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Fallen traps

Twenty two months...since I know her... a woman who became more than a friend to me. We met through a social site...where she posted some of her pics. The more I scrolled her profile...the more I got interested in her. At was just out of curiosity... a new prey she was to me...and I wanted to trap her without any failure.This is the advantage of social sites...the victim never knows ...which information has led to her fall... there are clever ways to know how to go into that... likes ... books ... movies ... groups ... places visited ...things liked which fall in a particular sad songs, etc. I had mastered this art since the beginning days of Facebook. And if you take my advice...stalking someone quietly is more advantageous than blowing the trumpet by liking their posts or commenting continuously. But sometimes the predator becomes the prey itself. But my case is different. It all started with a friend request....loz... sounds the title of Ravinde

What if I never get over you...

What if I never get over you... Love is as confusing as hating.... both consume enormous energy . The only thing that differs is the way we express them. After believing for a lifetime that a person can get over someone by hating, I understood that it's never possible.  Even though we move on... we move away from that love, we want to forget, we want never to go through the same again... But ... that person still holds the very spot in our heart, eventhough we ignore... looking through them like they dont exist but the truth is, love cannot be taken back... you cannot unlove them. Hating them is just a mask we put over our own emotions. A mechanism to cope up, to prevent from drowning in that sad wave that we are not with them... What if I dont get closure? There are no closures in love, only divorces in marriages but never closures. There is nothing called closures because we never agree on loving someone for a while... hearts dont work that way.  W

That night...

That night when you appeared; broken! Torn at the window of my room, The melody you played; weeped. On the strings of the harp. That night when I touched, Your heart that oozed blood. That night, when you hugged me tight, Hiding away your tears; unripe. As you teach me each night, To play the strings of harp right. The only melody you taught me, Was of broken hearts and lives. That night when you sung, For your beloved outside. Looking at the stars you recited her name, Like an unfulfilled wish to the stars. As you wrapped your wings around yourself, Embracing her as if a dream stands in eyes. I wished you had loved me the same As you thought of your Aphrodite. But I knew I cannot love an angel A forbidden thing it is to the mankind But I have fallen for you it seems... A broken shattered heart; You. Now I look at the harp untouched, May be you have forgotten about Us. I play the saddest

घर वापसी (भाग -१० और...ज़िन्दगी चलती रही )

भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें  भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें भाग ८ यहां पढें भाग ९ यहां पढ़ें घर वापसी (भाग -१०  और...ज़िन्दगी चलती रही ) मैं बीच सड़क चली जा रही थी... सामने से आती हुई कार, बस...मुझे कुछ नज़र नहीं आया। सब कुछ तो पहले ही लुट चूका था मेरा। वापसी की आस भी अब ख़तम हो चुकी... अब किधर जाऊ ? अम्माजी के यहाँ वापसी का मतलब उन भूखे भेड़ियों का फिर शिकार बन जाऊँ ।  घर बचा ही कहाँ..... मायेका तो शादी पे ही पराया हो गया और ससुराल.... वो तो अब किसी और के हिस

घर-वापसी (भाग - ९ औरत या खिलौना ?)

भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें  भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें भाग ८ यहां पढें घर-वापसी  (भाग - ९ औरत या खिलौना ?) घर आज भी वैसा ही लग रह बाहर से.... जैसा ३ साल पहले था ... गेट  के अंदर वक़्त जैसे उस खुशनुमा मौसम को रोके रखे हुए था , मेरे लगाए हुए गुलाब खिल चुके थे।  उगी हुई घास वैसी ही हरी, जैसी की मेरे वहाँ रहने पर थी.... आँगन में झूला हवा के साथ हिल रहा था, मेरा बेटा अब भी उसी में झूलता होगा। गेट के दाहिने ओर पट्टी पे लिखा इनका नाम जैसे मुझे ही पुकार रहा है। मैं गेट पे खड़ी उन तमाम यादों को याद कर