Stalkers Alert

This post is very different from my usual ones. The present situation in India (I have no idea about other countries) is such that most men and even boys think that social media.networks are all dating sites.

The process begins with them sending friend requests and the girls who are unaware of such problems accepting it. Facebook is the most common one,instagram getting the runner ups cup. It might begin with hello and then next sentence being said. “I like you”. Here things start getting interesting because the guy doesn’t even know the girl and he already likes and she might reply “Ok”. If it’s an ok guys please understand that she is not interested, instead you keep on sending her messages until she finally blocks you.

Instagram the next best app to search for would be girlfriends has the same facility . Even in this app the guys may be blocked out.

If she likes you she will surely talk to you, don’t rile her up. The women of our society are already enough demoralised to be even more terrified by your mental abuse.

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A ride

They were entering a restaurant when he met an old female friend . They chatted for a while and after she left he told his girlfriend ” I had to give her a ride most of the days during our way back home from college”.

She smiled and said “you might have been her driver for a few days, but you will be giving me a ride forever”.

I apologize for such a long break. I had my post graduation exams. They are over and the good news is I am postgraduate now.😀😀

Snippets

At the dinner table

“Well you didn’t have to wait up for me “, he pulled out a chair and sat next to her, ” you could have done your dinner earlier”.

“I didn’t” she shook her head , ” I am sitting here to give you company”.

She then served him rotis and curry.

” I know you don’t like eating alone”, she informed him.

He gave a lopsided grin at that.

In my dreams

You were the one, haunting my dream

I couldn’t just wake up and scream;

Identity of yours might take you away

But you would invade my mind anyway,

For them a decision must not be rushed

After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.

Conscience and consent, may not find a voice

Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.

Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,

Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?

Reverberating

A sensation of going back and forth,

For as long as I remember,

Being so close to the top yet , very far from it;

I can’t exactly fathom the reasons,

By now I know the pain and can bear it without shame.

The pain of working hard,

It’s the pain of giving my best,

Where no stone was to be unturned.

The mind still doesn’t listen,

It plays the game of expectation.

And I always lose in the end.

Connection

I am not sure if it is right,

With little connection between us

Hardly can I show my empathy;

And I don’t even know when it happened.

When you lost the touch that could create tingles,

Yet the last string might be enough to pull us back.

We get by

Yes you and me , get by

Easily it seems, we don’t have to try

Exchanging ideas , we reveal the truth, not shy

The world might say things, making me cry

But you are my strength , won’t let me die

Yes we do get by.

Souless

They told me to cry, I couldn’t

They said you will never be back,

I tried but couldn’t feel,

Was my mind so strong, not letting me break,

Anticipation perhaps is my answer,

My soul was already lost, when you were done

I knew you wouldn’t be back,

So I let my soul free to roam with you.

I know you were there

Every moment, I turned my back

Dark alleys and rusty buildings adored my sight,

I could feel someone close to me,

But my eyes chose not to see

How long did you keep me company I don’t know,

The faint cologne was unmistakably your love to show;

I know you were there ever moment;

To know I was safe , not being poisoned.