Icraus

Icraus sat on the edge of Anjean the highest cliff facing the city. Watching the boundless sky, the winds shrilling in his ears, with the dream in his eye that one day he will fly. He would then converse with the wind and scream to the sky. Ever since a child the idea to fly farmed in his tender mind, and grew brawny in him. The barbarian thought forced him to jump of the bed and every possible place where he reached. The wounds gave him the wisdom that his bare thought won’t help him fly. He grew older, eager and restless with his thoughts. All this was noticed by Margareta. She observed him from the day she has learned the art of appreciating a person of an opposite gender. It was something about Icraus compared to his other peers that attracted her, may be his madness to acquire something unfeasible. Margareta thought the passion he would deliver if he would be that crazy for her. Also she was very much in reach; he could touch and feel her.

Margareta always followed Icraus to Anjean, where he spent most of his evenings. She would always reveal her enthrallment by offering him a touch. A touch that would depict her love, a touch that would yell and force a man to demonstrate his masculine supremacy. But Icraus was unmoved by the most powerful force which would drive a man. Margareta knew what Icraus craved for and she often tendered him with words of grace, and enhanced his desire.

As he grew older he started structuring his dreams, and margarita partnered him in the unattainable dream. He saw the birds and an idea struck his mind. He made a vigilant and telescopic look at them and studied their behavior. He then planned to collect the wings of birds. Margareta helped him. She started worrying more for him, because she knew of his dream. She stared his efforts in the most forceful way she could.

One such evening Icraus was tired and his thoughts left him to be with Margareta. It was on that day he noticed for the first time how distinct and attractive Margareta was, her curly hair and black outlined eyebrows. Her lips just as roses her curly hairs so enthralling that he could engulfed his life in them. He perceived that every facet of her body has something so divine and pious. He couldn’t stop himself from being getting engrossed in her splendor, that evening when he was engrafted in her butter soft arms he could actually feel them as soft as wings. That evening two different human beings merged as one celestial soul. Margareta had almost accomplished and acquired the territory that she always wanted to own. That night was the night of triumph for her.

After few weeks the love and fascination for Margareta was more than she ever could have projected, but her dreams were accomplished she had pull off what she had to. She was shocked but she had to believe because her trance was always to get the person of her dreams. She was happy for the fact that Icraus was almost on the verge of forgetting his dream. She was almost on the verge of viewing her life with Icraus till the time she and Icraus would cultivate old. But she wasn’t aware that Icraus was still setting up a plot to attain his dream.

On the dreadful day Margareta was fully dressed and equipped which would demonstrate her most beautiful self. She arrived at Anjean and couldn’t see Icraus any where around. She was worried what could have happened to him. There was a cave like opening on Anjean she entered that space and could listen to the blow of the wind slicing by her arms. A moment later she realized she was armless lying in the caves of Anjean. Icraus was employed with the wings of the birds he had gathered after slaughtering. In addition to the butter soft wings of Margareta. She heard Icraus fixing things along with her arms. He assembled everything and jumped off the cliff. Margareta could feel that she was flying in the air, and she saw Icraus flying next to her. And both kept flying with each other till the eternity.

Cheated

I am a person of mistakes and mistakenly I don’t learn from my mistakes. What a mistaken statement I need a psychiatrist is what I keep on telling myself when I analyze the facts of the life versus my standing. Too low for a standing in life. When I look for the consequential theory of why my life is moving low.

This is the story from one of my group blogs Fanatic Psyche ...........it seems it was dead there thought of getting it back to life.

Like a person who digs up a grave to make a zombie, I have dug in my own grave and made a zombie out of me. Everyone digs in the past life the dark side. Association with the pain is the passion, and with that passion I am surviving. I have ghastly relationship this term named “Love”.

I always cursed myself for being a complete looser with Love. I was once termed as a play boy. Someone who cannot live without women a complete womanizer. Some of my best friends are girls. For a fact I am happy I don’t swing the other way. I am still attracted to women. There is something in them, it’s like you are working in a honey farm and likes to be stung. The feeling of working in a fire works factory and bursting a cracker with the same excitement.

I like it that way. So here is my Story. I have had over 3 relations in the last 2 years. All of them left me. Why? May be because I am not too good for them, may be because I am not worth it, may be because I pampered them too much or may be because I am a little too possessive. Now again the definition of possessiveness is something which is different for me. For me tightening the leash when required is important. For me telling your partner that I exist is important. For me telling the person you are the only is important. Is this asking for too much? I am sure you must be thinking, “The perfect guy to live with!” may be they had different plans.

Anyways so here I am, having a lovely affair with my love. I am holding her in my arms and looking at the hot day end to a beautiful starry night. The beautiful moon, the cold wind and the very feeling of being close to the loved one. I am enjoying it. 6 months and still going. Every day is like a new beginning, every kiss is like the first kiss, every sigh is like the feeling of being complete. It’s just too good. I am sipping on the wine and thinking whether to ask her to marry me as she is just the right one for me. So I plan it.

I ask her to meet me at the Mirage the next day at around 7pm. I call the hotel and book a presidential suite. I crunch every expense to buy her a ring which enhances her beauty. I get her favorite must burnt on a CD and make arrangements for the best wine available. I get champagne ready and flowers. Off course no date is complete without flowers. It is the second most beautiful thing on earth. The first one is my love off course.

I still remember the 1st time I meet her. We had met through the most imprudent way of communication “Internet”. It was a week of the verbiage exchange and we decided to catch up at Barista. I was worried and was anticipating the fact will she like me? Will she be comfortable with me? Will she like the way I look at her? And countless questions like these. The very fact of disliking forced me in writing a story on my cell phone. Then she opened the door and like the wild storm entered my life. She was smile, she was sunshine, she was star, she was moon, she was the river, she was the lovely breeze, she was the passionate touch. She was the storm full of life which had sparked my life.

She walks in and is excited as though she knows what’s on my mind and gives me the longest hug on earth. I can still feel her heart beating next to mine. She kisses me and I make her sit. She’s holding my hand and says, “So honey you finally realize what I have been waiting for. It’s like a dream come true. Oh god! This has been the best day in my life.” Suddenly I realize things can certainly change and yes there is love for sure.

I smile with a twinkle in my eye and say, “baby I’ve got a gift for you.” She says, “me too!” it was a moment when I felt she could read my mind and it was not only me but she had plans for us. For a moment the “I” and “you” factor dissolved and I could see “we”. I reach my pocket and she reaches her handbag. She takes out an envelope and says I’ve got it honey, I finally got promoted to the level I have always strived for and I shall be moving to Bangalore office very soon. I put the ring back in my pocket and though I had tears in my eyes I smiled and showered my happiness. After all seeing your love happy and taking part in her happiness is the most important part of any relation. So there she goes. She spends most of her left over time with me and I still haven’t asked her to marry me.

So here we are at the airport and I see her happier than ever. Somehow I couldn’t stop myself, though no fancy arrangement and no music and no silence I popped in the question, “Darling, we’ve spent almost 7 months of awesome time and I am somehow getting used to you. I love the way I feel when we’re together. I love your eyes, people say they are small but for me they are full of passion the spark which enhances me every time I look at you, I love your fingers long pointing, I love when you speak with the modulated voice. You know honey above all it’s just about you being around, and that’s what matters the most. We’re so free. Hence I would like to ask you, will you be there to free me for the rest of our lives?” she walks away.

I am hurt and devastated. I should’ve seen it coming I mean it was too early. How could I ignore it? The phone rings it’s her. She apologizes and says, “Darling I am here in Bangalore and I would be back in a year if you can wait.” I found my life back. The assurance was the only thing I needed. I think it was just assurance which had helped me survive. I used to call her everyday. In fact we used to speak for at least three times in a day.

Three times in a day reduced to two times in a week, then to once in a week and then to once in fifteen days. I waited for her to come back and then the time approaches. Just a month left for her to come back. I call her and she ignores my phone calls, then I call again and no one answers. I call her in the night and her phone is busy and that kept on happening……………

My dreams shattered, my hopes crushed and my visions faded. That’s what I felt. A pain so deep that I could not see it coming. A pain so deep that…....

Come Back

Times gone by will never lie

Till date i ask the question why

Why did i think you were wrong

The decision i took was not strong

I am pulled by the memories

And pulled by every moment that has passed

The quest of you being around has surpassed

The negativity is dead

Every moment of pain, anguish, frustration

Leads to a happy realisation

Yes I crave for you

I need you back again

I need you

I really do

Almighty need your Mercy

Why do we react and how do we react signifies our personality. Personalities are divided in various forms and type depending upon the reflexes. However the same can be broken down based on the psychological inference. Though the fact remains unshaken and the personality traits are very much defined. But so as to carve my emotions in words I have found an exception. There is an exception that I am facing in life at this point in time. The tremor is actually wowing me upside down. This person is exception to the kind I have met till date in my life. People around me had warned and has lighted my path with there words full of wisdom. But I wanted to try the other way-out and I gave that exception a chance to get over me and start harassing me, making my life hell. The best part is that this gender I suppose is to be the most soft, smooth, understanding. This gender has for centuries played a vital role of being the most emphatic being in this cruel world yes she is a women. Forgive me if you felt like I am gender biased. I am just explaining how good my exception stands and proves that she is an exception. When she commits a mistake I often see a smiley on her email. I am person of mistake; everything I do is nothing but a grave mistake. At times I think I might be right at least by error, and not by the prudent effort that I have put in. How can one be wrong in everything, this fact is completely unaccepted and the same imprudent fact rules me for this part of my painful tenure. Anything discussed casually is also marked as “As discussed kindly do the needful”. Why putting everything on record when you would know that you aren’t doing anything wrong. I think the person is just too scared about something that would go wrong against him/her, I really doubt if that person had did anything true and worthwhile in her life. God please do something worthwhile for this person. Please her forget her work, help her not write emails at 4 O clock in the morning, 11 o clock in the night. Please give her life of her own lfe.God please help her to get out of this vicious workholic circle. I am not a saint to forgive her, God please help me and save me from her.