Letter to the guy best friend

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Like after ages, tonight again, I have decided to hide behind the words. So tell me, to rely on those words, which I am writing to you, isn’t this reason enough that you’re my best friend? And, unlike those fabled love tales where my words usually dance, in this letter to let my syllables stumble, isn’t this reason enough that you’re my best friend, and you will hold them somewhere?

So tell me, shall this reason be enough for me to open my heart before you?

Because you see, unlike Love, In our friendship, we have no climaxes, no heights, no moon, no tides. No priorities to be taken, no Heartbeats to be raced. No rains to get wet, No fantasies to full fill. No eternities, no ecstacies. No convergence, thus followed by no intersection. And also, You aren’t my world, and I don’t live in you.

But then, we have got no surface, no shores, no fears, no ends. No moon, but we got all the stars. No Heartbeats, but all the fucking brain cells. No rains, but hurricanes to play. No ecstacies, but the evergreen euphoria. No intersection, and thus followed by no divergence. And also, You are the home, where I don’t live often, but always come back in the end.

So tell me, just because I am not your love, and only your best friend, am I not supposed to miss you much when you are away? Just because I am only your best friend shall I not cry harder when you cry hard? Just because I am only your best friend don’t have I any right to try to grip you harder while you slip faster, from my life? Just because I am only your best friend should i be embarrassed about the fact that I too, sometimes get afraid of being replaced? Just because I am only your best friend does it get awkward to tell that the world seems more beautiful with you, and voided, without you..

So tell me, while I think I might lose you, shall I back off, or shall I call you back once more, with the reason that I am your best friend? Will this reason be enough for you, or will you wait there for the more reasonable love? And- and, will you come back to stay at the pause and never leave my side, again?
Will this reason be enough for you that I am your best friend?

Escape

Sometimes,
When it’s 3am,
& my eyelids are getting heavy,
I Drag myself out of the sleep.
Because even then-
My heart wants to get thrown out
on a piece of paper.
The scribbling sound later made-
pulls me into another dream.

Sometimes,
when there are them,
& I am listening to everyone,
I Drag myself out of the chaos
Because even then-
there are more important voices
waiting to be heard
Inside my head.

Sometimes,
when it’s all okay.
as if it couldn’t have been any better,
I, however, drag myself out of the cheers
Because even then-
There are still some breathes
needed to be taken
in Serenity, in Solitude.

Letter to a Kid

To the three year old,

I am writing this to you with a total grasp on the fact that you aren’t going to give it the slightest shit, at least not till you grow up.

Before I met you, I never knew that separation with you will become so difficult that I will be bound to cry, cry a lot. No, i hadn’t predicted such an intimacy. And now that when you are away a hundred miles or so, I already have started to wish only if i had lived those moments with you, as much as you lived them with me..

Before leaving, I wish, only If i had been more playful with you. Like you, who would cake himself with a lot of mud without slightest hesitation. Only if I had observed your expressions more closely, like the way your eyes would dance with joy on having the thing that you want, like that mischievous smile which would brighten up your face, like you stuttering the letter ‘l’ as ‘n’.., like the milk licking down from your lips to your t-shirt and you giving zero damn about it.

Before leaving, I wish, only if i had learnt to live,much like you. Like you, who would always been busy doing some stuff which grown-ups will find insensible. Like you, who is so innocent to demand and so stubborn to finally posses.Like you, who would show me that every moment has a smell, a taste, a sound.

Before leaving, I wish, only if i had learnt to Love like you. Like pouring heart into a complete stranger.Like the most selfless kind of affection.Beginning from sharing your last piece of candy to ending on crying your heart out loud when I departed, You made Me completely yours.

Love,
Nivedita.

Stephen Hawkins- Bravest Mind of the Era

There are days and people exist, there are decades and few Champs emerge, and then, there are eras and A Legend is born.

“Stephen William Hawkins”- is the name of such a Legend who possessed both- an extraordinary mind and a fatal motor neurone disease, which occur to a single body in a million. And despite of discriminating, he welcomed both of it, the good and the bad, the boon and the curse. And when the 21 year youngster made his choice between the toughest life and a peaceful death, the world was ready to take its first lesson.

And then, there was never looking back. Beginning from getting nicknamed ‘Einstein’ in school days, he became Lucasian professor of mathematics at cambridge, which was the position once held by Sir Issac Newton. While developing the most revolutionary theories of modern cosmology and all the mind boggling stuff, he became the most celebrated Physicist on earth. Unlike most of the other scientists, he didn’t took science and philosophy as two entirely different perspectives, but united them; he never kept his work to himself, but constantly communicated. Disabled to talk, he best explained the origin of universe to the world, even if it became possible only with the movement of a barely single muscle of the right cheek.

But no, he wasn’t always right. Whether it was the conflict with Peter Higgs about the existence of boson particle, or, the divorce with love Jane about the existence of God, he made his mistakes. But then, he was a human. A human who was to die young, but became an author, an actor, and a space traveller. A human who learnt and taught, who Fought and won, and who was not a whiner, but a warrior, a hero, and a Legend!

Soldier

Soldier, why are you fighting for her?
She has scars, she is corrupted,
You can have a better crush..
Don’t you know, or,
You just don’t understand?

Don’t you feel?
Don’t you miss?
Out there the life is so easy..
Too much fun, & 4G Internet
also, chilling air is not like a blade,
I wonder,
thing inside on the left of your chest,
Has that too became icy?

Tell me, Soldier
Why are you fighting for her?

Okay, I agree your bravery is cool,
and that unbreakable courage is unseen..
But why?
You find Just some badges satisfactory?
This is so, so fool..
you could have been so popular,
you even could have driven all the rovers..

And, here, they bring your body,
Wrapped in a tricolour..
Your mom is faint
Your family is crying..
Soldier, Why were you fighting for her?

But shit, no, just not them,
millions are in tears..
Whole of the nation is mourning..
too much pain, too much pride
your life was splendid
And so is your end!

Soldier, I know why you were fighting for her..
Because, because-
unlike so many of us,
You were Her True Successor!”