Who Is He? (Part II)

Dazed by the orange painted sky, 
he stood there - besides the sea.
He stood there thinking -
"Where would life take me?"
......... While he throws stones into the sea;
Creating a ripple effect to see the change he'll be.

His questions are still unanswered.
His dreams are still just 'dreams'.
Nothing's left now, but his mind's poetic streams.

The seasons are changing,
'is emotions are ranging.
The river is flowing into the sea
His thoughts are just being free.
The waves are crashing,
His hopes are dangling.

The answer to who he is, not procured.
His goals in life are still obscured.

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~TheWordedIllustrator

Taken.

Adi was just another normal fourteen year old who lived his life to the fullest. He had a popular image in school because of his 'cool' nature and enjoyed all kinds of sports. Not only that but he also had topped his class many times.
All teenagers of the twenty-first century have cellphones, and Adi was no exception. Adi was a completely normal fourteen year old. WAS.
It was during his Diwali vacations when a tragic incident took place. He was a victim of one of the lucky draw calls. Yes, those worthless scams. He got a call from someone claiming to be from PepsiCo. It was 15:37 when he received the call. He heard the word 'lucky draw' and without any hesitation he immediately disconnected. A few minutes later at 15:42 a call from that number came again. He kept getting calls, repeatedly. He did the right thing by ignoring them. He saved the number as "spam" - a perfectly fitting name, indeed. However, at 15:49, perhaps for the hundredth time the call came in again. He picked it up and played along with the tricks of the supposed PepsiCo employees and in turn humiliated them. The call lasted for twenty-three seconds. He made sure that they wouldn't call back. Such behaviour was not right but it was definitely just. Adi had seen a lot of crime shows and knew that fifteen seconds was enough for a call to be traced to the exact location keeping in mind you have all the right equipment. He thought of it, however the only thing he lacked was such advanced equipment. He let it be; didn't stress his mind further. It was 16:07 when he decided to sit down for a couple of snacks. A stack of Pringles and a can of Coke. He sat down on his bed relaxing as he sipped his drink, stuffing his mouth with the potato-chips. He got up and threw away the empty stack of Pringles and the empty can of Coke and then jumped onto his bed to take a short nap. He was sleeping peacefully until he was disturbed by the continuous ringing of the bell.
It was 17:13 then. He was scared. Why would anyone go berserk ringing the doorbell. "Perhaps it's one of the building brats", said a voice in his head. He hesitantly walked towards the door and opened it. He saw a bearded man, quite muscular. He had a brief eye contact with him. He slammed the door and ran into his room. But the man held the door open and barged into his house with a couple of men who looked as gruff as him. Adi hid himself in the closet of his room. He knew it was pointless and he knew they would eventually get him. A few minutes to himself would do no harm, would it?
The men found him dragged him out, out of his closet. Adi tried to revolt but those men were too tough for him. He let it be. There was nothing he could do but scream. That made no difference either because all the houses on that floor belonged to Adi's father. There was no help for him. His room was in a mess. The chloroform made him dizzy. They got him down the elevator and through the lobby of the building into their van. They zoomed away before anyone could see anything. The watchmen down below were no where to be seen. Within no time, all of a sudden Adi was gone. He was taken. The so called PepsiCo employees avenged their humiliation they received with Adi playing along with their tactics. After that day, Adi was never seen again.

Thankyou?

Blogging adds to another completely different personality that one posesses. If I were to choose between reality and my anonymous blogging life, I'd choose my blogging life. In a reality where everyone is two-faced it's best being unknown. For me, my blog is another world altogether where I can share my 'thoughts' to a numerous other people. And when somebody tells me they like my blog - it makes my day! So, what's the point of this post? Nothing much actually, just felt like blogging and a small thank-you to all my readers and followers. Eventhough I'm 25 views away from 2000 as I write this post I still have 37 followers with 13 posts(excluding this).
Thankyou all :D.
I know I promised pics.. You'll get them soon because my Christmas break is going to start in no time now.
A story coming up within a few days or maybe a few hours. :).

Who Is He?

Life is funny. It sure is. One moment it’s something, the other moment it’s something else. Life’s a blur. Trying to find out who you are – IS essential. Stuck in today’s world where time moves so fast, it does get a bit difficult for people to adjust; adjust to changes.

Lost in the maze of
understanding human emotions,
He lay quiet in the darkness
trying to avoid the world's commotion.

Losing his identity in the race against time,
He came back looking for who he was.
Lost in the maze, he definitely was.

Lost in the world of commotion;
He needed to find the answers -
of who he was surrounded
in the world of blurs.

Nothing seemed clear.
Nothing to him made sense.
His problems - like of an endless sphere,
he wanted it to end.

Like a broken mirror spread onto -
the floor into a million pieces.
All he’s left with is himself being
lost in those many reflections.

The answers still lie scattered
to the question being - who is he?
That hope of it being found,
STILL lies shattered.

'His' Life

Always discouraged.
Always ignored,
yet leads the life of a normal teen.
As into his life sorrows poured.
What he wants to do in life,
he alone knows.
Why should others intervene
as he continues rowing his own boat
It’s a life-time decision
that he has to make,
The choice should be no one’s but his,
Even if not, why should it be fake.
All he wants to do is listen to his heart,
it’s his life, let HIM play smart.

His Cocoon

He's leaving behind,
A world full of sorrow.
He's leaving behind,
A world full of pain.
Wanting to break free,
Wanting to start life afresh
All he wanted was his
Happiness to refresh.
Tired of well, almost everything,
Especially the mind games.
Running away from problems,
"Just leave me alone" he exclaims.
Everything's not the same anymore.
Times change.
People change.
Feelings change, and
A person gets estranged.
Wrapped in a cocoon - he'll be dim
How he metamorphs don't blame him.

Flight E52

This is the second poem I had promised to post..

Still no pics put up. I will soon. Yes I will :D

A Blogger's promise. Anyway, here you go:

He sat by the window,
the window of flight E52.
His seat was by the window,
all he could see was the sky painted blue

"How much more time to land"-
He sat there impatiently waiting,
and there was nothing to do apart from
Clicking pictures and writing.

Five and a half hours,
those were the only things he liked to do.
He was half asleep by the window-bored,
Slept off and woke up when the clouds roared.

He was headed towards Mumbai,
The sun was setting-dark clouds around
It could have rained.
But thank God it didn't

He waited eagerly and heartily
to see
the sea-link amidst the orange-painted sky.

Five and a half hours had gone,
the sky was empty it was dark
No sign of land- still bored, he yawned
yet no sea-link. In the wrong city?
He thought he was.

Descending down,
from the clouds.
Didn’t seem like Mumbai,
fear in his mind grew.

Just going to land,
could see nothing but sand
which surrounded the
long stretch of road.

He was in the wrong city,
definitely he was.
What lay ahead of him,
the answer? Only God has.

That ONE Night

This is a story written by me..

I promise I will add pic(s) to this if I find any suitable.. That implies for the previous one as well.

oh yeah, I have two more poems to upload. I will do it soon I promise :D. Till then all my incognito readers, here you go :D. Ps: I get a lot of Pageviews, but only 31 followers :O.
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It was a stormy night. It had been raining for seven hours. With two hours to go for Valentine's Day, the heartbroken man walked out of the gates of his building, looking for a taxi. With no umbrella over his head and no windcheater covering his body the man had already been soaked to his skin. His teary eyes stared at the ground, while his hand - raised, calling for a taxi. 

After half an hour of waiting, the man finally got a cab. Thirty minutes of waiting was no big thing for him. He had waited a whole year for another memorable Valentine's Day until his date called him and cancelled their plans. For the past five years he had made every Valentine's Day special for that girl. As these thoughts filled his mind, he realized that he had been ignoring the driver's question. "Where would you like to go, Sir?" It was perhaps the fifth time he had asked the man. "Callahan Bridge. Take me there, take your time." That depressed soul ended his sentence with a smile that lasted for less than a second. Throughout the drive to the bridge, the man kept thinking about what had happened. The taxi driver - John and the man started to talk. John had seen tears trickling down the man's face as he adjusted his rear-view mirror. John said to him, "Why are you sad, Sir? Don't like the rains, eh? A slow sad smile crept across the man's face as he looked into the eyes the only thing he could see of the concerned taxi driver. He replied with a sarcastic smile, "Love is a like a mysterious mirage, don't you agree? It traps you in its beautiful illusion but when you're on the brink of reaching it, the beauty of it just seems to disappear. " 

The man explained to John how he had been stood up at the last minute by his date on the eve of Valentine's Day. "Her name's Kylie", he said with a sigh. He described to John, how much he loved her. At one of the frequent halts at the red light, the man opened his wallet and showed John a picture of Kylie. As the man sat behind and looked into the rear-view mirror, he saw for some reason anger in John's eyes. The heavy rain reduced into a light drizzle. It was 11:50pm and they were at the Callahan Bridge. 

The man got out of the cab and walked towards the railing of the bridge, wanting to be engulfed in the dark waters of the sea which roared beneath the bridge. Before doing so, he removed his phone from the pocket of his trousers and realized he had an unread voice-message. He decided to check his voicemail. It was a message from Kylie! While all this was happening, John was sitting in the taxi with the windows rolled down, parked next to the man who stood besides the railing. He played the message on speaker phone. The voice said, "I'm sorry for what I've done, we need to meet tomorrow and forget our differences - Love Kylie." Sitting in the taxi silently waiting for his money, John had heard everything. 

John took out a gun kept in his glove-box, got out of the cab, and walked to the man. "Dear God, it's y-you James", said the man with shock all over his face after seeing John's face completely. John, loaded his gun and shot the man down. A white light flashed in his head. The memories which he adored and hated the most flashed before his eyes. During his last moments he realized that he was the reason why a man in love like him was left broken-hearted on the eve of Valentine's Day five years ago. Yes, Kylie and James were a couple five years ago, till 'the man' came into Kylie's life.

Friendships' Day Fad

This is a bit too late for Friendships day. Also, this happens to be the first BlogPost in which I will actually 'blog'.
Anyway, I'm a person who doesn't actually believe in friendships day. Why celebrate friendship on only one day? It's like a fad. People want their hands full of bands which their 'friends' tied on them. The bands signifies friendship that will last forever. People however miss out the hidden truth. Does that friendship last forever? NO (Sorry to disappoint you). That 'friend' who ever so lovingly tied a band on your hand isn't with you through your tough times. He/she isn't there when you need someone the most. So what exactly is the whole point of having friendships day when the significance, no longer exists?! Well, few friends who do tie the band are there for you. What about the plentiful others? From loving friends they instantly turn into rutheless selfish people.
So, the point of this blog? Celebrate each day as friendships day and show you actually care for your friend rather than being a hyprocrite disguised as a friend on one significant day of the year.
{Thanks Gail, for actually being there :)}