Aberrations ...

I have seen them ...
I have felt them ...
They mean no harm ...
They just want to interact ...
Finish unfinished conversations...
With loved ones...
Yes, I have seen them ...
Aberrations ...
Ghosts as commonly known ...
They are just a minor apparitions from a different realm...
They speak to me via silent vacant eyes ...
Of Loved ones lost ...
Of stories yet to be written ..
Of Songs cut short ...
I believe them ...
I believe in aberrations ...
I believe in the Ghosts ...
They talk to me...
I converse with them ..
A silent cry for help ...
A prayer ...
They are beautiful souls ...
Lost souls.

Teeing off ...

Life becomes ...
One Big game of Golf ...
Teeing off ...
Hitting the ball ...
Either into the Greens ...
Towards the First hole ...
Or putting the ball into a pond nearby ...
Or in a pit of Sand.

I remember seeing them ....
Gulls ... Seagulls ...off the course ...
Next to the Arabian sea...
The Tormenting Sea ...
waves hitting the Rocks on the Shore ...
The Barricades ...
The Balustrade ...
The Clubhouse ...
Fun .... in sea water drenched atmosphere.

The setting Sun behind ...
The mint tea sitting on the white round table ..
With wicker chairs around it.
I remember ...
I remember Teeing off from there.
I remember the Swim ..
The swim in the pool beside the Sea....
The Club Sandwich I tucked into ...
The mint tea to wash it down with.

Yes, I tee'ed off from there ...
Soaring high into the Sky...
Like my favourite character ...
Jonathan Livingstone Sea Gull ...
Bach would have been so inspired.

Yes, I remember Teeing off ...
On wings of an Eagle ...
Soaring high above the Clouds ...
Above the Birds in a flock ....
My World ...
Bright and Beautiful ...
From up above .

Yes, I remember Teeing off the course.

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?