A story..unfinished, untitled!

‘Angry waves, beating against the shores, in agitation and repulsion, they carry with them a fierce sense of destruction!’

 Vamika stood by the side of an old wooden rocking chair, bending towards one of the sides of the window, she kept on staring at the magnificent scene that lay stretched in front of her beautiful oriental eyes.  The blazing sun, shining and reflecting its power over the sparkling green water of the sea, the huge stretch of golden sand with palm trees around, and a bunch of local kids playing at a distant, “How pleasant all of it seems,” thought Vamika, “how perfect can this life get? Its like living in God’s own personal paradise, Oh! I desire nothing more, but how totally ecstatic all this bliss could have been, had it been just him and I, together, forever, only if the love was to be realized, only if this paradise was not devoid of the passionate, crimsoned streaks of love; this would only have been better than the Eden itself.” And while such thoughts crossed her mind, a sparkling drop of tear trickled down her flushed cheek, it stopped for a while at the beautiful meandering protrusion of her pink lips and finally slipped down to her little chin. “I will not think about him anymore, it adds to my misery, Oh! Was I ever so miserable before? No, and I shan't be anymore!” and thinking this, she took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, took a scarf that lay beside her and walked out of the front door.

As she went out and exposed herself to the brightness of the sun, her smooth skin glistened and glowed, her honey colored eyes looked wild and exotic , her light auburn twirling curls were loosely tied in a bun and rebelled to fall on her ivory white shoulders. Vamika kept strolling near the sea shore, observing her surroundings and curiously watching the tourists who were happily basking in the sun, all this amused her and there her pink lips twirled into a half smile. After a while she sat beneath a palm tree, the heat and the humidity had exhausted her. Vamika sat reclining against the bark of a palm tree, she took off her scarf and let her hair fall, the sweet scent of jasmine in the air, the subtle chirping of birds around her and the vast expanse of sea in front of her made her subsume in a trance like state, she then, let her tiny feet sink into the hot, golden sand and closed her eyes for a while....

                                                                                ....to be continued!

Girl

Whom do you think 
Is an uptown girl? 
The one with a perfect smile 
Or the one loaded with pearls? 
Should she be a pure beauty 
Or a lady poised and smart? 
Oh! how can you judge her 
Without listening to her heart? 

What do you expect 
out of your uptown girl? 
To guard her precious chastity 
Or to swing it loose in a whirl? 
What is in to classify her 
On grounds, feeble and lame? 
Its true that disrespecting her 
Can bring you doom and shame. 

Oh! why do you hope 
That your uptown chick, 
is there to worship you 
and to give your boots a lick? 
Why do you think 
she has no feelings and no heart 
and that in this wide world, 
she's got to play no part? 

And if she's not an uptown 
but a plain and simple country dame, 
Would you then mock her simplicity, 
causing her misery, hurt and shame? 
How simply can you disown her 
Shaking her off, like a withered feather? 
Leaving her all hapless and alone 
Out to fight the turbulent weather. 

A girl is just a girl, 
whether country or uptown, 
she keeps all her secrets buried, 
lying unsaid deep and down. 
Love her, you feel her 
deep in your body, flesh and veins 
And her love is build upon 
nothing that is profane, 
if you want to win her 
then let your spirit touch her soul 
and thou shall finally behold her, 
getting one with you as a whole!

Who Am I?

While I stood in front of a mirror, The figure that I beheld, asked me then, "What is it that you see in here?" To which I responded, "I see the one, Who is confident of her desires, Who knows how to distinguish, Between an inferno and a fire." I'm the one, Whom I see in there, A nobody in a lump of nothingness, Or a force prevailing everywhere. I can be everything that you want, I can be anything that will haunt, I make love to the one I love, Fierce as an eagle, and mild as a dove, I’m the whiteness of Peace and Solitude, I’m the redness of Love and Fortitude, I'm the vibrancy of every possible hue.   In me, you’d find darkness, savage and black, A bunch of evilness with some goodness that I lack. I might be a girl, a fun loving female, A devoted Hindu, whose piety will never fail, Call me a wheat-skinned, a Hindustani or an Asian, I’m simply a passionate, patriotic Indian. I’m different, I’m unique, and I’m non-pareil, I’m all that you don’t expect, Hiding underneath a veil, I’m like a bright day and a night that would appall, A hater of none, but a lover to all, I’m a void that is complete in its whole, A child, a lover, a human and a soul.

Inexplicable

How should I explain you,
The sorrow and the helplessness,
Of loving you,
And not being able to,
Do anything about that,
The weirdness of that which is called love,
It has no destination in our case,
It had no start, it has no end,
It just happens, and it did happen,
To you and me,
It just can be cherished, buried deep,
In our heart and soul,
And nothing else can be done,
I hope you know that,
I hope you understand.