And he kept waiting for 8pm…….!!!!!

Their journey was like the world of magic and magical rides.

There was anger, there was friendship,

There was insecurity along with love rush.

Love stories are great during it’s initial stage , but there has to be an end for new beginnings.

And same was the case in their scenario, a new start of their married life .

All the polished love, concerns, actually faded away but there was still the old school love left between them .

The day seems long & exhausting, as time comes closer to 8pm, it washed over him this sense of relief, that he’ll get to see her face soon.

Life is complicated, but her smile isn’t. And when it’s her , opening the door when he rings the doorbell of their house, he don’t want to ever give up on their bond.

She had a tiring day too, it was evident on her face but her smile says she was happy to see him too. Today’s exhausted kiss, different from their first passionate kiss that exhausted them, this is a more meaningful one & oh Lord! He was grateful for this one.

They freshen up. As He walks out of the shower , she smiles as she lay out the plates for dinner. Her smile says she felt blessed!

How is it that she haven’t gotten tired of him yet? She looked homely, in her loose black pajamas and a loose old green tee, her face clean of any makeup, this is wonderful, her simplicity.

Dinner, it was his turn to cook. She pretend to feel sorry for him but her mischievous smile gives it away, it says she was relieved too. Sitting on the couch, watching him cook, she say I’m a sight to devour, & it was funny because she didn’t wait for a response, she doze off, looking all cute, bundled up in the corner. An hour later He place the food on the centre table, He holds her close and she sigh peacefully, how is a person ever going to get tired of this bond, the comfort when she cuddle into him. She opens her eyes slowly with a smile and settle down for dinner.

They spoke over dinner, about their day and every other thing under the sky. she suddenly recalls the days when she has to lie at home for late night dinner dates with him and they kept smiling thinking about their journey so far.

Resting against her embrace, her fingers work magic into his head, those tiny pecks she drop on his forehead, she was a cure to a hectic day!

She holds his hand & they head to the bedroom, He was exhausted, He lie down, and she said, this is the best time of the day. She grin sheepishly. That impatience with which she switches off the lights & let just a bed side lamp stay lit, she undo her hair, throw a blanket over them and doze off smiling with her clumsy charm!

He grins when he hear her snore softly. He can’t wait for it to be 8pm tomorrow, already.

And their old school love survived another day with loads of memories to discuss later 😍

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Love for solitude in crowded room, the irony!!

I hear you, you know. The wide stare of your soul, the way this breeze overwhelms you, your teary eyes when you argue with someone, your contradictory happy smile, or at times your fake smile just to ease out situation, the goosebumps over your skin, your aura’s shine.

People say you are too emotional, maybe people say you overreact, but I know it’s a boon and a curse to feel a bit too much, and at time nothing at all.

When the little things done in your way makes you feel satisfied, or the early morning shower, those ironed clothes, and how can I forget when you’re satisfied with “Your look” for the day. Yes, it makes you feel prim, a knowing smile or an acquaintance on the street, I hope you continue to acknowledge it all.

People often say it’s the tiny things that matter, but scoff at you for appreciating them, I hope that as much as their grin breaks you, I hope you know you’re more lucky than you know.

Do you know, if you notice, nature only opens up to people like us. And by us, I mean you and me, the ones who live and not just barely breathe. And by that, I don’t mean picture perfect moments, rather, the moments you guard fiercely in your heart, people you don’t talk about, eyes that you play peek a boo with, or the songs you know every lyric too from the start.

By us I mean the people who love to dance, even the ones who’d rather prefer to watch it from a distance, or the kind who don’t care how they are dancing, all they do is dance it out.

“Us” are the people who confuse themselves, by their love for solitude in crowded rooms, the irony. The kind who remember the fragrance of the rain, the one who remembers all the statement and make sure to discuss it at right time. The kind of person who at times gets psyched about certain situation but decides to smile and let it go. The ones who waves at strangers and confuse them or the ones who drops every possible things on their white clothes and looks like a messed up soul.

You say the breeze tells you not to leave this town and maybe that is one of the reason you’re not ready to go through any major changes.

And am I not right in saying that I know, like me, you too wouldn’t board the flight headed home, if the breeze were to blow just a bit stronger as if to say, “My dear, you’re already home.”

And you decide to remain in your confused solitude state and search for answers .🤫

 

 

 

 

 

Mixed Emotions : 25Years!!

We all hate growing old, yet we celebrate our birthdays!!

I realised this fact on completing 25 years of my life.

But there was something different this year, the rush and excitement for “My Day” was reduced.

It’s not that I was not happy, but all I could do was smile at midnight and said to myself, “Here you go girl, happy 25th!”

Somewhere I felt that distributing chocolates during school days and going out for dinner with family gave more joy to my soul rather than partying with my friends at some bar.

Things “were” different and things “are” different, still the journey continues.

And in between all this chaos, I felt Life’s got to give us some good apples along with the rotten ones, right, maybe for balance?

For the first time, I was not bothered about my social media posts or how many wishes did I receive?

For the first time, I didn’t go for my birthday shopping.

And also, for the first time, I felt little more responsible for my life and I tried setting up a goal.

It’s not like I didn’t enjoy, but this year I did what made me happy and away from the thought that “what would others think?”

Few might tag it as a “boring birthday” or with some other fancy phrase.

And I would say, they have all the rights to put across their opinions.

All I know is it won’t affect me.

Yes, it might be a bold statement but to be honest , end of the day it’s my day and I have all rights to celebrate it .

So, here I go, 25 years old, who is trying to set a plan to lead my life and be determined about it.

Another ordinary girl who is trying to live a carefree, bold and beautiful life on her own terms and conditions.

Yes, 25th year do contains mixed emotions!!

Still can’t decide to be extremely happy or should stay focused and bit more mature!!

All I could say for now is , “Happy birthday To Me!!”

Here’s to better Me,

Here’s to Happy Me,

And of course, here’s to Bold & Beautiful Me!!

So What?

So what if she travels solo,
Maybe the society should break the stereotype mentality and let her grow.

So what if she chooses the single life,
She pays her own bills and does not want to be someone’s wife.

So what if she has lost her virginity before getting married,
If you have any problem, maybe your soul should be buried.

So what if she hates the colour pink,
Her choices don’t affect your life. Stop and Think.

So what if she can’t cook,
Her life is amazing the way it is, take a closer look.

So what if she likes partying,
Freaks who judge her character should change the way they think.

So what if she chooses not to wear lipstick,
Amongst her many wonderful traits, is that what you’re seriously going to pick?

So what if she has more guy friends,
I don’t understand, why declaring her a slut has become a trend?

So what if she is a little extra on the girth,
Her waist size has got nothing to do with her worth.

So what if she has achieved promotion before you,
Learn to respect her hardwork instead of spreading nasty rumours without any reality clue.

So what if her dress is short or shows some skin,
Let’s not point fingers and first search, within.

In today’s world, she is not asking for a competition, about who is better,
Treat her like a companion with respect, that’s the only thing which matters.

Be You !

Ever Wondered, WHY?

Time is a strange thing,
When you’re waiting for something good to happen,
It can feel like time is dragging on.
But when you want it to slow down,
It goes by in the blink of an eye.
The odd part is time isn’t real.
It’s a concept imagined by scientists,
Based on the imperfect movement of the earth around the sun.
So why do we put so much importance on something that’s just a theory?
Because it’s all we have!
There’s never enough time.
We are always busy with work, life, family and fear of death.
Something always cuts our time short.
So our best bet is to make the most of the time we have.
Or
Make up for lost time.
But sometimes If we’re really lucky,
Time stands still.
Hence, Rustedleaveswriter suggests, ignore the tic tock of a clock and live each moment happily and wisely.
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Rusted Leaves Writer 🙂

SHE = HERSELF !

At times you’re misunderstood ,

And it ends everything!

She want to leave, she wants to stay,
Confused and struggling to find a way.

She is happy, she is sad,
Wondering if current phase of her life is good or bad.

She is frustrated, she is cranky,
At times she acts ok, otherwise she gets angry.

She is loved, she is hated,
But her life has become complicated.

She is adamant, she is unsure,
Hoping to get a permanent cure.

She thought she was in love, she realised she is still in love,
But the great silence is maintained all above .

She loves few, she hates many,
she gets confused and scary.

She is stuck with memories,
She needs to move on from old stories.

She has become a mess,
With a shattered heart and soul which needs rest.

She laughs in a group,
Alone she cries in a loop.

She has become a dreamer,
But there was a time when she was a achiever.

She is considered as jolly, she is considered as fake,
All she can do is stay focused and wait.

She is strong, she is broken,
She decided to leave few things left unspoken.

She is appreciated, she is cursed,
She tries to bend her thoughts and merge.

Maybe she needs time to heal,
As she has lot of things on her plate to deal.

For few she was a depressed soul,
And for others she was a girl who fights for things which are out of her control.

Few thought she betrayed them,
And they acted like they don’t give a damn.

Finally she was tired giving explanation to all,
Because she knew she cannot overcome this fall.

Her trust was broken,
She received life lessons as token.

So there she is,
At times happy,
At times cranky,
Searching for broken pieces.
Because she is tired of circumstances and twist of Mr.Fate in her life.

Thus, she decided to try to be HERSELF and think of HERSELF.

Something Just Like This..(Contd…)

I pick up my pen again,
Trying to forget all the pain.

Admiring the nature beauty,
Cheers to pain and to tragedies that dances through me.

Travelling across to change mindset,
Wondering about the people I met.

Trip with thoughts and soul,
Trippy songs and crossing Toll.

Living each day with shattered mind,
Waiting for heart and soul to bind.

Climbing up the hill top to enjoy the serene view,
Struggling to stop thinking about few.

Desires left me heartbroken,
Wishes were left unspoken.

Standing alone in the chilly weather,
Eating Maggie and thinking what’s needs to be done further.

Such kind of journey might sound lonely,
But at times you can enjoy your company only.

Here’s to the empty roads,Lonely journey with a soul to explode

Here’s to the beautiful rain,
Time to move on from hidden pain.

Here’s to the long drive, Wondering why these memories are still alive.

Sitting with a cup of tea on a cliff,
Singing song something just like this!

Let It Go!

And sometimes,
What we want is exactly what we need.
But, sometimes….
What we need is a new plan.

Never thought, Finding a new plan will be so Tough…..!!

Having cup of tea alone at serene rooftop,
Tears rolled down her cheeks drop by drop.

There were no reasons to be defined,
Stuck between decisions followed by heart and mind.

Upset about so many things,
Scared to know what Mr.Fate might bring.

Trying hard each day to cheer up,
Maybe the wounds are deeply stuck.

Bruised, Broken and shattered is how she felt,
Still wondering why she let her heart melt?

With each sip of her tea,
She wished all kind of thoughts should be free.

She didn’t feel like discussing with anyone,
Maybe because she was so tired and done.

With the last sip of her tea, she decided to wipe her tears,
Whispers of her thoughts screaming in her mind she could still hear.

Maybe this time she should allow life to go with a flow,
And there are few things which she had to let it go.

The Funny Thing!

Little things happen daily in our life,
At times it makes us happy,At times it hurts sharply like knife.
You never know what’s gonna happen today,

You meet new people and leave others in life’s midway.

Mr.Fate keeps on throwing a daily mystery,

And we keep on dealing them like a history.
We meet smiling sweet faces, with soul of snake,

They try their best to all the lies they make.
We deal with heartbreak , success, fake smiles at same time,

And we sit and think why Karma is punishing us Because of our past crime
Listening others tragic story, we feel like saying, ‘My Friend, I am broken too,’

We just keep drowning, no matter what we try to do.
No words of magic will heal, no painkillers will work,

The ghost and imagination of past , present and future will haunt you, with hint of a smirk.
And then we realise that these funny things will be keep on happening in our life’s,

At times it makes us happy,At times it hurts sharply like knife.