On the phone,
One midnight last week,
I knew it was she,
i didn't ask.
She knew I knew,
she needn't tell.
'Hello', 'hi'
and 'how are you's
were soon finished.
conversation begun.
mute.
dumb.
silent.
somebody tell her-
it costs equally
whether u speak or not
on the phone.
But she loved this
self-imposed silence,
even face to face,
where also it costs
and even more than words.
And so did I.
But now I've learnt,
somewhat,
how to break the silence.
"So you are into law,
I guess"
She felt good
learning I knew that much,
at least.
And she didn't sound
uninformed either-
"yeah,
and howz your engg. going?"
Then followed more talks
about common friends.
how she got my number.
-wasn't tough for her.
nor it wud've been
for me.
Some extend
the 5 minute task
to three and a half years,
others,
like me,
tend to extend it more.
A good conversation
it was, indeed.
A renewed friendship-
that's all.
and that's more than
perhaps everything.
Things should end,
that is if they have to,
with an understanding of
"I've nothing against you."
We managed that.
This was what I wanted,
perhaps.
and this only was
what I was called for,
perhaps.
"So..... , Vik... "
"Happy birthday, Z !
not that I ever forgot!"
"Thankyou! Wishing you too-
A happy birthday!
a week in advance!"
"Aren't you calling on that day?"
"No, Vik "
PS1: This is purely real.
PS2: "When people don't believe what you want them to, consider telling them the opposite."
November 12, 2006
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Now my tiny brain doesn't understand poetry well but this one was so simple yet wonderful...But I am curious why did u say *NO*.
Is it part of your funda of telling the opposite when ppl don't believe :)..
And they say ladkiyan bhav khati hain!
Go take some training from Sagar on this!! :P
On another note, nice simple poetry. Poor girl I'd say, but then I can understand it must have taken you something, at least more than one phne call and a few silences to get over THAT/
But who said life doesnt give second chances...
[FF]
thanx..
I think i didn't write it properly.
It's the girl who said "No".
[phoenix]
if that refers to the last dialogue (as FF remarked),plz read again.
Yeah.. already having it!
Thanx! u came to the poetry finally!
hmmm... but I think she called to end all chances!
[FF]
and that funda refers to "This is purely real" declaration only
[phoenix]
how understanding you are :P
It is purely purely purely real(plus PS-2)!!
arey nahi i am not talking of the last dialogue...it was purely he understandable reaction...bhav to tum ne conversation mein khaya...that is why that girl reacts like that...i mean thats simple womens' psychology
(thats an oxymoron i guess..."simple" women's psych.
Whatever! :P)
ek min ..do I have a bhabhi here?
:D
[phoenix]
that means the real me (the writer) was able to create a believable account of how the girl should react against the "bhav-khane-waala" fictional me! wow! i'm good at understanding women's psychology :P
yeah, that's definitely an oxymoron!
[GS]
She can't be.
arrey fiction hai yaar :D
Nice! Thoughts that go through sub consciously...and not realised! Put across very well dude!
Thanx..
You summed it all up in one line!
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