Tale Of Three Sinister Diaries!

Dear Diary, Back here I am again. And then someone told me to describe him in words. People are always curious when a writer don’t define names, places, times, and straight forwardly puts out details which are feelings. And for me he can’t be described in words. Least I could try being only good at writing but I won’t because no writings could ever define or justify him. Someplace sometime we both were in same situations and we did what we had to except one difference that he was truly in love and I wasn’t.  That is the only prevalent dissimilarity of his which can’t ever be justified or can be acceptable by normal people. May be I like his company because he is not normal. The most striking part was his honesty which his eyes replicate. Is it too soon for me that I am thinking to write him a letter? I don’t want him to haunt with memories which are still bright in his heart. May be yes it is too soon to write him a letter but the worst part that dreads me is myself. I know I wou...

 Dear Diary, I was writing about him and he entered house! Thinking about him always brings a strange blush and smile on my face which is almost unexpected to be restrained or removed. Shifting to a new place and having tonnes of memories which can’t ever be forgotten. I even accidentally smile in front of anyone when his name comes up in conversation and that to why I don’t know! Oops that phrase “I don’t know!” is to be said when we are together in public and cant kiss each other. I am sleep deprived and yet am so damn tempted to draft every minute detail we have created together so pristine and carelessly! Nope there is nothing perfect in this story and yet everything is so damn perfect when we are together. Meeting him was fate I guess and I am forced to believe in destiny even. We met at the strange point in my life. When there was everything upside down along with my reverberating mind about my career. I am amazed at myself how come I even went to meet a boy who ...

It rained the first time I saw you, That rose bloomed the second you turned and look back, The first rain drop on my lips the moment You smiled, I fell in love with You once again,  the time you look into my eyes saying, “I still have feelings for You!”

She always had detested departures. She hated them because it was one of the most difficult and complicated thing for her. She was awkward with her byes; rather she opted for abrupt closures. The each defined departure of her life was profoundly imprinted on her heart. The eternal hopes in eyes of someone to met or see her again haunted her gravely.

Her silence was disturbing him. She wasn’t his to be saved yet he wanted to protect her from whole cruel world and agonies. He inclined that even once he could read what was going on inside that maintained calm mind. To him she had been a total mystical book which has been read only till one page. Further turning pages were out of question as the first page itself has been completely full of puzzles. The only hope he had was his care which could do some delightful changes in her. Does he even want to change her? She was devastatingly perfect in her own way. Her chirruping has been at end because of reasons and he knew no one including him could justify end of it or sort it out except herself. He left time to define those reasons and decided not to ask her. He never knew he had been committing a mistake which could ever be reversed.

He placed that wavy moist curl behind her ear gazing directly into her eyes. She stared back with the same intensity encouraging him to accomplish what he had on his mind. Her captive glance was vigorously intimate. Holding his feelings back was impossible as those fluttering eyelashes appeared to have a fall and rise. Tracing his fingerprints across her face he sealed his lips with hers. A magical feel claimed superiority on all his senses. His senses were too baffled to be retrieved so soon, all he was left with was bewilderment and blissfulness. She was there just to be absolutely his. He again gazed upon her eyes for confirmation. All he was conveyed was beyond any expectation. He again led his fingers to her lips realizing it was reality and no delusion. A faint smile arose on her lips like she heard exact words he has been thinking of. She snuggled in his arms which feared him that she might hear his raising heartbeats. Her fingers trailed across his forehead and she watched hi...

Her only companions of tonight were rain and those gracious tears. Picking up her stole she went to the balcony draping herself to prevent from that cold piercing breeze. Her mind was still busy analyzing the results of dream she woke up from. The strange part was very first time it was a dream rather than the usual nightmares. She had reverie of that stranger, who made her always smile. She was trying to put the pieces together of whatever she remembered. The influence was so dominant that even her hallucinations surrendered unfurling the dream in front of her open eyes. The first thing she felt was his eyes on her. They reflected her pain in them. Lightning brought her back to present and that vision dissolved in the screen of rain. She tried hard to fell asleep but the moment she closed her eyes she felt she was been watched continuously. His eyes had million shades each conveyed what he wanted for her, them. Decoding those shades would raise the undefined cyclone, which would eit...

She was astonished realizing how blissful they looked together. Her fingertips traced across the prints, and memories came alive. Their smiles reflected in each other’s. She wondered at facts how the moments can be captured in single click and keep reviving the veins with happiness forever whenever you look at them. How easily a photograph retain those twinkles in eyes, smiles never fading, never altering moments, disheveled perfections, sparkling colors, joys, pains, embarking start of an adventure, frozen times or end of a wonderful story. She opted for being behind the camera rather being in front but their photographs always tempted her to be in frames with him. She turned around the photograph and smiled at the caption she wrote, “And It Started!” Captioning each photograph with date and time was their favorite thing. She started going through the captions one after another. She finally picked up the ones he had captioned. “Her-Being in one-sided love is worthwhile!” “Intoxicatio...

She was deeply engrossed in reading a novel, for a moment her eyelashes bowed, she all of sudden saw his face which wasn’t vague at all. Though he wasn’t in the room his presence was so prominent all across. She felt his eyes on her with that never ending straight from heart intent gaze as always. It was a momentary lapse she lost her all attention to thinking about him prolonging it to beyond times. These feelings were new to her. She had never been addicted to company of anyone rather than books. Infatuations or cravings for particular person or thing never had been her fixation. Cherishing and missing memories was the thing she pursued instead. She gazed at clock realizing it was past three in morning, and this was totally recent that she was acutely missing him. Before meeting him she always conveyed time was the important factor in deepening bonds, but her theory and perspectives were lost the instant they first connected being in that never ending stunning drizzle. Time had even...

He looked at growing fainter shade of her henna, it resembled just alike as his own existence in her life. Those patterns reminded him, his name on her hands with that dark imprints which they both loved. He missed tinkling of her bangles, which faded along as time was busy ripping them apart. Deep down inside he knew from beginning that no one would ever love him like her. But the definitions of love had already changed for him due to his outrageous past. He seized his feelings trying to erase them never expressing anything in front of her. Amazing part was even though she knew and felt the same way, he was sure she won’t pursue or out speak a word to him. She would let him go and always pray for his happiness never demanding him to be hers. He knew the day she will leave each color of his life will go along with her with which they painted such beautiful endless memories. Her departure would leave a void which won’t ever be filled by anyone, and though he was ready to let her go. Th...

Her bed was full of crumpled pages strewed everywhere. Every implement she used for inscribing seemed inadequate to situate her feelings this whole night. Her attempts with phrases were futile, her words were failing her. She stood up to empty the ash tray and poured herself a resolute amount of vodka. It was morning 7:38; her eyes were still devoid of sleep. Her body ached along with her mind as she was sitting in the same position for more than 9 hours. The story’s abrupt closure was bothering her. If it not had been about him, she might have even ended it on rushed conclusion. She was constantly being unsuccessful to do justice as it was throbbing to even write single word about him. She picked up her diaries and those inscriptions again came alive. The haziness increased with the quantity of vodka in her system. All she saw was few petals of dead rose, unaddressed letters, small notes, different colors, her scattered feelings and a bit of realization that the story had no ending. ...

As soon as he opened the door for her, his friends surrounded her lifting her up. They were finally glad to see her back by his side; she was the only hope of theirs to save him. His brother stood at last waiting for her to approach him, he kissed her forehead on her very first word of her”Brother!” He was standing aside watching her as she owned the room to hers. That was her, heartbeat of his every night, day, his every work, his every party, his happiness, his tears, she was his everything. She never belonged to him and he was still hers. She finally had agreed to meet him after exactly, 3 months and 20 nights. He knew whatever way he tried hiding his red swollen eyes she would be aware of those anyway. No one ever understood him better than her. She knew him beyond his own soul. Rhythm of her footsteps was still the same; the only thing was her heart has changed. It had no place for him like the times before. The only place his eyes stopped were at her lips; they had a deep bli...

She glanced at her bruises; they were same the cuts from broken glass just like the night of 12 th march 2014. Her eyelashes started getting damp, looking at the blood of hers on his hands. He was sitting along with those worried expressions, shouting for water holding her ankle. And suddenly she heard him sobbing like a child grasping his favorite broken toy. Even with moist eyes she smiled at irony of her thoughts. She was also once his favorite toy with whom he fell in love with after smashing her completely. He was struggling hard to stop the blood, which was spread all along the floor. Her calmness was disturbing. Not a stifled snivel left her lips, not even when he poured raw alcohol on her wounds. It seemed like she already knew from before that this was gonna happen, whenever they met after that night. It was always her blood and his hands. 

She was paradoxical tune which ran along his veins, harmony of his heartbeats, never ending song on his lips, a beautiful composition of his eyes. He loved the way her fingers left those imprints on the sands of time, that delicate fragrance she wore, that coffee she made at 3 a.m., her dancing in rains, the way she sang along with him, her continuous fiddling with that diamond ring, the way she looked cavernously in his eyes, her playing fingers in his hairs, the way she tantalizing hold those flimsy butterflies, the way she allured by her eyes, her thinking with the modes, her fingernails leaving red marks, her nibbling on his neck, her defying tone with arguments, stubborn attitude of always listening to heart, the way she amplified his heartbeats, rhythm of her footsteps beside, her entangled fingers in his, the way she left small notes all over the room, her sparkling colorful love letters, intensity of her impacts on him, folding her pelts into a pony, her playing around with e...

Refining the thoughts she had for first time, reviewing them, analyzing them, had always been hard for her. It was the most difficult thing which bothered her. She never mixed her heart and mind they had their own mutual understanding and she always chose her heart for first thoughts. But this time in his matter she was forced to think otherwise. Her second thoughts only conveyed a dead end. Being with him was something beyond magical; it was divine. The battle between her heart and mind has been going through endless nights. Each time she wrote him she felt she was being reasons of his pains and nightmares. Being in his life, piling up the more problems to his own ones. Guilty she was just even being present in his life. If it had been someone else, she might had ended even at that very second she started having second thoughts. But! This but has been harassing her from the very first day she met him. Those transparent barriers she surrounded herself have been invaded by him already....

Falling for someone and muttering those three words is one of the most common things our generation has swiftly accepted. The journey from “I love you” too eventually “I hate you” doesn’t have much distance between them. According to me, Love is beyond souls. Accepting the person in every of his/her forms, and never trying to change them according to your needs or expectations. Theoretically we talk about sacrifices, but when it comes to practicality we become a bit of selfish thinking about us first. Nothing is wrong in that, sacrifices always aren’t worth anyway in this era. Love is when hearts combine into one, the pieces of tricky puzzle which fits together. The submersion of two subconscious minds, eventually wants the journey to have a particular destination. The selfless care and love are often misunderstood to be ones holding same meanings. It is told, if you belong together even destiny can’t change it. That word destiny confuses me, destiny is results of our deeds we do...

The pearly droplets again started making appearances, playing with her eyelashes as she sat down for writing that last letter. There was no appropriate addressing she could think of, she was writing to a total stranger eventually. She never even thought that she might someday have to write to her love’s future love. “Hey Beautiful, You definitely would be having a beautiful heart and that’s the only reason he is falling for you. I am not here to bore you with explanations and situations which ripped us apart, rather just to elucidate my wishes for him which remained incomplete. You might feel sometimes that I still hold onto his whole heart by his behaviour or reactions but gradually he will learn to devote that space to you. It would seem ages to you while this transformation but he will. Lady you are blessed enough that eventually he will fall for you someday being a charm that will never end. Sometimes understanding him would make you feel like you are reading a mystical boo...