Yes, I Do

Checkpoint 1

Scary, being in love &andto be alone

Realisation is hard, the thing has gone....

Indulging myself in daylight dreams,

Still, my night often screams....

New meetings are interesting, I also had one

Day was brighter, full of sun...

It was not easy, at first scolded hard,

Nothing significant happened, my heart was taken apart...

I keep myself quiet where,

Until the time right there..

But sometimes, things can’t be controlled,

Either they are yours or you get trolled...

Who knows, what bring fortune or Alas! Fate

I must had to initiate, Aug 1,2015 was the date...

Atmosphere gone peculiar, unknown pressure was high

I stepped into it without any sigh...

Those fraction of seconds were quite long

However, I couldn’t hold them for more time

Hoped for nothing,

I did good, or committed a crime?

I couldn’t stay there, didn’t even care to hear for a reply

Hey, what the hell/heaven did I try?

My heart burst, the head was fiercely throbbing

But on that day,

My fear of expression was totally dropped.

What happened later in days was unlike general norms

But I knew, a sacred bond between us had burned...

Hahahaaha, I laugh at that incident

Or better I enchant moments

Not for being funny but for being exotic sands...

To get something special,

I still remember the shop where I went

To start my new journey with a lovely Bluish friendship band...

It began with one-sidedness,

Believing, further would not be same

In this course of time,

Precisely I earned a lot of bad fame......

Tumhe dar ni lagta mujhse, baki ladko ki to batti gul ho jati h

(Don’t you fear, other boys get stoned in front of me)

In a bold and courageous tone, she asked

My confident soul, in hindi, responded fast-

Jab irade nek ho to himmat to apne aap aa jati h.

(When intentions are holy, fear gets lost)

These all sweet memories bringing me pleasure in my journey in train,

It would be more joyful if I could enjoy some rain..

Checkpoint 2

Still remember the first dream, I saw of her.

Besides her, predominantly everything was a blur.

Standing along a roadside, alone, together.

Sun had vanished, leaving a bit cool weather.

Something apparently was pleasuring me,

Like the shade to a tired daylight worker,

Undoubtedly, the real source was she.

A small wound in her leg, she stumbled.

Why it happened in my dream, I humbled.

After a relief, we walked across a Mandir (holy place)

Next to it, a beautiful fair,

Running on a very wide space.

We laughed and played there,

Shared a lot of smiles with each other

When she smiles, what I sense-

(The galaxy is showering its grandeur on me....

Rays of the sun on dusk, rising through cold mountains

And flowing with rivers,

Spreading its magnificence, pouring peace into me.)

My soul, to make these moments real and still for lifelong

Wants me to dissolve in her and to belong.

Spicy hunger is quite obvious in fair,

Rushed to one after another, Golgappe (water bowls),

No worry of the tummy, nothing else to care.

After touching several corners of the big place,

Tired bodies started slowing down their pace.

Natural contrast also got enough dark,

We decided to let our cars, park.

Reached to the station, being so late,

Very hardly managed to get the tickets,

Like a bowler struggling hard,

Ends up taking international wickets.

After seated, discussed the moments,

We recently lived,

This all from my memory, can never be skipped.

She put down her head on my shoulder, slept at once,

Making two into one hand,

To me, her hands in my hand works,

As a miraculous healthy band

I kept on looking at her, how much divine she is,

Through the whole journey, the sky to land.

The night did it work well,

Morning rays were ringing the bell

Time to wake up and start my rover

The first dream of her was over.

Hahaha, I again laugh, rather smiles,

Remembering this pretty memory,

Happiest time spent with her,

Though in a dream, I really miss this beautiful story.

Checkpoint 3

I was a guy, maybe bit or more shy

Unable to tell anything directly,

How the hell someone make first try?

Though the band must have expressed

Most of what I wanted

For the sake of outcome, I was apparently,

By myself, little haunted.

When we met the next day, on her hand

I searched for a circular tag,

She didn’t want to show in public

It was in her bag.

In a group of her friends, half a dozen people

I was new,

Although they suggested her not to return the thing I gave,

Knowing my intentions were beyond of friendship,

They assumed it a trait,

Would it be a positive reply,

Chances were very few.

All the times, the situation would become ridiculous

Didn’t know, how to go and talk to her.

Whenever she appeared before me,

My voice, under throat noiselessly,

Similar like that of frog could only speak, Tur-Tur.

It took a few days, felt like years

To collect enough dare,

I asked her to meet in the lab, fixed a time

Being not chivalric, missing the chance

Couldn’t go there.

Oh God! I would be punished on this crime.

Denied to talk further, yes, she frowned

I moaned for a minute without any sound

Chided me on my stupidity and carelessness

Instead of happening good, everything splashed.

Now what to do, what to let?

Was it an end of a journey which had not been

Properly started yet?

Would I adore an ‘Arthi’ of my emotions

Launch its funeral, inviting everybody including her

And dance relentlessly forgetting all cautions.

Either I would perform its cremation

Could this all help in my relaxation.

At that point in time,

I had been disappointed very well

How much inferiority surrounded me

Neither properly I nor anybody else can tell.

I lacked confidence

But the intensity of my emotions was strong,

Believing in myself, I wrote a Sorry letter for her,

This time, nothing would go wrong.

Very next day, I found her, Just outside my classroom

Time was about 7:45 am,

She must not be waiting, or yes maybe, for this groom

Looking so beautiful and charming in morning rays,

My heartbeats drastically increased, eyes were zoom.

I put a little weight on her hand

Gently asked to read it till end

(A smiley designated with word ‘Sorry’

Telling, you were much above from me

In all attributes like Dance, mic performance,

Sweetness, charm, personality, and glory.

I could never match your level,

Asking to be good friends so that

We could lead a wonderful story. )

I hoped for its acceptance, she would also tend

Fortunately, not the Colonel, at least

I cleared the stage of Lieutenant.

From the very next day (Saturday),

Navratri, a week holiday, was about to fall

I must have to find a way,

The conversation between us would not haul.

Meanwhile, on social media,

I started looking for her

She was not a frequent user.

Neither any profile photo nor any mutual friend,

No details as well

The task became worse than worse

It was like,

Scrounging for my beloved “Galaxy”

In the infinite universe.

The only help to me,

Knew the correct spelling of her name

Checked the whole timeline of many similar identities

Took a significant time in removing chirality.

At every search, keeping the excitement same

Finally, I finished, winning up the game.

Two photos of her –

Adorned in white knitted jacket and reddish cap

With a phenomenal smile, pic from winters,

Iconic and elegant look in open hairs

And pink/purple designer dress, pic might from summer,

The reason behind, how I found her.

During a search of her, time passed like air

Beyond my focus,

By the evening,

I got the desired coordinates on the locus.

Immediately, I sent her a friend request

Wait zone started till she opens the quest.

The level of my excitement was very high

Gone thoughtless for the whole evening

Relaxed, sipped a cup of saral chai (simple tea).

Couldn’t fall asleep later in the night

Spontaneously, inside me, propagating a fight

Would she accept?

Would she close my chapter, reject?

Remembering today these two years old incidents

Like a short film, running on a colourful screen

Made up of small-small breath fastening moments.

Now, It has been mid-night

Lovely rain is falling on my sight.