Rollercoaster ride

That roller coaster ride,
making my stomach churn.
I want to get off.
STOP IT, I scream.
The voice caught in my throat.
I get dizzy. The ride goes on.
I can't take it. STOP it.
Sweat pours down.
I hear the happy screams of others.
Why can't I enjoy it?
Someday, I will get used to it all.
The ups won't be so up anymore,
Nor will the downs be so down.
Someday, I will get used to this,
This roller coaster ride called life.

My sweet friend wrote a poem and this is what I replied with. :)

That is the only thing I can say for now. Started with aerobics and I am going to die.

An un-ending wait

I waited. I waited. I waited. Anxiously. For the very first time in our 3-year old relationship, I had realized she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Today was special. Today was when I was going to ask her hand in marriage. Today we would finally be one. Realistically.
She told me she would be late. She told me we would go out for dinner. She told me she would be back. Really.

I waited. I waited. I waited. Anxiously.
I wanted her to say yes. I wanted to spend my life with her. I wanted her to be mine. Lovely.
She told me she would be late. She told me we would go out for dinner. She told me she would be back. Really.

Post-blast.

The city came to a stand-still. The city broke down. The city went boom. Literally.
I couldn’t believe her. I couldn’t contact her. I couldn’t breathe. Worried.
She told me she would be late. She told me we would go out for dinner. She told me she would be back. Really.

I was shaken. I was scared. I cried. Broken.
The phone kept ringing. The phone stopped ringing. The phone-call never came. Destroyed.
She told me she would be late. She told me we would go out for dinner. She told me she would be back. Really.

I needed a hug. I needed a kiss. I needed her. Want.
9 seconds passed. 9 minutes passed. 9 hours passed. Crazy.
She told me she would be late. She told me we would go out for dinner. She told me she would be back. Really.

..But she never came.

Leaving life behind.

It is not easy to leave your life behind. Well, is it possible to leave your life behind? It follows you into the dark and into the light, never leaving you till your very last breath.

One year ago, I was jubilant to my life behind in Mumbai to start another one in Chennai. That was one year ago. Once again, today, I am packing again to leave all of this behind for that.

Adios Mumbai. I will back, soon enough.

Love.
Me.

Ps: This post promised to be so much but I just can't face it right now.