|My Archive of Emotions| ~ K! . . - Page 4

Originally posted by: ksg_ritika

nice poem yaar ......

nd congrats on d gallery .....

Originally posted by: -shabnoor-

It's beautiful...wow its actually shocking this is coming from you...hope you know what I mean...the emotions depicted touched my heart n soul.....

truly a soulful poem.

keep writing !

One Shot

I never gave a shit to love, though it was pretty clear that I loved him. This peculiar feeling made way straight from my chest and spread all through my body, it was just a matter of time. Every single second that we spent together felt as though it was routine, had gotten something new altogether, everyday single day.

Life's irony is such that, I never really acknowledged how understanding he was! Wasn't I too good a judge of nature? And if not, I officially lose the only good title I ever fetched in all seventeen years of my life! So yeah, where were we? Him, baby! Oh, right. He could do just about everything with so much ease. He could carry a truck on his back? Yes, of course. Three maximum! *grits teeth*

So, you see, the me that resides somewhere down my throat, making way across the collarbone and somewhere around my heart gives me lots of tough time. I suggest, ignore her as you listen to my rant and rave. Oh well, yes! Nobody knows how from glum to utterly depressed to violently angry I get.

And from doing everything with ease, I did not mean he could carry trucks on his back however, he could carry me and that nearly lies into the category of trucks! He never gave me a chance to look beyond the external aspects of his nature, though we were the best of friends for three years in a row. Lastly, with ease I meant ' he could help me with calculus so easily that for days after I passed, I would worship the grounds he walked on. Genius, but did anybody ever tell him what being modest is?

He'd never thank me for helping him with English notes nor would he ever say sorry after he punched me as hard as I had him, right in the stomach! Did not I always detest being treated like a girl and crossing paths with gentlemen? I did. He'd never ask to drop me to the hostel where I lived; instead he'd push me out the door and slam it on my face. There was this day, the door hit my nose and I walked back, cussing him out too loud and simultaneously laughing contently to have spent so much great time that people on the way thought I was drunk or something.

And then, that idiot had to ring me and ask me if I hadn't gotten upset? Like, can you believe this? Anyhow, it was just him. He'd changed my cell phone's ring tone while I was in the kitchen, taking his bloody pizza out of the oven and the tune was so darn embarrassing. Some language I never heard, the tune sounded animated. I shrugged as people heard the too-loud music that played in my pocket. The phone almost jumped out of pocket, I swear. And the poor cell phone got lost the following day, so it dint have to tolerate the two of them. Only I know how uncompassionate these two were on its nerves!

Take this for an instance, such was our relationship! Grade nine had brought me my most special friend ever, who was a bigger pain in the neck than my own younger brother. So I quite knew since the very beginning that he wasn't just anybody, if he could beat my brother!

He was into giving me a most high-voltage shock, and it always felt the same. The degree of my shocks never increased because he'd help me get immune to the never ending list of traits in him that only would get longer, with every new shock that is. And well, this is why I believe him to be the reason of the long-lost stability in my life which I see running out of my sight yet again. His support to me was so mighty strong that I had gotten immune to every possible hurdle that would ever come my way.

And the best part, I never was and never will be dependent on him. New title, new title! You are the biggest liar in the world! I am of course going to be dependent on all that he taught me, how easy is to just let things be and smile and be capable enough to make your own decisions. And calculus too, your school teacher was a nightmare! Yes, and calculus!

I could bank upon him and never once these three years did I feel the need of another shoulder to cry on or just break free. He'd gotten a control over me, it was like I was caged and bound to be with him. Not that he had me purposely held, it was never anybody but him, who else was I to go to? I would still say I am not dependent on him; he's made me strong beyond imagination. It's just the lack of stability that I fear.

The feeling of being trapped crept up me once again. The baggage that I had been carrying of the melancholy just wouldn't leave me. I had no idea what this sudden outrageous act of life meant! He uplifted his hand and curled his fingers in, gesturing me to approach him. I could have won a marathon with that speed in which I ran and jumped onto him. That was one helluva bone-crushing hug he ever got. Thought, I felt I was molesting that poor fellow! What was he doing with your hair and back then? Well, never mind!

I was sitting right there, biting an apple and reading a book when I heard Warden Jones shout my name out from the office. I jumped off the bench; it was a little high for my feet to touch the ground. I made way into the office to see what the matter was when she told me a friend had left a message and was asking me to see him out the campus. I promised her I would be back before the first lecture started and rushed through the door of her office, out the campus. How irrational!

I know, but I was only being me. For a moment, I felt panicked to death and with constant deep breaths, I composed myself. And there he came running towards me, half naked, with his sipper and T-shirt held in two fists.

"Exercising in the morning," I tried to fake a smile and punched him on the chest.

"Fakester, stop!" he demanded.

"Okay, why did you call me here?" I gave up and shook my head.

"I have been called back home."

Lord, save me! I will give up all my bitchiness and sarcasm but stop this countess of melodrama from telling everybody what she felt like! I own you, bitch. He left you for good! Who's effing good? His and mine! Okay, you got me deviated, please shut up. Okay. Zipped! So, it felt like I was being asked to give up eating chocolates which meant he asked me to stop breathing! Fatso, he dint ask anything! But it felt that way! Be reasonable! I am being reasonable. That one moment is too hard to explain! Don't then. I won't, I can't.

"You have a semester left still, no?" I questioned after I don't know how long.

"I have, but I guess this is all." He said, nodding like he understood what the bitch beneath was telling him. I can't believe she broke down before I did! You said. *in your face*

"I will be completing the next semester somewhere there, I need to google for colleges still open for admission." He sighed.

"Tough?" I asked, absentmindedly.

"I guess so," he replied.

And then he left me with nothing I could take pride in. He sandwiched my hands between his and I shivered. No wonder, shivering happens in reality also, not just movies and novels. Estrogen, progesterone and adrenalin! Yeah, right. To hell with Biology ' what an awful and disgusting subject! Am not quite sure, though if you're right! What's new? Exactly that!

"I will miss you." He said, his words felt intelligibly upon my cold ears.

I was feeling the warmth of his hands for the last time. Days would pass and I wouldn't get to hear his voice even, let alone seeing him and sometime soon, I will be off to my city and once again amongst my people. The thought itself crushed something inside me and pierced several holes of various sizes through my body, I felt so weak I would have fallen on my knees but then I heard something rumble real loud in his chest. His eyes were flat, as I looked into them. Unreadable! Ironically, that was the first and who knows; the last time I could understand what he was feeling. He felt guilty.

I owed him more than that, and the realization made me shudder. I essayed to stand erect, gathering the broken pieces on the inside of me, straightening my back. She dint tell you, he'd held her hands so tight, I could feel the sweat and the hurt clinging onto her skin, eww! Ignore her; she knows I sweat too much.

"I will miss you too, bud!" I lied, in a way. The degree too which I was going to miss him was nowhere mentioned, and this was an understatement.

None of us knew for a while what to say. My hands, still securely in his and his eyes wandering everywhere but looking even anywhere close to me. The tinge of guilt that I'd seen in him first was overcome by sheer helplessness. Big fat tears welded themselves to his eyes and he pulled me into his arms like he'd never get a chance again. There wasn't even a millionth part of an inch's distance between our bodies.

My hands swiftly ran across his back and he had his hands snaked around the middle of my back. He breathed into my hair and murmured something to himself. Must have been saying your hair stinks! I did not pay heed, to what he said so ' whatever! I was preoccupied with the thoughts of parting from my only best friend! How many best friends should an average person have? I wonder! No idea. Don't you see, I had one and he was bloody leaving?

"I'll call you. As soon as I have college started." He whispered.

"Do I have a phone?" I questioned. Don't even think of that poor thing again, even finding himself in your thoughts or worse, a conversation between the two of you could possibly have depressed him for a lifetime. Okay, I will keep in mind this.

"By the time I am in college, you'd be done with high school and probably back home. I have your residential number." He reminded me, pulling me off with my shoulders.

"Right, I will wait!" I said, really not faking a smile. The idea of being back in touch was too soothing already.

"No choice!" he smirked and pulled me close.

Real close! No difference. He stared at me so intently that I had almost gotten sure it was a nightmare a dream, she means or probably I was stuck in one of the mystical novels I read! He placed his lips on my forehead and kissed it, it was the slowest thing he ever did. But the moment passed by too hastily, in the blink of an eye! He left, waving at me for as long as he could see me. He vanished of my sight much before that. He was gone.

And today, I am home! Time passes quickly, does it not? While I wait for him to call, I am still living in a world where I had a calculus teacher cum best friend cum a hefty young man who would have to carry me on his back too much a day, I would trip so much! It was a world where I had only two and a half nails not broken in my feet. Where it was just the two of us, deafening hysterics ' violent fights ' sneaking out of school and college to go watch movies and the one last meeting, which changed my whole prospective of what we were to each other. I wish I could find something to disagree with you, the melodramatic countess is so right, we love him.

res

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Beautiful one shot miss not so modest😆

whatever u said about bio the same way i feel about it