An Impossible Escape

I Turned my head away to let go
Completely
Yet your face turned up and showed
Discretely

Run as fast as I could, once more
Faster
Yet once again,you turned up at my door
Disaster

With words framed in riddles and rhymes
Deceiving
Deja-vu of another time
Misleading

Denying this with my whole being
Familiar
This is stranger than where I've been
Peculiar

Throwing darts at the warmth of your heart
Regretfully
Yet not wanting to be apart
Perceivably ......


To be continued

Aaj Toh Saloni Taneja Ka Happy Budday Hai

Saloni Taneja is a real life living doll.

She's absolutely beautiful inside and out.

And today is her Happy Wala Birthday.

 So basically, I have a couple of lucky ladies who are of best friend status in my life (wait, I think that makes me the lucky one), but Saloni is the cherry on top of the very chocolate-y cake. I met her in eight standard and for whatever reason the Universe decided to let me keep her for the next 10 years.  In-spite of the 1 and a half odd years of school, class and annoying classes we shared together, our friendship took deep deep roots at some point between School PTM. Math scores. Girl trouble. Boy trouble. Other girls boy troubles and other boys-girl troubles. Fiasco's. Rebellions and generally going bananas over a plethora of silly things, a handful of  serious shit and random intermediary dramatic stuff 
 In-spite of moving out of the city 8 years ago, there is something almost celestial about us where we take up where we left off every single time we meet up, years later sometimes.

In high school, before the selfie concept took over the greater part of the world, she was one of the pioneers of photo-phillism, trying to sneak in a photo of us wherever we met, At her place. At my place. At the general stores, walking on the road. With a then-photo-spaz like myself, she would try to talk/scold/sulk/mope me into taking a snapshot of us together. Then of course as I grew up, I discovered the pleasures of Narcissism and went all out Marilyn Monroe as far as posing is concerned wherein photo-ops is one of the perfunctory activities we indulge ourselves in whenever we meet up.

Saloni baloney Taneja.
I am in the city for your Birthday probably the first time in 8 years and I gotta tell you Chick, I am stinking excited about this one 

Happy Happy Budday my love.Here's to all the good, the bad, the ugly and the fugly we have witnessed together :)
See you in few hours to Celebrate!

THEN

3 years back I think. When we got inducted into the batch of selfie-dom class of 2011.

Him and Her

HIM : *stares*

HER: Oh. YOU.
          *turns and walks away*


HIM:    STOP! Please?


HER:   No. Not again.
           
             

HIM : Gimme One second!
            *Follows Her*

HER : DON’T!
          You don’t get your say anymore.  
           Not.a.word. Please. Go.

HIM:  At least listen to me once.

HER:

NO. You listen to me!
*Stops and turns*
When I met you last , I poured my heart out on a piece of paper. A childish gesture one may say. With scrawls and doodles all over. But those silly rhyming words spoke a million syllables.Of how much I like you. How much I liked you in-spite of you being such a gigantic pain in the ass. If you were a better or a smarter man you would have seen that and told me something. Anything! But I will never know because you never said a word.   Who knows if you read the doodl-y bits like you were meant to.  Who knows if you understood the star and the galaxy reference. At-least I for one will never know. Thanks to you NEVER getting back to me on that. Thank you for just walking away without out so much as a word.. And now after months, hell years, if you think I will listen to your excuses just because you randomly turn up and FINALLY choose to treat me as a person who can be spoken to, then you are in for a huge disappointment. Just like I was, because since that day a year ago, I have conjured up a hundred scenarios with a hundred and one endings and right about now even though I am curious as to which way this is going, I am gonna pass because inspite of how big in sadism and mockery you are, when it comes to expressing anything along the lines of liking somebody, you SUCK! And quite honestly I don’t have the patience nor the anticipation anymore.
You have crossed the statue of limitations of walking away and you don’t have that luxury anymore  because I AM WALKING AWAY and..and...

HIM : .......I love you.
                *turns and walks away *