The Character

Dear Blog,

This happens every time I read a novel. Authority, command, charm, wit, power, money, fame and charisma. Boom! I am in love! I had to pen this down.

So, I am reading this novel Morningstar by one Erin Pizzey. The male protagonist is named Michael Morningstar and he is a super rich business tycoon with a mysterious air about him. As I passed by the pages, I couldn't stop reacting to every time he was mentioned in any of the paragraphs. I became obsessed and tried to lap up whatever small bit it said about him.

Hence, here I am, writing about him. It's a coincidence, there have been a lot of Michaels in my fictional life. So, dedicated to all of them.

He stared at me through the black and white
He tweaked his face and made his eyes smile
I could sense an aura pushing back at me
The presence overpowering and I could feel it was he
For he did this to me every time I opened the door
To welcome him, greet him, love him and more
I let out a sigh and my lips danced with joy
They couldn't withhold a smile, oh my!
I wish with all my heart the feeling doesn't stop with time
As I turned the pages of the book held in hands of mine
Here's yet another Michael enveloping me with his words
Falling in love with a character; confused if it's a boon or a curse!

There is going to be more soon. Ciao!

Love,
N.

The First Meeting

Hey Bee,

Romantic movies are a thing, aren't they? I totally adore watching them. Obviously I need my share of towels around me, in case I spill my tears onto the bed. Not the point though.

One of my favourite all timers is 'If Only', a very strong and a powerful ground shattering movie. I could watch it any number of times and still go through all the emotions like I would have the very first time.

Romance and love awaken something deep inside of me. It touches my soul and rips my heart apart. Feeling the character has always had a special place and I am not ready to trade it for anything in the world.

So I just had watched this another, very beautiful movie, 'Letters to Juliet' and I had to write this one. It's fresh and pure and has all the nuances of a new love blossoming.

I won't say much and will let you revel in the words below.

I got a message and I saw it was him
I turned the screen off, smiled on a whim
Pushing my fingers on the keyboard in front
I had to finish work, send mails and be done
For I was already late to meet him after long
Put on my new dress and put some make up on
Heart's pace hastened, it shot up like a volleyball
I swallowed and kept it in check, I made it stall
Shutting down the system I grabbed my phone and keys
Furiously typing a message and rushing down was me
Dumping the bag in the storage I inserted the key in the slot
I pressed the start button panting for air and feeling oh so hot
Pushing the speedometer to a mild 60
I thought of his touch, warm and hearty
As I reached the parking lot of the mall
I felt my pocket vibrate, it probably was his call
Securing a place for my bike, I pulled down the side stand
I reached for my cellphone, brushing the hair off my face with my hand
Correcting my make up in the mirror, I dashed to the security check in
I stepped into the security room, opened my bag, to the light so dim
Going up the escalator I could hear my heart pumping so fast
I was going to meet him alone, at last
As I neared the store, I heard my name being called
He was looking dapper in a jacket, smiles and all
A big grin lit my face, to hell with all the make up
Blood rose to my cheeks, blushing was I, I felt his arms circle around me, we were in a big bear hug!

I hope you liked it. Cheers :)

Love,
N

The Questions

Dear Blog,

I am back. Sorry for ignoring you for a little while. But there was a lot of hustling around and a couple of changes happening. Well, I have a new job now and its perfect. I love it. I had my birthday and yes now I am officially 25! That's another story I will be coming back to you in a bit. For now, I just wanna share this small poem I wrote. Hope you'll like it. I am rushing now, it's Monday - Workday tomorrow. Catch ya soon!

I should have said something to you.
When it was the perfect time.
I should have made the first move.
When the moment seemed right.
I should have looked through you.
See you for the person you were.
I should not have believed anything untrue.
And spoil what we had between us.
I should have come to you and questioned you outright.
But I didn't for the rage born blinded me in the sight.
I could have communicated and cleared all doubts.
I didn't think but it was ego this was all about.
It was the idiocy of you and your actions.
You had me believe you if only just for a fraction.
I tried to cross the bridge, trust me I did.
But shame hounded you with fear and guilt.
You ignored me, avoided me, had me question myself.
In the end I saw light, and my soul did I help.
A casual whisper or a slight touch on the face.
Love, lust, care or just an innocent caress?
I am glad I started off with trusting you for you.
There are no regrets now, nothing else left to do.
Events did turn and twist and an evil saga unfolded.
I thank the stars who shone upon me and my gaze they lovingly held.
Its easy to get lost amongst the lustre, you lose track of time.
You become foolish and start thinking everything's mine.
Then, He gives you a gentle nudge, awakens you from your slumber.
And you wake up to a tremor, to see everything crumble.
When you pick the pieces up and try to recollect the puzzle.
It strikes you that its within you, the original answer.
It has always been there, lying ignored for a while now.
It's always the 5 Ws'; Who, Why, Where, When, What and a How!

G'night!

Love forever,
N!

Night Owl

Dear Bloggity Blog,

Pin drop silence. Can you hear the tinkle? The slow-approaching footsteps? The howling of the wind? The dance of the shadows? The feeling in your gut? The increased pace of your heart? The warmth spreading through your body? The hair prickling on your nape? Your jaw muscles tensing? Your controlled breathing? Your dilated pupils? Your sharp gaze shooting every corner? Your ears straining to hear every beat? Your throat swallowing your fear? Your stomach clenching on the inside? Your body contracting itself? And then finally you hear it. Your conscience speaking to you. Is it love or is it fear? Is it happiness or is it death? Is it wanted or is it rejected? Is it on purpose or is it uncalled for? Is it advisable or is it to be avoided? Is it beneficial or is it harmful? Is it made up or is it real? Is it enjoyable or is it regretful? Is it a stepping stone or is it an obstacle? Is it happening or is it not? Is it right or is it wrong? And in the end if your heart says so, it is right. It is right, ALWAYS.

Just wanted to pen down something. Sometimes its true; being a night owl has its benefits. Although I got to rush now. I will see you soon. G'night.

Love,
N.

There is a reason.

Dear Blog,

Ahhh! It does feel good to be back. Okay, technically I am writing through my cell phone but all the same, it feels wonderful to meet you again.

The past year and a half, I was too busy with the nitty gritties of the 'adult life'. Work, stress, deadlines and pay checks! Amidst all these activities, I lost myself. I worked mechanically; my brain had shut down the creative window. I was all caught up in waking up early, getting ready for work, reaching office, going through the daily motions, listening to my boss shouting, pack up, leave for home, have dinner, check up the social media, sleep; thus establishing a monotonous routine to my life. This grind got to me, daily and one day it had to stop.

But it wasn't easy. There were monthly expenses; EMIs, RDs, Premiums, etc. One decision would be the one affecting all. Income would stop but the expenses would stay. It became hard to survive in that plastic world where there was no place for conscience and guilt, no reward for truth; all it had was cheating, slaving, harbouring interest in personal grudges, insulting, teasing, recognising the one who lied the best......the list goes on.

And one night, while watching TV with my family, it poured all out. Words flowed, emotions shackling me. But they held me, consoled me, let me cry. Everything that was bottled inside came unrestrained. I felt light, felt at peace and I looked at them. They held my hand, showed me through this mess and guided me to a new door. They handed me a tiny key and said, 'Explore the world and find your feet. We believe in you and know you can do wonders. What has happened is in the past. Look forward and succeed in your chosen field. We are always there with you. We love you no matter what.' And there. Those words filled me with fresh determination. I had a vision. I had an aim. I had hope. I would root my feet to the ground that would help me walk on. I have reason to believe, 'Whatever happens, happens for a good reason. You may curse now but undoubtedly will smile later.'

Love,
N.