Raj was sitting in his cubicle, his office was under chaos. It was a month-end and targets were to be met. Raj was not in panic but he was nervous. He had his own reasons for that. He pulled out a letter that was lying in his drawer, for over a week now. As he read it, droplets of sweat surfaced on his forehead. He had some unfinished work to do.
Raj lifted his head over his cubicle. She was on the phone. She had been laughing and chatting for the last twenty minutes. "Who would that be?", thought Raj, anoyed.
...
Raj lifted his head again, only to see the same.
...
He read the letter again, and again, and again. Finally his patience gave up. He stood up and went into her office. She ended her call.
He broke the silence, finally, "This is for you."
She took the letter and kept it on the table and said, " Good, will ask Meera to go through it before it goes into print."
"OK Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am."
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Dear Menaka,...
I can not forget that day,
I saw you first.
You made me go astray,
My heart got filled with lust...
The wind brought with it, a scent.
It was not any perfume but an odour.
I turned to see its owner.
Only to fine an angel.
Raj lifted his head over his cubicle. She was on the phone. She had been laughing and chatting for the last twenty minutes. "Who would that be?", thought Raj, anoyed.
...
Your black eyes, lovely....
To me, dearly.
They take me to the heavens.
The atheist in me started believing in The Creator.
'Cause you were no ordinary creation.
Whenever I see your curves,
I lose control of my nerves.
At each and every inch I would gaze,
At times with a crazy rage.
Thoughts never lecherous,
Only desirous.
Raj lifted his head again, only to see the same.
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Your heart as pure as,Raj lifted his head again to see the same disappointing scene.
Distilled water.
Your heart as innocent as,
A baby daughter.
My Love for you,
Would never end.
My Love for you,
Would ever tend,
And ever defend.
Although I could not rhyme,
This poem perfectly.
But I promise to rhyme,
Our lives effortlessly.
Wishing to be yours soon,
Raj.
He read the letter again, and again, and again. Finally his patience gave up. He stood up and went into her office. She ended her call.
He broke the silence, finally, "This is for you."
She took the letter and kept it on the table and said, " Good, will ask Meera to go through it before it goes into print."
"OK Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am."
Awesome... I won't go into details about the language or the writing style, just the ending stole the show. Nice concept and a brilliant ending :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Shubham :D I am working on the Language and writing.
DeleteI am too dumb to understand.. bounced!!....
ReplyDeleteOops. :P
DeleteLoved the ending, just excellent :)The poem could have been better.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anil. As far as poem is concerned, I haven't written the poem. Forwarding your complain to Raj. :P
DeleteYes, the writing needs to be improved...rest is brilliant...especially the ending. Loved the rhyme thing...!!!
ReplyDelete"Glad you liked the ending Anjali, thanks. :)
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