hey all...hav written smethng...got this idea after reading harshus one shot....and harshu thaanx for the formating again......
do giv me ur feedback
HER
Life has its own meanings….
For some it means money…for some it means love….
But for me it means…nothing……
I was a little boy....and had always waited for my dad to give me one pat on my back…..
But all I got was an angry smirk…telling me I am good for nothing
and certainly nothing without him……
I got the legacy of shrewdness and selfishness from my father….
and all he taught me was to love d green note…..
I used to live in the bliss that I rule the world…
And was the most powerful and coveted among my friends…..
But all this was fake…and life had its own way…..
to enfold its realities…….
There came a girl…tall and fair…..
with perhaps the most wackiest attitude in the air….
Her looks disgusted me…not because she wasn't beautiful…
but because I could feel she saw through my fake world….
In a way she just made me disgust myself…..
Her presence made me accept that till now….
life had no real meaning…….
But I wanted to get out of this cobweb...
of shallow aloofness and delusioned joy…
and she became my inspiration….to carve my own niche….
Then came the glorious seven days…..
the seven days when I had actually lived for the first time
before that I was just running in a rat race…
crushing everyone beneath my false ego…..
she made me trudge new waters and showed me
every moment had a meaning of its own
smile was nothing but a faint tilt of lips for me…
but she made me laugh till I had a shiny gleam right there in my eyes
touch was nothing but a necessity….
but her one touch made me feel my presence and be utterly proud of myself….
Love was a trendy fashion…to be dumped with new arrivals…
But a look at her face told me…LOVE IS HER...
Love is this strange feeling…when all you want to do is..
ensure that she smiles always…
and all her pain is first met by me…..
but..alas….life ditched me here too…..
like myself, even those seven days were fake….
I had tried to win her over by faking love…
But I had no clue that all the time this love was as real as my heart beat…
She was the only one who was not mesmerized by my looks or my money….
she was the only one having this power over me...
She was the only one…who had cared to love my soul…..
Which I didn't know…existed deep within me…
She was broken as never before……
She was hurt to her very core
But yet she stood infront of me
Tall and stright with the grace of illumination
I realized then…that this was
my strength..my power..my enigma...
but I have lost her and perhaps even destiny wants this
she deserves someone as pure and divine as her
I know she would never forgive me
but she would always be there….as a friend….
I have to seal my love in my heart
and never let it reach my eyes…
because if she sees it..she would never even be a friend…
I have to grit my teeth and bear to see her with someone else
But all I pray to god is….whoever he is…is a real Heman
….and not a fake one like me…..
suddenly life really had no meaning…..
…..except Her…..
all I desire is to make her happy
so what if I am not the one sharing it with her
I wipe the tears which are falling from my eyes…..
…but with these tears…all my fakeness is washed away
today I have risen above shallow materialism…
.and have turned into a real man
maybe I would always be alone amidst hundreds of people
…maybe I will find someone else tomorrow…..
but the beauty of this love would go with me to my grave….
……and I would imbibe it in my songs….for the rest of the world to cherish it
but to understand it one has to be…REAL and SELFLESS
…and that's what she has made me today……….