How I met Haseen a Love Story Retold

Month of May is when the harsh cruel summer of Delhi starts unveiling its true colours. Trees don't talk, birds don't fly, squirrels don't dance and men run around to find cover from the fireball. All you can do is to look up helplessly at the glaring white sky and pray the God of rain to bless with some shower. But God likes to play games! It would tease for a little while, sprinkle for few minutes and just when, with the humming of clouds, the hopes will blossom in heart, you find it's all gone! In a blink of the eye every single drop of rain vaporises from the thirsty crust leaving so much anger and humidity behind.

I hate anger and run away from it as far as I can. This time I decided to escape to Home. Now, over the years, bizarre incidents have happened and continue to happen in my train journeys. Sometimes I meet old friends and find out that they have become hippies, sometimes I meet soldiers from Kargil war with breathtaking stories almost choking you with action, excitement, emotion, drama and post war trauma, sometimes there is a criminal in chains travelling by my side with weird habits of praying Goddess Durga and chanting mantras, sometimes I find myself alone with a girl in the compartment and we end up journey without even knowing names and sometimes even people have got shot! So you can imagine that in these journeys I had met all types of people you can possibly hope but then I met someone I would not have thought of even in my dreams. I met Haseen!

Now like every other, well cultured, well mannered mama's boy in our country, I avoid a direct stare at the girls. But then they say that sometimes angels descend from heaven! My eyes were unshakably fixed on her and suddenly I realized that everyone else was staring back at me. I was embarrassed but unusually the train was not crowded and I was ashamed less for my act. But gosh! Could I have helped! Had I ever seen anyone as calm, serene and graceful as her! Apparently I can find my peace even in the most turbulent emotional chaos. And I did as soon as the train started to loco mote. Unlike the still stagnant summer, now the trees started to run, poles approached, rivers passed, bridges howled and just as we ran past the Delhi border, birds started to fly. In the world outside the window there are enough wonders for my amusement. But then darkness comes and everything covers under the night leaving just trail of yellow light bulbs flashing in the distant villages and ghettos. She was sitting opposite me in the long lower berth and occasionally my eyes met hers and I always found her smiling. For some time I thought she's smiling at me and I smiled back. But soon I realized that she is not a sadistic pessimist moron like me but a happy in life person.

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Ghost in my Closet

As the sunsets I get a little afraid,
There is a ghost in my closet my friends said,
She has red eyes and white teeth,
You can never understand what she speaks,
You can never see her face,
It's hidden behind her long hair,
It's always dark in the closet but,
Someone said she is fair,
She comes out only on moonless nights,
Her eyes sparkling like diamond, so bright,
Sometimes I feel I can hear her grin,
When it'll be all silent and tiptoeing I'll walk in,
I fear too much to open its door,
But some way I wanted to know more,
So I decided I'll talk to her,
I go close to my closet and whisper,
Pretty ghost, pretty ghost why do you hide,
Come out and play with me,
Pretty ghost pretty ghost, it's alright,
I'll close my eyes if u don't want me to see,
You can come out I'm just a child,
May be I'm little bit crazy and wild
But don't worry, I won't hurt you,
If u don't come out, I'll come in too.
Pretty ghost pretty ghost, I wont say it again,
Alright you keep hiding there, I'm coming in.

Grey

Sometimes there is a clear picture
At times tears smudge it away,
Sometimes you love too much,
Sometimes hurting is the only way.
When I held your hand,
I knew I'd to let you go,
If you can't stand alone,
I want you to know,
That I'll wait for you...

I was stupid to let it pass,
My feelings day by day,
I wish I should've told you,
What ever I never said.
I didn't find what I was looking for,
I wanted you a little more..
And I could die for you...

Sometimes you don't know the reasons,
At times the only colour is grey,
Sometimes the answers are so simple,
Sometimes goodbye is the only way..
When skies are clouded grey,
If you'll side tears in rain,
And I'll stand with you...

You can't keep chasing wind,
When it has passed,
Like you can't go back in time,
To erase your past,
And I was standing by the door,
Not sure anymore..
But I'll keep loving you....

When you fall in love with Friend

It’s a long journey ahead of you,
It’s not going to be easy, you knew,
You will never want it to end,
And nothing you can do, but pretend !

How is it possible? It’s all you will think,
On the other side, every feeling stinks !
No, it’s not just because it’s a trend...
Just tell me what do you do?
When you fall in love with a friend..

Your smiles are all fake,
Just not to put friendship at stake,
Neither you can express what you feel,
Nor you can be with them, real !
You keep wanting them to hold your hand,
And tell me what do you do?
When you fall in love with a friend...

You try not to lose, any moments together,
Dreaming you can get closer and forever.
Not to lose that lovely friendship,
And win that heart, it’s the trouble,
It all goes like relation of water and bubble.
You keep expecting things would work out,
And spend every day then, having doubt !

It’s easy to fall in love with friends!
And very difficult to be friends then..
Should you express it? Ask yourself!
If not now, if never, then when?
Bet me, you don’t want a life like this,
And you don’t even want it to end !
So just tell me what do you do?
When you fall in love with a friend!!

Living by Illusions

Lots of things in life remain undefined, not because they didn't ever
appear to a man but because we are so consumed by everything else that
we never paid attention to them.

Gaining or loosing its all a process of life.
Many times we are surrounded by people who always protect us on matter
what happens and we never ever get to even know that we have all these
people around us who keep us safe from abusers, from over doing
ourselves, from lot many mistakes that we simply commit without even
feelin a thing. Life is all just too common.

But someday that shield of protection starts to weaken and these
people who were there to protect us give away leaving us open and
vulnerable to a mean and selfish crowd of people. At that time we fail
to understand what exactly is happening to our lives.
We are suddenly so insecure so easily hurt and we get to know that we
are being accused by so many people. We are clueless why the world
around us has fallen apart. And slowly we get to know , nothing is
actually wrong with the world or with us. But the people who were
there around us caring for us are not there anymore.
Life is not just common, but its also amazing by every means. And life
is beautiful. We just don't get to see it the way it is. We don't get
to understand so many phenomena around us because we are consumed by
materialism, fame, greed and our desires which have blinded us all. We
are all living lives encompassed by illusions and we fail to look
beyond them.

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Hate to Love, and Love to Hate.

Yea, its morning, sun is overhead,
But I'm still under my blanket, cozy in bed,
My heart still pains, still can't forget,
Your voice yelling, echoes in my head.

I tell myself, this is last scuffle,
Then I melt like ice, break like bubble,
I hug my pillow and I cry,
My heart is a maim bird, can't fly,
And you are so ignorant,
You won't realize what I'm going through,
To know, I Hate that I love, and I love that I hate you.

You held me in your arms,
Then you crushed me,
I believed you won't leave,
Believed you won't hurt me.
Now alone I know, you left me empty,
Your promises were all lies,
How shallow you can be,
And there is nothing that I can do,
But I Hate that I Love,
And love that I hate you.

I don't need you anymore,
To soothe me of my nightmares,
I'm tired of waiting,
Now I've more of myself, to share, to dare,
And I tried, but just can't forgive you,
So I Hate that I Love, and I Love that I Hate you.

Broken Dreams.

I wrote this poem when I was feeling a bit low some years back.
We all dream about things we wanted in life, and things that we feel
we deserve, but more often either we loose things or we find out that
what we knew and dreamed of where incorrect, impossible, and
irreplaceable..

As a child my imaginations were queer,
What's the world outside I would fear,
In my dreams of blue grass and purple sky,
Things would just float, and hopes would fly.

I grew up to know, I was so wrong,
I grew up to know, dreams do lie.

As a kid, I dreamt of space,
Where stars would be so near,
I'll tie them up with a lace.
That someday I'll grow up and touch the moon,
And all my dreams shattered , soon.

As a teen my fantasies just grew,
But they were all fake, deep down I knew.
When I spent hours gazing fireflies and stars,
I was so sure there is life on mars.
And my Science teacher told it's not true,
I felt betrayed by everyone I knew.
I faced it all, All those writings on the wall,
Every dream that I painted there,
Ended up getting tainted somewhere.

I gathered courage to face it like am adult,
If not this then in which world?

I read too many romantic stories,
That charm, beauty, eternal glory,
I had faith that love does exists,
I didn't know why everyone resists.

But there is so much pain, and heartache,
I realized truth is hard to take.

Its not the world as we always dream of,
And some dreams better be broken.

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Don't Quit

Some 10 years back I came across a beautiful poem in one of the self
help books. I've came across a few other versions of the poems with a
few changes here and there, but the essence of the poem stays with me
in heart. So here I am, sharing it with you.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must but don't quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won, he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow,
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggles has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learnt too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown,
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit,
Its when things seem worst that you must not Quit.
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P.S. There are many people who claim this poem is written by someone they might have known or are related to. I can neither support, verify or deny any of those claims. But the most important part stays as being inspired by the poem and sharing it with people.

Crossroads

Sometimes to success, sometimes to failure,
Sometimes I am, standing in mid of no where.
Sometimes to life, sometimes to death,
Hey! Give me a minute to catch my breath.
These cross roads give a million doubts,
And I've to think what to think about.
Pondering I proceed in an unknown direction,
Unsure if I'll achieve so called perfection.
Roaming all over world around.
Its the crossroads I stand at, I found.
I try to escape somewhere if i can hide,
But a known face appears on every side.
Like me countless people stroll of every kind,
And I've a million dreams, sprouting in my mind.
I sit clueless starring at my clock,
My feeling slowly begin to choke,
Somehow I get up and shout,
God, is there any way out?
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Its when silence speaks.

Sitting in front, gazing each other,
Finding some topics to share together,
If there can be anything to talk,
When you go for a lonely walk.
When the smiles are even lost,
And all the words then will exhaust,
Still no change that you would want,
But heart has its growing demands.
There is free flow of love in the air,
When you know for each other you care.
All above when love grows beyond peaks,
You don't have words, when silence speaks.
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Immaterial World

Their words have kept me stun,
They can break hearts for fun,
Even then they think of earning fame,
When playing these materialistic games.
She comes to me with modest love,
A witch dressed in princess's glove,
She keeps fondling my timid body,
Sometimes nervous, sometimes naughty.
She says She's different to me but She's not,
She has been much like others a lot.
She keeps thinking someday it'll pay,
Her way to materialistic games all day.
I try to keep myself on hold,
She is hands full of love in every fold,
She is pretty, and she is bold,
But her heart frozen, ice and cold.
Today I see a girn on her face,
Starring me, in my darkest space,
Still feeling these things get admired.
And we all live with our material desires.
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Solitude

I enjoy my solitude but,
I never pray for it,
I love company of my friends,
But I'm never content.

My life is just passing through reality,
I know, but never hoped I'll see this all,
I wish I could grow up fast,
But then, I begged God, let me be a child.

I know a few things are not possible yet,
I pray for them daily before bed,
If I could be honest for a while,
My Lord, I know you want the best for me.

And I let myself suffer this life,
Letting the doubt grow in me.
My wishes won't be granted, I feel,
But I make them everyday before my meal.

I let fall these tears from my eyes,
Hoping that I never cried,
I know it's too late to realize my mistake,
But tomorrow when I get up,
I want the world to be mine..

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