The Silence of My Voice

Hello, everybody! And it's Blogmas Day Five! I had a very quiet day, as it happens. I had a goodly amount of sleep, and spent the entire day with my father, frolicking and laughing - and it was the best day ever! After we returned home, I have also been editing and customising my WordPress blog which I'd started but, sadly, abandoned it for a very long time, as I had this one, as well. My yesterday's conversation wasn't much of one since I quoted the lyrics to some of my all time favourite Gulzar and some other tracks. Since I stopped at wants and needs, and I was in a mood for a bit of fiction. There you go. She peeked from the canyon the inconsistent heights of the books created, and saw him. She adjusted her glasses and yet again, there was a befitting tilt too his amber eyes as he looked for a book. She wondered if he'd pry the tattoos around her ribs in an agnate fashion. He heightened his prying, and her mouth watered from the temptation to taster ...

Hello, everybody! And it's BlogMas Day Four! I had quite the conventional day today, driving around like a taxi-man getting work done. Then, I proceeded onto my friends' flat near the college, to make the site model for our Urban Design - which let me tell you broke my bloody back. You can check on Twitter, I reckon I tweeted a picture of the incomplete state of the model. So, you can check it out there, in case curiosity gets the better of you. It's still incomplete, mind you. My yesterday's conversation was about emotional barter with oneself, and ended about smiling.  For today, I'm going to keep it absolutely simple, and point out some lyrics of my all time favourite songs to you. At night Twisted in a melting fall and sleeping with the scratching claws And your words Let me know you're feeling me and seeing all the things I see दिल की बात न पूछो, दिल तो आता रहेगा, दिल  बहकाता रहा है, दिल बहकाता रहेगा, दिल को तुमने कुछ समझाया होता, ख़ा...

Hello, everybody! And, it's BlogMas Day Three! I had a great, and a slightly eventful day, as it happens. I went to college today to, finally, submit my copies of dissertation. That was the final step, and it' done! It felt good, felt like a load came off. Honestly, having my copies hard bounded and holding them in my hands still felt heavy at some level. But today, they were gone, and it felt like the last insignificantly tiny step to finish all of the dissertation journey happened. Well, I'm glad. My yesterday's conversation ended on about simple things. I'm sure all of us at some point has heard, "Those were simpler, happier times." We really don't let ourselves be a part of our own lives, do we? It's easy to give up, and not love enough or smile enough, or just simply make enough effort. For anything. And it's bloody annoying that I'm stating this again, but, who the hell are we trying to pique? And at what bloody cost? Okay, ...

The hard muscled shoulders were broad in keeping with his height, but it was more the overall virility of the man was so disturbing. And attractive. And definitely scary.  She tried to concentrate, she really did, but she was acutely aware of a hard male thigh against hers, the 5 o'clock stubble on his chin, which accentuated his brand of aggressive masculinity tenfold, and, not least, the bigness of him.  And she was startled back to reality as the conductor shouted out the next stop. Luck, it seemed, had never befriended her. *** It wasn't love that brought his entire brood rushing to his bedside. When his estranged wife, three sons - two legitimate, one bastard - and, yes, even his former daughter-in-law dropped everything at his beck and call, it was not out of devotion but rather sheer disbelief that the man who had launched a financial empire and sculpted their own lives might turn out to be a mere mortal like the rest of them. Time, was no more a friend of his....

Amidst the breathless blabber of shares and finances floating over the massive oak slab, blanketed shamelessly by a traffic of ceramics with mouthwatering, pocket-unfriendly food, he gawped powerlessly toward her face. She had a 50s hairstyle, with her hair mysteriously covering the left side of her face. The opaque ringlets of her frenetic tuft made the coiffure look almost uncouth. Only, it didn't look rude on her - somehow, the lush gloom flowing from her crown flattered the grainy freckles around her nose. He was certain, it was fishy the way she'd styled her hair. He watched her move, table to table, with an insouciance that wasn't, in the least, shoddy. She wasn't beautiful, or pretty; well, not in the literal sense of it. He wanted her to wait at his table, wanted to see her up close. He wanted to notice her freckles, if they crowded just her nose or were they lightly sprinkled all over her face. Unable to tame his resistance any further, he asked for a refill ...

Overly sweet coffee, and the underestimated bland tea, Broken spines of a book, and fallen leaves of the gingery tree, Boisterous silences, and the straining piano notes, Broken phone networks, and prudently hearted notes, Loquacious senses, and sardonic tongues, Unknown ignorances, and methodical glances, Stolen truths, and concealing lies, Surreptitious smiles, and reluctant cries, Starry nights, and tacitly retired drives, Solitary overhauls, and conjoined cautions, Supervised footsteps, and the agreeable wind chimes, Blistering softness, and the disquieting light, Fleeting sheets, and dented bolsters, Desiccated  throats, and clammily sultry bodies, Unkempt love, and the copious confessions, The incessant denials, and the fate's laughter in your face.  Oh, the inevitability of things. Reminiscent, Ak.  

What is really to be free? To be boundless? To fly away, Like Harry on Firebolt, With the free air,  And endless sun, With the inexpensive walks, And the solitude, With chanced meetings,  And forgotten memories, What is it that you give away from yourself, To be free? The hidden, uncaged remains, Of your soul? What is that place in your heart you have, That nobody else does? Everyone always find an excuse, To excuse their life somehow,  Behold, Don't let slip pass that second, When it'll be all you need, To squander your remaining life, The dissipation of selves, Sometimes is all required, To be free. There's a lot of collateral damage your freedom costs. Caged, Ak.