace me for you, easily. I was noticing every event happening in your life, wishing for your happiness and growth, but you really never bothered to ask at least whats happening with me. May be because you know better than me that Change is the Law of Nature and hence you just moved on with your requirements and priorities. Your college days were over and you were placed in a fancy corporate. May be your commercialized, materialistic and consumerist mindset want a new corporate girl too. Who knows?. You need a symbol for your numerical growth. I know i am a bit sarcastic but it came from my wounded and desperate heart. Not to my surprise, it happened one day, as i expected. Its your Third Love. Yeah, a new flashy corporate girl did enter your luxurious life in which you hesitate even to take my name in front of your new friends . All my sympathies to your second girl in your life. I neither can pronounce the adjectives with which your brother has described your new girl's features nor i am eligible even to talk about her. But somewhere i whole heartedly feel happy that you have reached great heights and i was part of it at least for some years if not for life time.

To be frank enough i am still desperate to have your cute smile and warm touch. You love me or You love me not, but i do love you . Now i am living with a only hope , somewhere in my wounded heart, that one fine day you will realize that i was once part of your life and try to spend at least few moments, if not hours, in my lap, at least as a childhood friend , if not as my love. Because I do always cherish the moments of being your First Love. Hmmm....... Keep rocking the way you are heading in your paced life. Have smiles and fun with your objectiveness love life .Finally, though i know that one shouldn't ask for love, care and concern from others, i am desperate in asking you to meet me this February 14 out of your busy lofty celebrations, not because its a Valentine's Day, but its my Birthday, may be my last Birthday, who knows?. If it is not possible for you, at least try to search for me in your childhood database for those tender moments you had spent with me. Anyways, do take care dear . Miss u a bunch, forever, and ever. Truly yours, your childhood pal, in everlasting waiting ............
By the way, do you remember my name? No?.........Anyways , my name is Hero Ranger........your bicycle and First Love.