Unwritten Story ...

A Story that began ...
I had all the purpose and the script was ready...
But, then I decided to Shelve it ...
Bad decision...
Now, all gone ..
Squandered away with time ...
Hurt feelings ...
Like shards of glass on the floor ...
And, I tread upon this ..
Painful ...
Experiencing pain ...
An ache I can't tell.
Yes, I realize it pained you ...
It pained me too...
It still pains me ...
The dull ache ..
The sleepless nights ...
All there ...
Screaming away ...
I am bereft of a smile even ...
I axed my own foot.
An unwritten story ..
Ended before it began.

Teri Baatein hi sunaaney aaye ...

Iss dil mein armaan badey hein...
Par tamanna ka kya hai ...
Kuch haasil nahiho jo ...
Teri baatein hi toh ...
Sunaaney aaye hain.

Bahut socha ...
Bahut fikraa kiye ...
Par jo dil tadpaa ...
Ki aansoon humne hi diye ...
Toh ehsaas ne zhakjhor diya...
Tumhe apni baatein hi toh ...
Sunaaney aaye hein.

Jo dil mein khot hota...
Toh tujhe kuch naa batetey ...
Par dil hai ...
Toot kar bhi bataa hi diya ..
Jaantey hein galat kiya ...
Par inkaar toh naa kiya...
Apni baatein hi toh bataney aye hein..
Tujhse teri baatein hi baataney aaye hein.

I chose to Tell him the Truth ...

Yes,  I could have been Happy today.
A false joy ...A false life ...
A false identity ....
I coul have been so happy in a false Love today.

Yet, I chose to invite aches in my Life ...
This time round ...
I killed my Love ...
I murdered it with the spade of Truth ...
Hammered into a person...
Nonchalant and uncaring.

I could have carried on with ....
Sweet nothings and enjoyed his selfless Love...
I chose to Tell him the Truth...
That did me in ...
That left me in pain ...
That set our love on fire.

There is no guilt here...
Coz' I chose to Tell him the Truth.

I chose death of our Love ...
Over lies and dishonesty.
My Fault I chose to be the martyr ...
My fault I chose death of our Love.

It could have been a great Friendship ...
I chose anonymity over his anger...
I chose diktats of my personal being ...
I heard him....
I chose him...
Am all alone and he with the World he created.

Am happy he is happy without me ...
Am glad he laughs and smiles..
Am Sad ...
I am not there with him ..
Nor he with me.
I chose this Destiny....
I could have chosen otherwise ...
I would have been so Happy ...
So Selfish.

I chose Truth over Lies ...
I lost him there.

I chose Solitude and pain over False Joy.

A stony silence ...

What started as a lesson to teach ...
Turned into a sordid tale of love and treachery ...
One, where the tormentor turned a victim...
And, the victim a tormentor.

A tale once again ...
Of Love ....
But Unrequited...
For Truth is hard to digest.

A massive difference in personalities...
Two individuals ....
Yet, a tale of disguise ...
A tale best left untold...
One where Love blossomed eventually...
After a Betrayal ...
That left both bereft of thoughts...
Just a stony silence.

It kills her to watch ...
To see him happy elsewhere ...
She has locked herself in ....
Crying every moment ....
Thinking of him all the time.

She is no more herself ...
All laughter and joy gone ...
Like a Ghost she goes about her day ...
Like a ghost she spends her nights.

She roams the streets of the lane where they met ...
Seeking him everywhere ...
She sees him yet ...
Is unable to touch him....
A stony silence ensues in her life....
A stony woman has she become.

Ground Reality ...

Reality speaks for itself. Makes the fact com slapping you hard on your cheeks. You believe something and something else is the truth.

You in all good faith extend the Olive branch out to thugs and Murderers. What do you get in return? Nothing but a sting.

One doesn't stop being truthful and honest because someone and the majority is Criminal. One shows one's upbringing and just values for the sake of common good.

The Ground Reality is ... Nothing is permanent ... not this mortal being nor the Soul.

We rise from Nothingness to Nothing. Ashes to ashes. The destiny that awaits us >>> Ashes.

Do you recognize him?

This person ... DO YOU RECOGNIZE HIM?

Various Shades of a Con Man as he aptly called himself   :-)

Presenting Ashish Chaudhary aka Chhotey Dauji .... or as you may have it @chaaudhary in Twitter .... What is his truth?

Poles Apart ...

World's apart our lives were ...
We are poles apart in our temperaments too...
I would rather the Twain shall never meet ...
For there shall be an explosion ...
An explosion of not only passion ...
But, also clash of Ideas and Ideals ...
You belong to the common World ...
I reside elsewhere.

Opposites attract but not my cup of tea anymore ...
I would rather have similar minded persona...
Than a mind at loggerheads.

Incongruity is the bane ...
Of relations based on passion alone ...
Nothing comes of it ...
After a certain time ...
When all else fails ...
Two strangers left ...
To deal with each others Demons.

Poles apart we are ...
Poles apart we shall be ...
And, the Twain shall never meet ...
Like the Earth and the Sky ...
Just a horizon ...
Seems as one ...
But, shall never be one.

Social, emotional difference ...
Mental, physical incompatibility ...
How could we ever believe ...
We could be one?
Never ...
We are Poles Apart.

Courage is all it takes ...

It takes a lot of courage to be the One.

The ultimate one to take on all the bashings that the Big Bad World has in store for Mankind.

It has become a habit. A bad habit to really go all out to kick the smartarses out there waiting in a virtual World.

It takes a whole lot of courage to be a single parent and yet be a good example to the whole damn World of purity and jackass smartness.

Leave aside the society; it never was and shall never be a part of my life. I live life on my terms and my terms alone. No one has the reins of my life in their hands. I have worked hard and sacrificed a lot to be where I am today.

It takes a lot to sacrifice your youth to maintain the sacrileges of a bygone era and inculcate the values and principles your foundation stands on to bring up children abandoned by their sire and yet give them the best. To be at the receiving end of a societal abuse for being a single parent and that too a strong single woman.

This society doesn't want a strong woman around who knows her mind and needs. One who doesn't fall back upon shoulders to cry on but carves her own path.

There is a lot at stake. A lot that has gone in to be who I am ... I won't let anyone take credit for the same.
There's a lot that has gone into the making of a personality that all are in awe of ; no Sir... No ways is anyone gonna take the credit for shaping my destiny ... My destiny is yet to come ... It's a journey of a lifetime ... and, the lifetime hasn't ended yet.

Courage is all it takes to be Radhika Nanda ..