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Just A Confession.

It was unbelievable, they knew each other for decades, since Kindergarten; Yet, Anne couldn’t hold back. She pounded the desk with her feeble fists, hoping to die. Why hadn’t she felt it at the beginning? Guilt. Three months ago she joined an online dating website, not that she was unsatisfied. It was all for fun. Of course she thought, it’s just a dating site, what can possibly go wrong? But now, crystals trickled down her hazel eyes as she took off her Silver ring and examined it. It glinted in her eyes as memories of Alan rolled past her, playing every second of their marriage like a film reel. The marriage was theirs, and would still be theirs, but she blew it up.

Wailing, Anne clutched her silken hair. She’d been in an affair with Jeremy, who, shifted into their locality a few months ago and found Anne on the dating site, not knowing her marital status. Anne gulped, as she extended her quaking fingers towards the laptop, typing down an apology letter to Jeremy, making an excuse, for not being able to meet him anymore. Any excuse would do, Anne thought, all she wanted was to get rid of him. She completely knew that this email would ruin his life, but it was all for the good. It was the only way to repent. She wished, no, rather she hoped and prayed things would be the same with her and Alan, and that’s when it struck her; Alan didn’t know anything.

Not being rude, she wanted to tell the truth to a confidant, and who could it be better than Alan? They were in the same school since Kindergarten, they went to the same high school, and coincidentally, the same university. A whole year younger than Alan, Anne believed she was born for Alan, and Alan alone. But she had never done this to him.

It was then, that the doorbell rung. Anne couldn’t stand, too petrified that she clung on to her chair. Alan entered in, hanging his maroon raincoat on the stand, revealing his jacket of a peculiar-est shade of wood brown. Lifting his fedora hat, he shot a glance at Anne, rolling an umbrella by his finger.

“Hey, sugar.”

Knowing him inside out, Anne still couldn’t tell what her husband would say, let alone feel, after knowing his own wife cheated on him. She had to try it, tell the truth. It wouldn’t hurt, just a fight here and a fight there, nothing harsh, right?

No. Anne was a pessimist.

“Honey.. I needa’ talk about something..”

Anne’s voice trailed off. She started shaking, and almost collapsed when Alan reached for her, catching her in his arms, just like the day they got married. Anne was Hypoglycemic, never the one who could handle stress and anxiety, anxious of leaving her family, anxious now, confronting Alan.

“Anne? How many times have I told you not to take st-”

“Let me speak” Anne replied, barely in her senses, putter her finger on Alan’s lips.

“I need to tell you something.. I- I didn’t mean it.” She stammered. “I DID NOT F*CKING MEAN IT!” Grabbing Alan’s collar, screaming so loud causing the half filled glass beside their dressing table to fall down, breaking into a million reflections of the twain, majestically entwined in a vortex of love.

Swallowing back her tears, she continued, “I just did it to pass my time, 3 months ago, I hid it all along..”

“Anne.. What are you talking about?” Still confused, Alan couldn’t figure out anything, and had an innocent twinkle in his eyes.

“I cheated.. Jeremy.. And today.. I- I broke up with him and I don’t know how to tell this to you so.. So-” And Anne burst into tears. Tears that poured down her eyes like rainfall. Tears composing all the resentment, the silent moments, the conflicts, the jealousy and all that can make one berserk, if not sent to a mental asylum.

“You were afraid to tell me everything, and kept it a secret because you cared for our relationship, and now you regret ever cheating on me and having an affair with Jeremy through that online dating site?” Alan smirked, standing right there, clutching his wife, who apparently stared in disbelief back at him.

“Y-you k-knew this all along?” Anne couldn’t come to convince herself.

“Darling, please erase search history next time, it helps.” Retorting, Alan pulled Anne closer for an embrace.

Anne, too embarrassed, shoved her head in his jacket, chanting “You’re such a rapscallion. Christ, I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..”

Tightening his embrace, Alan whispered in her ear, “No sweat, I loved you anyways.”

Feeling each others breath, taking a silent, rather telepathic oath, to be forever like this.

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Roll The Dice – 14th February ’10

Winter was at its edge as I was watching the flowers bloom in my mom’s garden cum balcony, sipping at green tea while chatting with my friend. She reminded me it was Valentine’s and wanted me to write a poem for her since I hadn’t done so in quite a while.. I agreed, though hurt, I didn’t hold back in penning my exact feelings down ^^

You ask me to write something but what’s the need?
You’ve met who you want and I got what I need.
I got torn and burst and ripped piece by piece,
But I need to fix myself and roll the dice.
I don’t want to see you alone,
So I try to hide my feelings never known,
To you, to him, to anyone I knew.
Not to walk away, but start over anew.
Should I ask again, what’s the need?
When all I did was write for you to read.
I need to fix myself and roll the dice,
To tell you, this really is what I need.

Till Death Do Us Part – 13th September ’09

I don’t know why, but I stopped writing poems for a while.. And then just as sudden as I stopped, I wrote another one :D

As I took your hand in mine,
I felt your palm, soft and trembling,
How could I have convinced, that everything would be fine,
After I found out, that even I was crying,
And as the time advanced, with it’s reputation, ruthless as ever,
Our fears became nightmares, and the time left was short,
So hear me! As death over us, starts to hover,
That I’ll be with you, till death do us part

Deserted Sea – 18th April ’09

Okaay. So I don’t really know why I wrote this one. I know some might think it’s stupid. It’s about a desert who proposes to a sea, but the sea has to depart, so they share dialogues between eachother. lol, nevermind, here it is anyways ^^

The sun had set in the barren land
And a cold mighty wind blew atlast,
But the desert stood, majestic and grand
With the sea, that was brimming and vast,


“Yesterday is history, whats gone is gone,
Waves rise and fall magnificently,
When the sun emerges, stats a new dawn
And the darkness crawls away silently,
My wish is that we never part
And remain under the solitary horizon, merrily,
It’s yours forever, my heart”
Uttered the desert romantically,


“Oh! What has thy seen in me
That urged thou to talk about me so gracefully,
Tell, What can I do for thee”
Articulated the sea atlast
“My value is none, let me be,
I’m just a basin, one that is vast,
It’s clearly what you see”


“Don’t have upon yourself, cast
A curse, and live life in pain,
I hath seen, that no one has,
Alive, deceased or slain
In the world’s mass,
So I praise thy glamour,
Let us rest under one sky
And let me ask you a favour”


“I thank thee, to praise me in such beauty
But, I fear I may have to soon leave,
As a sea, travelling, its my duty
Sticks and stones, in my currents, I heave”


The Sea, left, with its waves crushing
And The Desert, was left gloomy,
Slowly, the sea disappeared, past the shores brushing
The Desert thought, how things change chronologically,
Nevertheless, the sun blazed, and stood upright
And winds had stopped and ceased,
The heat scorched the surface with might
But, slowly, the temperature decreased
The land got a blanket of snow,
And as the time passed by,
The land transformed, gracefully but slow
Until it was named, The Antarctica

Thy Grace – 6th April ’09

Okay, so don’t tell me why does it take so long to update a Blog, believe me, you don’t wanna know -.-

I used to hate poems. Hated that Shakespearean poetry :P. So, one day, in grade eight English class, our teacher was taking names of some students from other class who were participating in a poetry competition. She was one of them. Not the teacher, She. I was just flickering with my mind, thinking that I didn’t know she loved poetry, and decided to give a shot. Took a pencil, tore a paper from journal and scribbled what I felt. Nerves are controlled by the brain, but what I wrote, it was what my heart commanded me to. Looked at it and it was awesome. Completed in just 40 minutes on 6th April of 2009. Here it is ^^

Take a look at me and tell me I am fine
For the very last moment and the very last time,
Why did it take hours for me to say hi
But took you a second to say good bye,
The world revolves and rotates around
But, here I stand, with the wind I am drowned,
Oh what has thy grace done to me
From my confinement, please set me free,
I wrote this entirely for thee
To understand my feelings, and see,
Hang me, crucify me or stab me
But remember, only you can heal me