Diary of Nobody -XI-

Just because there wasn’t a forever with you – I feel there can never be one.

While our song plays on the radio tonight, I slip in and out of reality making emptiness and nothingness my peers along the way. I am numb to the emotions of life for now. Lately, I have been thinking about you a lot more than usual and it’s intriguing and confusing at the same time. Why can’t you just leave me alone?

I went for a stroll this morning. There were barely any cars out on the road at that hour and the sun was beginning to rise. I liked the city better at this time when it was quiet and peaceful. I inhaled the beauty of the serenity surrounding me and it was in a long while that I didn’t need music to accompany me. Usually, I disconnect myself to drown out the voice of the world with a pair of headphones and my music playlist but today I was trying my best to connect with the same world. I was cherishing the birds singing their songs in the distance. I hummed along with them but the morning was not the same after you had crossed my mind. Suddenly, I was taken back in time (just like that). I wanted to tuck my hand in the pocket of your coat so our fingers could be entwined while we walked.

I was wandering in the valley of our memories, far from reality. She held my hand and brought me back to face the real world. I looked down at this little four-year-old girl pulling down on my sweater’s sleeve. Your name escaped my lips and you were not a secret anymore. I didn’t realize that I had been crying until she pointed it out and demanded a reason for my tears. I panicked and ignored her question and became anxious if she had been out at this hour all by herself.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her call out ‘Daddy, Look I am here’ to a man standing not more than ten steps away with his back facing us looking around for her.

I smiled at her and assured her I was fine. She couldn’t help being the usual quick-witted kid and bombarded me with detective questions like what had I been doing there; if I had been out with my father as well; why would I cry in the middle of the street; if I was scared when she held my hand and who is ‘your name’. I was astonished when she mentioned you not because she heard your name and remembered it but because she considered you an important question-mark-to-be-answered to reveal my mysterious story.

I knelt down so that I was face to face with her. I held both her hands in my hands and told her that I didn’t have answers to her questions but I had something that she would like. I fished through the pockets of my sweater to find this toy I have had from few days ago when I went to McDonald’s. The happiness spread across her face and I witnessed a sunrise right then and there. Her father called out her name again and she responded back with ‘I am coming’.

Before I realized, she hugged me tightly. I knew this was a goodbye hug. Overtime, I have become an expert in knowing how these hugs feel.

“I really like you. Will you like to be my friend? I don’t have many friends”, she whispered in my ear while hugging me.

Before I could respond, she continued: “I can be better than ‘your name’ and then you wouldn’t miss him.”

The tears rolled down my cheeks again and I whispered back that I would love to be her friend. She kissed me on my cheek and ran in the direction of her father.

The man politely smiled at me while she climbed on the shoulders of her father and waved me goodbye with a smile that will stay with me for the rest of my years.

I made my way back to the apartment while I mourned over this short-lived friendship. For the first time since I have known you, I realized I had confided in somebody other than you.

Never Want to Let Go

Fire burning inside my core,
The emptiness inside of me is your abode,
Your heart has caught a cold,
Your lies cannot fool me anymore,
Pretending like it’s not your fault,
Preparing yourself for a revolutionary war,
You knew I was around the corner,
You watched me tore myself apart,
You heard me sob the silent tears,
You set fire to my heart,
Now that I have seen it through,
I fail to see anything beyond you,
So love me like I do,
Kiss me like I do,
Touch me like I do,
Give me at least what is mine,
Open your arms and let me in,
Burn me under your skin,
Take me by the hand,
Write me in your blood,
I just want you to know,
I never want to let go.

I can’t wait for these bare trees to be green again — Spring Time (yay) ❤

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Diary of Nobody -III-

I am trying to sleep. Insomnia is not exactly good for my eyes; the eyes you liked so much. You remember when the other day we were by the Subway and the lady who was preparing our sandwiches told you that you were very lucky to wake up next to somebody like me every day whose smile could enlighten anyone’s day. She kept going on about how beautiful our couple was and bestowed us with her blessings. I liked that lady. You usually used to pretend to be upset with me for taking all the compliments. You were quite an actor; even better with your sense of humor. Anyway, we actually were quite a good-looking couple. We would have made the world jealous.

At this time of the night, I am hooked up on our very first and last public-display-affection (we both liked to keep our business private otherwise). You had your flight next day and we were shopping for your family. It was snowing and it was dead cold. Usually in the romantic-comedies, that would have been the perfect timing for the spicy romance. However, in reality the couples are just trying to keep each other warm; nobody have the guts to think about romance when their brains are freezing. We were waiting on the cab in the city-center. You held my left hand tightly and put it in the pocket of your coat (Warning: It was what you used to do when you would hear my teeth chattering from the extreme cold. I never misunderstood this gesture for romance because I knew it was just your way of keeping my fingers from going numb). Well, the cab didn’t show up for quite a while and you rang the cab service again to hear the very same response that the car was on the way.

I don’t know what got into you after you hung up the phone. You held me in your arms and kissed me on my lips for quite a few seconds. The shocker is that I kissed you back. You sealed the kiss with a very silent ‘I love you’. For that one moment, I didn’t realize that there was anybody around us. I thought we were in our home and you kissed me. I mean, for those few seconds, I forgot I was standing in the middle of the city-center and there might be people watching us. When after a minute or so, I realized that we had finally kissed in public, I was absolutely blown away. To tease me further, you kissed me all over again. Thankfully, our taxi was there after a couple of minutes or I don’t know what other things would have happened for the first time in your first snowfall with me.

Can you lull me to sleep?
Will you sing me a lullaby?
I need your arms to be my pillow,
Tonight for a change, let me not weep.

Never Meant To Be

The day I met you,
For the very first time,
Watching you,
From the distance,
You stood by yourself,
Fiddling with your hands,
With a 20 dollar bill,
Not even a pound,
To be found in your wallet,
I came for your rescue,
Paid your cab’s fare,
And there you were,
Red like a tomato,
Embarrassed and flushed,
But we laughed it off,
That black dressing shirt you wore,
And the faded denim jeans,
I still remember how nervous we were,
When our eyes first met,
When our worlds finally collided,
We headed down the road,
For our first meal together,
Nandos wasn’t your cup of tea,
That butterfly chicken you made fun of,
The way you looked at me,
That spark in your eyes,
The warmth in your smile,
I melted in the glimpse of your splendor,
Your annoyingly cute OCD,
Your exhilarating throaty laughs,
The best of all,
Your amusing company,
For that one night,
I had it all,
But none to keep,
A long journey,
A 12 hour flight,
You came all the way,
Across the ocean,
Just to see me,
To be with me,
To feel me,
To have me by your side,
A day later,
For the very first time,
By the fast food stall,
You wrapped me,
In your arms,
Concealed me,
In your embrace,
You held me tight,
I held you close,
Never knowing,
One day,
You will have to go.

Random Scribbles

When I turned to you for the very last time,
You babbled and complained about my uncertain crimes.
You let go of my hand cause it was no more a prime,
You kissed her as if that’s how our story was supposed to rhyme.
I secured my heart with grief and tossed a dime,
Cause’ there was much more to our short climb.

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Fridays are back again,
Cozy bed and no worries to go out in rain,
Loneliness ensures the revival of pain,
Pity me, I let the sunlight be my date on the window pane!

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Tell them, I was not being biased,
I was just preparing to score the highest.
If you have ever seen the dark truth behind my bright eyes,
Only then can you see the beauty in disguise.

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I miss those mischievous winks,
Those excuses of how it were your efforts to think.
I am thinking of you despite of the alcoholic drinks,
I am love in with you forever and always – the reality can’t sink.

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For a moment, my heart stopped beating,
Going back to the time when we were cheating.
Cheating each other to conceal the reality,
But was it too easy to escape the morality?
Life introduced us to different phases,
However,you mastered to resist me but I failed to fill in the spaces.

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You told me you will return,
I stood by the window since you left,
My belly churns and the anxiety yearns,
For your one glimpse which will be an attempted theft.
Thus, embrace me in your arms – don’t ever let me go,
We will be one and the world will see us glow.
It may be a ray of hope, a secret wish or a way to fool myself,
I pick flowers for your grave everyday but decorate them on my shelf.

Footprints In The Mud

As we walk in the wet mud – footprints track us all the way long!

Exquisite nights across the sea shore;
The warmth of love soaring to the core.

Hand in hand as they walk;
Footprints in the mud – their sweet talk.

Redefining love in their very own way;
The wind’s in their favor to savor their stray.

The legacy of betrayal is drifted as they collide;
Ensuring their commendable chemistry makes a big stride.

Pursuing their heart with the rhythm of the flowing river;
Affection embraces them while their heartbeat shivers and quivers.

Love is their life and each other’s arms their abode;
Rocking and cradling each other – they stroll from road to road.

They are homeless – they require a shelter;
Summer is their contender as they swelter.

They are clueless walking aimlessly;
Adoring and fondling each other shamelessly.

The emancipated couple pursues the path of sincerity and loyalty;
Peace and harmony dominates their relationship – compassion treats their royalty.

Escape (Part III)

Note: Firstly, Sorry for the delay in posting the third part of “Escape”. I hope that the readers who were eagerly waiting for it will enjoy it as much as they enjoyed the previous two parts. Those who have no idea about “Escape”, refer to the first and second part of the story before reading the following part. The links to the previous posts are as follows:

Escape – Part I

Escape – Part II

Thank you as always for the over-whelming support. Enjoy the third part!

 

Stanford hospital sounded busy at 8 in the evening. Jon couldn’t believe that he was in the hospital after watching the crowd hustling and bustling around as if it was a BIG SALE festival. Cara was sobbing quietly but the mental shock had left her as soon as she exposed herself to the outburst of nurses, doctors and patients around. Jon held her hand firmly as if she was his 2 year old.

“Jon, what’s this happening?” Cara stuttered. The fear in her voice was evident.

Jon remained silent. He chose to inquire about Mr. Laurengram and stray away from the common hall which was scaring both of them to death. He made his way to the reception which was as busy as he would imagine queuing up for the payment of his school fee on the very last day. After a couple of minutes, he confronted the receptionist.

“Mr. Laurengram. We got a call that he suffered an accident. Can we know the details?” Jon tried to sound composed.

“Oh, Mr. Laurengram! You can find him on the second floor, Room No. 208. Dr. Rossini is dealing with his case”, the receptionist gave away the details within a blink of an eye as if she knew all of it by heart.

Jon thanked the receptionist and made his way to the second floor. Cara chose elevator, hence they both hassled with the buttons of the elevator and after a couple of minutes they were standing right in front of Room # 208. Cara could see her dad lying peacefully on the stretcher with his eyes shut; he looked exactly what he did in the morning but there was one difference – the bandaged forehead. Cara broke out in a cry hugging Jon closely whereas Jon’s eyes were in the search of Dr. Rossini. Jon’s shoulder was patted by a young good-looking Chinese lady. She looked like a student but later Jon came to know that she had been practicing in the hospital since eight years, it was because of her short height and soft features that made her look extraordinarily young than her years. She was barely five feet; her crooked nose, big eyes with flashing eye lashes and the pink cheeks were the kind notes contributing to her young appearance.

“Jon Stanley here”, Jon shook her hand with the little lady wondering how his hand was enormous compared to the lady’s hand.

“Jon, Can I know how you are related to Mr. Laurengram?” the husky nasal voice questioned.

Before Jon could answer the lady back, Cara broke in the conversation very boldly.

“I am Cara Laurengram, his daughter. What happened to him?” Cara resisted back her tears sounding wobbly.

“Well, Cara, he has been a part of the accident that happened on the 121 Commercial Street which is adjacent to the Subway Station. His injury was not serious though but the situation could turn over into a very serious case for him.” Dr. Rossini explained.

“What do you mean? Don’t try to make me resolve mysteries at this moment”, screamed Cara with her tears trickling down the red burning cheeks. Jon patted her back and made her sit closer to him so he could stroke his hand whenever she was too hysterical.

“Cara, I know it might be difficult for you but before proceeding to reveal the reports of Mr. Laurengram, I would want to know about Mrs. Laurengram. Can we reach her to discuss with her primarily about this very accident?” Dr. Rossini politely asked blinking her eyes million times over to deal with the pace of her verbal speech.

“Amazing! You want to reach someone I have never seen in my life. She died after giving birth to me and since then it is ME who live with my dad all alone”, Cara was flushing with frustration due to the delay but Jon worked like a catalyst to calm her repetitively.

“Well, fine Miss. Laurengram. Let me proceed with the case then. We have not received the reports of Mr. Laurengram yet but we doubt that he was driving drunk. To resolve the mystery, we have taken his blood sample and after 12 hours that is tomorrow noon, we can only tell whether your father would be charged with a crime assault or was this a simple mistaken car accident”, Dr. Rossini breathed deeply after explaining plainly.

“What?? He never consumes alcohol before driving. He is a sane being and a very responsible citizen. You guys are out of your mind, are you trying to tell me that my father is a murderer??” Cara’s emotions filled the room with her echoing shaky voice defending her dad even before he was proved guilty.

The accident I always feared;
Sorrow overtakes and happiness disappeared.

“Cara, I respect your emotions but this is very serious. The bus was loaded with around 55 passengers and around 20 are seriously wounded while others had minor injuries. It is supposed that Mr. Laurengram’s car was on the fast track and he didn’t bother to give the indicator to the bus behind his BMW and that is how the bus driver bumped into Mr. Laurengram’s car when he applied breaks swiftly.”

Dr. Rossini took a minute’s pause as to let Cara digest all the rumbling facts.

“The driver applied the breaks as soon as he could to avoid the accident but it was too late. You should thank Almighty that no one lost their life in the accident otherwise it would have been a serious Police case, whereas, driver is doing well now also. Therefore, I would suggest you to wait until the reports lay down the plot of the entire story disclosing who was at fault – your dad or the driver.”, Dr. Rossini stood up and knelt down in front of Cara’s chair to look into Cara’s eyes which were lowered down to face the ground. She was resisting back the tears to avoid the fiery rage to be washed away with the overwhelming emotions. 

“He will be fine, Cara. He needs you to be strong for him”, Dr. Rossini pressed her hand against hers ensuring her the presence of the possible positive vibes.

“When will he regain consciousness”, asked Cara hastily.

“In about six to eight hours – indeed very soon”, replied Dr. Rossini smiling.

It ain’t easy to see you in there;
My heart beats for your survival – the pain I bear.

Cara left the room and Jon followed her after thanking the doctor. Cara stood in the passage way observing her dad peacefully lying on the stretcher bed from outside the room. She did not have the nerve to trace her dad’s hand while the IV line was tangled around his wrist gripping his veins to supply his body with glucose. She was reminded how her dad had the “needle phobia”. He would never chose an injection over tablets or capsules. Cara gave up to the rushing memories within herself. She was taken back to an incident that took place at least five years back, the day they had their Hepatitis C vaccination. He cancelled his appointment and drove back to home as soon as Cara’s vaccination was done. When Cara asked him that why did he cancelled his appointment, he giggled and answered how he was scared of the injection’s breathtaking long needle. They both have had laughed a lot promising each other how it would be a “Jack-Pack Secret” between them. Cara felt the warmth of a hand on her shoulder, she anticipated that it must be the doctor and she decided to ask her to leave her alone for sometime but as she turned around; her stern expressions smoothened reframing the edge of her stumbled face while the fury burning in her passionately faded all at once.

“Jon, look at dad! What has happened to him?” Cara worriedly exclaimed.

“Sweetheart, he will be alright. He has always been a fighter; he will fight this trauma as well – for YOU, baby”, Jon smiled to comfort Cara.

Observing you in pain is a hard job,
My soul is devastated – I continuously sob.

Cara noticed a queue of chairs arranged before her dad’s hospital room. She didn’t dare to open the door of the room and step in to expose herself to an intense unpleasant smell of a typical “hospital-room”; hence she sat on one of the chairs while Jon sat down on the floor in her footsteps wiping away the concurrent cloud of tears forming in her eyes every now and then. She laid herself back within the chair while her head rested against the wall and it was not long enough when she was roaming in her dream valley independently. Jon stood up from the floor and seated himself carefully in the chair beside her and placed her head to rest on his shoulder so as to avoid her suffer a neck cramp. He felt contented to watch his little angel asleep – the only way her precious tears would not be washed away.

“I love you Cara. Forever and always!” Jon whispered in her ear brushing away a loose strand of hair from her face to tuck it behind her ear. The moments swayed away as Jon rested his head against the wall; playing with her slender fingers, he was transported to his dream valley also.

I Wish !!

Flight of a bird high in the sky;
I wish for the wings to vigorously fly.

The hands of the clock moving back and forth submissively;
I wish for the time to be my subservient slave decisively

The voyage of sea exploring the world of sharks and whales;
I wish for the gills to swim unless the exhaustion trails.

Gleaming stars shimmering far above;
I wish for their radiance as flawless as dove.

Lions roar, wolves howl and birds sing;
I wish for the ears to comprehend their ping. 

The speed of light – incredible and flawless;
I wish for the journey at the equivalent pace lawless.

I wish I wish I wish; what is this?
Isn’t CONTENTMENT the sole weapon for lasting bliss?

Humans are forged souls upgrading their wish lists;
Slaves of destiny thumped by their malicious analysis.

 

Escape (Part II)

A lovely new morning,
Strengthening life with another warning.

Cara woke up to the sound of the chirping birds and stretched in her bed with a gleaming smile as the unpleasant confrontation of the past night faded in the rooms of her brain. She climbed out of her bed wrapping the warm quilt around her and walked to the window where she removed the curtains to expose herself to the sunlight of the bright new day. Her Sunday morning was usually late but today was different. If one phase of her brain thought about Jon and their young romance leading to an official relationship in future then the other phase of her brain pondered over the survival of her dad after her. She agreed that he was unpredictable but she never blamed him for his behavior. She knew what it would feel to lose someone who is precious to the soul and heart but all this time she failed to analyze that why couldn’t her dad realize that it was not solely him who had lost a beloved wife but she had lost a MOTHER as well – a woman who contained her for nine months yet she knew nothing about her. Mr. Laurengram never felt any better discussing his late wife; he only preferred to drink and drink in grief – grief that Cara believed would never let go of him until the jaws of death would terminate the thread of his breath.

 

Cara’s silent thoughts were vanished in the air when her ringing cell phone scared her to death. She threw back the quilt wrapped around her in a jerk and dashed to her dressing to grab her cell phone and answered the call breathlessly.

“Cara, were you working out at 8 in the morning? I mean, are you okay?” Jon rushed himself with his words like an express on the station.

“Uh.. Well, why are you speaking as if you  are living the last minute of your life?” humorously remarked Cara

“When will you stop being naughty Cara?”

”Never! Do I complain when you are silly to heights?”

”My babe is making me blush eh?” giggled Jon to tease her over and over.

“How is mommy? Was she worried the last night?” Cara asked anxiously. She had met Jon’s mum more than thrice and she saw the reflection of her own mum in that beautiful lady’s embodiment.

“Mum is good, anyway, she was worried but she knew to every beat that I was with YOU”, Jon teases Cara again with his chuckles over the phone.

“Whatever! Are you coming over for the Spring Party at Gayle’s place in the evening?”

“Cara, lets skip it and go for the dinner sweetheart, what do you say?”

“Jon, I have taken enough of you for the morning. See you at the party, let me check dad for now” Cara explained simply for Jon to stop teasing her.

“Okay babe, it is my turn to serve mum so I got to go too but aren’t you forgetting SOMETHING?”

”I love you Jon”, Cara was blushing even though they were not confronting each other.

“I love you too darling”, Jon knew it came from the heart – the core of his heart.

 

They ended the call and busied themselves in their routine. Cara went downstairs and knew that her dad was fast asleep. She brewed coffee and boiled few eggs for the breakfast. She inserted two slices of bread in the toaster at a time and toasted few slices. She collected the news paper from the porch and went through the headlines while laying the table for breakfast. She preferred milky coffee while black coffee was a necessity for his dad to wipe away the recurring headache after the night which had been spent drinking. He avoided drinking on the week days but weekend served him exquisite timings to drink and mourn. Cara knocked her dad’s room few times but no response assured her of his unconsciousness and she opened the door gently and saw her dad lying on the sofa sleeping sound. The last night was invigorated in her brain and her eyes suddenly were filed with tears. She looked precisely like her dad. The same blue eyes her mother has fallen in love with were the secret to her beauty. These blue eyes were deeper in meaning – the legacy of her life. She sat across the sofa brushing her dad’s brunette hair through her slender fingers and sobbing over his body as if he was already dead. After few minutes, her dad moved and then within few seconds he was squinting to the flashing sunlight illuminating the room through the white curtains.

“Cara, umm.. You here? Baby, Is everything okay?” his hesitation was evident that he might not remember accurately what he did last night but the fragments to the incident were still stored in the hippocampus of his brain.

“Oh daddy, I thought you were too tired so just brought the black coffee couple of minutes ago”, Cara tried her best to sound normal.

There was a pin drop silence. Mr. Laurengram was too busy fighting with the annoying headache that he was unable to see the fresh tears drying out on the pink cheeks of his little doll. He had complimented Cara for the black coffee and was headed to the breakfast table by Cara.

“Oh my goodness, you did this all? When did you wake up or should I ask did you sleep?” he uttered with amazement. Cara smiled and chose to stay silent for that moment. Mr. Laurengram was hungry, he had skipped the meal last night but Cara’s appetite had died already, she played with the fork in her plate cutting the egg in to pieces until he realized her little doll’s lost figure and snapped his fingers before her focused eyes.

 

“Are you in the same world in which I am eating like a beggar hungry for days?” he remarked to lighten the atmosphere.

“Daddy, I am not feeling hungry. I had coffee when I woke up so not feeling like eating.”

“Do you have any plans for the evening?” he asked her politely.

“Oh yeah, a college mate has arranged a Spring Party for the evening. Anything up with you?”

“Yeah, I will drop you by and leave for my business deal. I have a meeting this evening.”

 

The silence again shut their conversation and Mr. Laurengram began leafing the newspaper while she moved upstairs to avoid the confrontation with her dad. He was persistently reminding her of the last night when she did not want to think about it. She heard her dad calling her and she ran downstairs to hear what he had to say.

 “I am sorry”, he said uncertainly.

“Umm.. It’s okay.” Cara tried to resist back her tears. Her dad was not looking at her; she knew he was embarrassed to look into her eyes. The physical pain meant nothing to this young girl but her smashed emotions feared her if she would start hating her dad one day.

 “I know I am wrong. I know I say SORRY always and I hurt you all the time but …” he was interrupted by Cara’s gentle voice.

“Daddy, I said Okay. You don’t have to worry” her tears pierced the white flesh surrounding her sea-blue eyes balls and they spilled drop by drop wetting her face.

“Don’t cry please, that makes me feel guilty”, his voice was stern as usual and though he had pinned his eyes in the newspaper and had not looked up for even a single second yet he knew Cara better than anybody else that he could tell that she was crying without even looking at her.

“I am not crying Dad” she tried to be stern and stiff as him but the outburst of her cry made her run upstairs and dump herself facedown in bed trying to suppress her voice by tugging a pillow underneath her mouth. She cried and cried until her eyes surrendered and had insufficient water to let it out, her mouth and eyes both were dried for it had been an hour since she was crying to shrug the burden off his shoulders.

 

Crying endlessly in bed,
Mourning over the blood-shed.

She got up when it was half past noon. She arranged her closet deciding what to wear for the party the following evening. She messaged Jon to which there was no reply which indicated her that he was busy with his mum and hence she laid in her bed falling for the sleep. She woke up after few hours and before going to bathe she planned on sneaking downstairs to check up on her dad. The hall was empty but the kitchen was clean, her father was doubtlessly the most organized man she knew on the planet. She peeked in his room which was already arranged and tidy. She ran all the way to the porch and there was no car in the driveway, she knew where her dad was. She regretted crying in front of him; she was certain that he must be in the golf club playing golf on his own – the only thing he thought he could do anytime. She rang her dad though she knew he would not receive her call; he felt guilty beyond explanation but she knew he would turn into same creature once again when the memories of her mother would haunt him – this made her hate her mother at times.

Cara was dressed in a multicolor short dress and the bright colors complemented her fair-toned body. Her simplicity was her utmost beauty; she applied mascara to define her long thick eye lashes and softened her lips by applying a cucumber lip balm further defining her thin lips with the Etude glittery gloss to give a party touch to her appearance. She awaited her dad but there were no signs of his arrival; she called him over and over again but he wasn’t responding to her calls and this was not a good signal by any means. Therefore, pushing all the pessimistic thoughts aside, she called Jon to pick her when he would be heading for the party. Within a couple of minutes Jon was on her doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and a present.

“Present! Is there anything special?” exclaimed Cara with amazement and excitement blended all together.

“Well, you can keep the bouquet but you are not opening the present until I say so”, Jon smiled softly to her gleaming blue eyes.

Cara placed the flowers in a vase kept on the table beside stair case and locked the door while messaged her dad that she had waited long and when he had not responded to any of her calls, she had proceeded to the party with Jon. Cara looked at the gentleman precisely in the driver seat and locked her eyes on his innocent face. Cara had always found Jon’s hazel eyes soothing and intoxicating concurrently. Jon was wearing a lime-yellow t-shirt along with white pants. He didn’t look funky which is what the party demanded but decent as always. Cara knew every guy would be dressed fancily at the party but she was proud to be Jon’s girl; after all his dressing code had a taste which was beyond comparison.

 

I love you,
Claims the air that blew.

“I know I am looking SEXY but what are you staring eh?” Jon harassed her with a wink while slipping a finger of his right hand which is enclosed around the hand-gear to touch hers and there she smiled – the smile that always cheered him up and brought pleasure to his heart and soul.

“Oh Mr. Smarty Pants, you may be genius and nerdy but SEXY?? You are nothing close to Hugh Jackman” Cara taunted him back with a playful note in her voice to annoy him.

“Cara! I am no Hugh Jackman because I am Jon, Jon Stanley!” exclaimed Jon.

“Look, now who is getting pissed off huh? Possessive!! Possessive!!” Cara continued teasing him while he played with her fingers and cuddled around her at times when the traffic signal blinked red. 

After half an hour drive, they both were at Gayle’s place hand in hand.

“Cara! Jon! Wow! Great to see you guys together here”, an excited voice made them turn their backs to the addresser.

“Gayle! What a party, bro”, cried Jon with excitement as they both hugged each other followed by a hi-five. Cara shook her hand with Gayle who often seemed brainless to her.

Gayle was a rich brat and a very good friend of Jon. Cara knew him through Jon; though three of them studied together in the first year of Stanford University yet Cara hardly knew anybody whereas Jon was as social as his witty brain allowed him to help every individual in the college. Gayle wore a printed hot-pink t-shirt and multicolor long shorts which made him look no less than a joker. After a brief conversation of Jon and Gayle; Cara was lead to a corner by Jon where they got seated and conversed for an eternity. Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by Cara’s ringing cell phone and she was not certain to attend the call or not as there was an unknown number flashing on the screen. She ignored the call thrice and ultimately when Jon convinced her to receive the call, she agreed reluctantly for the fourth time.

 

“This is Polly from Stanford Hospital. Can I have a word with Miss Cara Laurengram?” an adenoidal flat voice from the other end cracked through the earphone.

“Yeah, Cara speaking”, she hesitantly answered.

“Your father had a severe car accident. We want you in the hospital in an immediate hour to carry out the formalities”, the flat voice was penetrating at once or it might be Cara’s ears.

 

A misery over a heart-felt loss,
Praying with my hand tracing the cross.

The phone tripped from Cara’s sweaty hands with her bulging eyes forming tears that trickled down her cheeks within no time and she hadn’t even the faintest idea how Jon dumped her in the passenger seat and drove all the way to the heart of the city where Stanford hospital was situated.

Save ME!

Fingers entwined,
Love is BLIND.

 Wandered across each pane of my mind,
Seeking for the beat of my heart’s kind.
Hindrance in the way, my soul uncombined,
Persuading me to follow my dreams like a BLIND.

One touch of your hand melts me away,
Broken heart gets mended for a day.
The ray of hope, that prevails and stay,
Illuminating my soul, strengthening my way.

Love and affection is all I need,
To gather the broken pieces buried underneath.
Gloomy path down, I may mislead,
Thou presence could glorify the way – no one pays HEED.

Would you mind giving your hand in MINE?
Desperate of its warmth but NO SIGN.
Give me a jerk – tell me everything is fine,
Rescue my soul, let it pursue thou SHINE!