Saturday, May 22, 2010

A Fiction Buster

THE LAST WORD

We were friends from the very prime age, as if from the sperm itself. And we were so intimate that we used to share feelings, everything and even bed. The only thing that separated us was our private organs. But, to the rest we are even now very much the same as past. And now it has become twenty one years and we both have finished our graduation. As our discipline was same we both used to read separate but interact together and our duration of interaction was more than our studies. That was a great fun. I liked er and of course she also liked me. We used to talk about other partners and joke or try to do the same with each other but it wasn't possible to love each other because we did not felt like that.
It was the first week of December, and we used to go toa stadium for jogging. And on Sunday when were jogging she said,"Hey, I could not walk any longer; see my legs' going crazy." But I, I just gigged and ran further ignoring what she was saying. And after a while presuming my sense I turned to her but she was already fallen in the ground. So, I ran to her but till then she had become stiff and her eyes was about to close; her lips were stumbling heavily and nose inflating. I could notice only her face and than instead of her I felt as if I was in pathetic condition. My eyes could not stop tears rolling heavily as if there was an ocean behind it. I could not judge what to do and my mind went short circuiting. within seconds I called an ambulance, than her father. She was already fainted until we reached the emergency ward of the hospital. It was really late. I didn't know when my best friend stop breathing, when was the last breath exhaled. And before a while in such a short span of time she once said to me- "Jeev I'll miss you, I love you....." to which I just nodded and took my sight away for emergency as I was also trembling.
But I realize now that it was not a part of a joke we used to crack and say I love you to each other, in fact, that was a reality which she burst from her delightful heart and from her last breath-the last voice-THE LAST WORD........
I could not close my ears before fainting when some one near me with white dress spoke out softly........."SORRY, SHE IS DEAD".........................................

Creations of the Diary

''I Miss You''
I was reading her psychology
She was opening herself to me
Yea.. I too was exposing myself to her
And we were communicating ourselves to and from the heart

When we came to the end
She wrote "I miss you"
My romanticism toll to extremity
But I remained calm and silent

In fact, I found myself
Hidden in critical thinking
"I miss you" What is that?
I actually analyzed what she wrote

"Hey dear, had I been dead
Or untouched
Or undone
Or uncommunicated, exiled and away

You would miss me
You would remember my nature
My character,
My way of conduct and all

But I am alive
Inside the heart
I am pounding, just to make you alive
So hey, just treasure me when I am here for you

Never ever write 'I miss you'
I like you, I love you
And if you respond the same to me
Just write, 'I treasure your life'

"ITS FINE DEAR"

Creations of the diary.........

She laughs;
And I dare to look at her
She gets annoyed
And I willingly smile at her

I probably keep on watching at her
If she keeps on changing herself
When she laughs
And when she gets annoyed

While we keep on expressing ourselves
I keep going against her will
And she dares me; she hates me unwillingly
So I keep on smiling to persuade her

I wonder how she expresses herself
How pleasantly she laughs
Though hiding, I keep on viewing her moves
And howz the nature! So calm for me, If she'ld be with me forever........