The Promised Coffee

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Present 

A promise was all that it seemed.  For it was with someone non existent in the present. Yet, it was all that was hers. Rekindled memories appeared with the thought of keeping the promise. It was like a long forgotten kiss felt on the sour lips. The fresh smoke out of the bag hidden somewhere in the past, was inciting her. Somehow it was the date that didn’t let her sleep. It was her favorite month, once again. A fool’s delight was the date tonight. Yet, something told her that he might not take it a miss. What if he skips the deal and later pronounces with those shameless words, ‘O darling. That was a April Fool’s joke’. But she is known to keep her word. And he never did. So she took the chance, for a promised word, they made a decade back.

Ten years back 

A phone call it was all.  Somehow she initiated the conversation by a simple forwarded text she sent him.  But, then somehow they wanted a talk. It has been years since life happened.

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He: Hello.
She: Hi. I wasn’t expecting a phone call.

He: And I was thinking of some coffee.
She: Eh? Sorry?

He: The apology for not meeting and remember I have to return that book.
She: And those change too.

He: O ya *Chuckles*
She: Since when did you start needing excuses?

He: Since you stopped meeting.
*Silence*

She: Anyways, so what is new?
He: Will tell you when we meet.

She: Eh? I thought that was a joke.
He: Nope. O comeon just a coffee. Tomorrow?

She: O Ya Ya. Let us make a deal. Coffee on you. Years on me.
He: Eh?

She: 10 years later. Same date. Same city. Coffee. You and me.
He: Hmmm. And I will still be nothing.

She: My career hasn’t even started. Deal?
He: Deal. 1st April 2013. We meet again.

She: You never asked where and what time?
He: Our place. I am sure it will still exist. And for breakfast?

She: Promise. And then we will talk.
He: But tomorrow?

She: I am just not yet ready.
*Silence*

She: Talk to you later. See you.
He: See you.

It has been five years since she saw him last. Yet, she wasn’t ready. Will life be any different ten years later. She wondered.

Present

Basking in the glory of the present, she realized how he still manages to make her feel miserable. How she was still a vacuum unknown. Everything used to be magical in his presence. Then, she reveled in grief and pain too long.  She never really raised a finger over the wrongs once. And today, something was not really right even in the perfect surrounding. . Maybe, it was waiting for the closure she will be giving herself tonight. She should have done that decade back. But then she wouldn’t not have given herself that seal then. Now she can. After all, tomorrow is another day.

As the sun was out in its glory, she found herself in front of the mirror, trying to look the best. After all, sometimes impressions are all that are yours. So, here she was ready before time and on the way to the place. They called it their place. Sigh. She thought how the memories still pass through you after all these years. Five years of togetherness. Fifteen years apart. Yet, a string strung.

She finally was standing at the edge of that buzzing coffee shop. She still could find a imprint of them stuck to their old corner.

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Feeling the fresh corners of the seat that held them once, she found a comfortable posture to settle down. She was in an anxious mood as to if she did the right thing by being here. What if he didn’t remember. Or what if he choose to forget the promise. Her convoluted mind and confused thoughts were interrupted by a familiar scent and a familiar face. Just some grey hair and a wrinkled lines on a bespectacled face were the new addition. Otherwise, he was still the heart stealer .

He: So you did stop by?
She: Even you did.

He: This city is still my second home. You have gone places.
She: This city will always be my first home. Anyways, how you been?

He: Good. Just a bit old maybe.
She: Still fishing for compliments. Are you?

He: Not at all. Infact, you deserve too many.
She: * chuckles* I am too old for that.

He: Life begins at forty darling. And I must say you have taken quite a good care of your body.
She: So you saying I have finally achieved the perfect figure which I never had back in college. Right?

He:  Transformation from an angel to a diva I say.
She: Stop buttering. We are no longer in college

He: O college. Makes me feel like how long it been. Even the university days were over long back.
She: Fifteen years since we last saw each other.

He: You remember?
She: I do. Though it wasn’t such a great memory.

He: Sigh. I know.
She: So spectacles make you quite serious

He: Now we look bit similar.
She: Hahaha and professional.

He: You do. I am still stuck in the same old routine
She: Sympathy gainer you still are.

He: Not with everyone
She: Ya Ya. So, how is Natasha?

He: * Stares*
She: I know her real name for too long.

He: Sometimes wrong facts are the only option we have.
She: Dishonesty is never right. Only if you were not the coward.

He: I wasn’t. Just the circumstances….
She: O ya. Circumstances make you cheat. Fall in love. Anyways, any kids?

He: Not yet. Actually I am planning to go abroad for a degree.
She: Doctorate isn’t your game darling. And still confused about your life? High time you take control of it.

He: Haha. You still know me quite a bit. I see, You did very well with that part. A writer. You always wrote well.
She: I hardly wrote back then. But then found my calling in it ultimately.

He: Marriage?
She: Who has the time?

He: Don’t do that?
She: Everything isn’t about you, love.

He: You really loved me no? Wish I…
She: Courage is the word. But don’t. For then I would have turned a drop in the ocean. Pain teaches us life. And you never had that around you.

He: You also had the destiny to be so.
She: Yes. Even you did. Just you never saw

He: That is so not…..

Before he could complete the sentence. A horde of fans were surrounding her like devotees. She had no option but to make a move, she finally said:-

” You only wanted artificiality  I only wanted you. But my path was right and yours was wrong. You are still mine in those memories. Fame was bestowed, for I had love. And you have an empty hand. Next time wish with a clean heart “

Tears rolled. He loved, but with conditions. And he finally realized it.. She ultimately found the closure. As she let him go completely.

Love grew in the innocent hearts
Memories were all it left then
They still curse it for the pain
Yet relish it for the desire abound.

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Also Prompted @ 3WW, Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, NaPoWriMo, Theme Thursday, Carry on Tuesday and A-Z Blogging Challenge ( K for Kiss and L for Love)

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Words that Spoke

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I seek inspiration infinite
Berating the black character
Farewell to words I gave once
In the blankness that trapped.

Seasoned is the ink that flows
From the pen lying on desk
They for once take it upon
To rebuke me for all accusations.

The breeze flowing in from panel
Turn those crisp curtains hazy
I hear some mystic happening
Then the letters speak fast.

‘O insensitive human, rise
From the slumber you are
Read me, not just in books
But all around in space.

Bare your heart, and the soul
Let your body dance to music
That comes from the sparrow
Move your curves, flexibly.

Do not argue with me for once
Just feel me in your breath
Lick away the dirt that settles
When all you do is the right.

Be the wrong, be the nude
Passions runs deep within
Why not walk only for desires
Give squint look, to who disagrees.

Late you feel is your fate
But then life is still moving
Click some happiness around
Take the pain all in for smiles.

That tattoo on your body talks sense
Of the time when you lived on terms
You dictated to even the strangers
Now even the waters scares you.

Dive deep into the ocean
Intoxicate your self with vial
Let all that you hide within
Come out, even the hunger.

I am thirsty, like always
For you do injustice, to me
All that you scribble on paper
Is all that is demanded not felt.

Come on, O my dear homo sapien
I need creation from the depth
Soiled in blood, and in lust
Of  hurt, and sorrows .

I want you, traps I detest
Release from your own miseries
So once do not think, at all
Just write, in ink of love”.

Letters danced once again,
As I moved naked on sheets
With words that were mine
Dipped in love of thy.

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Also Prompted @Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, Theme Thursday, 3WW, OSI , One Minute Writer, NaPoWriMo and Poets United,

Creating Time

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Immemorial time speaks
Instant truth belies
As I peek through
An aperture of the past.

Time travel in the hour
When a grave shout miseries
World revolving through
Speaking of ironic beauty.

Religion mocks with the cross
As it exhibits pain there
A hood of freedom in the tears
That fell from the heavens.

A lone sparrow meets a point
Where past meets the future
It traps life in its wings
Even illusion of mistakes.

‘Careful,’ says my instinct
As I step on a harsh reality
Interpreting what is beauty
A hug come as a wind, from history.

I embrace the present, in lights
In fragrances of the nature across
The path shows me a way out
To what I do not even seek.

I lay in the dark, all through
For they teach me mysteries
Choice of the truth, non existent
For there is no wrong, like the right.

 I wander out, in the open skies
A set of wings show the way
To explorations of the senses
For history is still in making.

Also Prompted @Sunday Scribblings, OSI, Inspiration Monday, Trifecta and 3WW.

P.S. The above picture is clicked by yours truly.

A Chef-d’oeuvre

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Scent of the papyrus lured me
Scattered were some letters
Waiting to be weaved once
Into a masterpiece unsung.

A ticket to fame shout head
Flare high the Imaginations
I sit alone in a blank might
Making no sense of empty sheets.

Naked truth are all mine I speak
In the marathon of life
I lost opportunities to think
Not loved my beloved dreams.

Fool you are to feel to write
Says the annoyed head in wonder
I smirk at his foolish thoughts
For head never rhymed for me.

Let me cry for all miseries
In the embroidery I made
Filled puzzles full of convulsions
Unleashed I, with empty alphabets.

Characters make no history
Write O fool, utter head
I scribble not some art
For words are in combat

Cheated them, in hallucinations
To equate  wealth as happiness
In rush to earn and fly high
I blocked all literary quests.

Hiding in all those lies of artificiality
Left alone, with scribbles and some vacuum
Head laughs over the helplessness
I refuse to hear him, one last time.

Hiding my face in some dew
I let out a shout of pain
For the heart could not partake
And like a blast it all came.

I wrote one line of extreme distress
Then one after another came rhythms
Setting me free of all worries
A chef-d’oeuvre was in these hands.

Also prompted @Theme  Thursday, Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, Poets United, Two Shoes Tuesday, OSI and The Sunday Whirl.

A Life to Live

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Resigning to the fate of anonymity she chose solitary confinement in haste. Now, this window is her touch with the world outside. The trees often sing her a song when the breeze plays the flute. The love of the sparrow often make her heart beat in jubilation. There is a stream that flows nearby and sound of the waves often make her yearn. The thread of life is passing by and all she has is some shreds of memories. People outside often wonder, how this illuminated household turned gloomy. Having tasted all that was lovely, sourness saddens her. How this fearless child became an inward is clueless. Her tale is trepidation for many .  But then reality speaks of certain plans that backfired and loneliness befriended her. Situations often embarrasses us, and you wonder if this is destiny. Such thoughts irate her mind and so she  moves more aloft.

However, today she has a decision at hand. A door to open. A smile to give. She is letting the lights to enter her. Inspite of  everything, certain wounds  are her eternal best friends. However, she still has a life to live.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, Inspiration Monday, OSI, Sunday Scribblings, Simply Snickers and The Sunday Whirl.

P.S.  Writing fiction after a while so hope I don’t disappoint my readers 🙂

P.S.S. I had another ending to this story where I ended it this way

“Inspite of everything, crutches are still her best friend”

Which ending do you prefer?