LOVE

Aiman Khan

They say I shouldn't love you

That I shouldn't care

But I can't help it

If I need you like air

I hardly ever see you

We never talk on phone

But I can't help my feelings

Even though I always end up alone

I'm coming to see you soon

And of course I'm so glad

But if I'm not able to make it

My life will turn so sad

I need you in my life

I want you by my side

Cause you're really a true friend

But our lives never seem to collide

But I'm secretly loving you

Though my friends say no you can’t

But why should I listen to them

If it's only going to break my heart

Dok Saab

I think I am in love.

In love for the third time.

First time it was when my uncle gifted me my first storybook, a famous five by Enid Blyton. I was just 11 years old. My love for books has never diminished since. Not even my love for Sandhya, whom I married after four years of a torrid affair, could lessen my first love. Whatever her hatred for books, she learnt to share her bed with my books.

That was till Rags4u came into my life. We met in an online forum discussing books. She was a literature graduate doing P.G. and a bookworm like me. We shared all our knowledge of books. She had a great collection of classics. We talked about fiction, dramas, poetry, genres of literature, Ayn Rand, Harper Lee, Lawrence, Huxley. When at home I used to think about which book should I discuss with her, when at office I used to rush my work so that I may sit at my PC.

I was feeling so good that Sandhya asked one evening why was I so excited these days. "I am in love with Rags4u," I told a confused Sandhya, " Well not that I don't love you, you are my life, but I cant imagine a day without talking to Rags4u. I feel great when I see her online. Whenever I read a good novel I want to share with her. I think this is love, platonic love, Sandhya".

She was smiling. I think she has understood me. After all she is my second love.

Anonymous

I love the way you look at me,

Your eyes so bright and blue.

I love the way you kiss me,

Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,

And the ways you show you care.

I love the way you say I Love You,

And the way you're always there.

I love the way you touch me,

Always sending chills down my spine.

I love that you are with me,

And glad that you are mine.

WONDER

Dok.Saab (MKS)

I wonder what should I write for Creative Liaisons this fortnight?

Or rather why should I write ?

Why does one write, or for that matter why any one pursues any creative work? Swantah sukhay (for pleasing self) as Goswami Tulsidas said when he wrote the Ram Charit Manas.

But I am no Tulsidas. I yearn for appreciation, or criticism. Bouquets and Brickbats !!

Whats the point of showing your creativity if there is no one to watch and clap.Jangal me mor naachaa kisne dekha?

That is what was happening to Rashi's laudable efforts to initiate creative competition between her friends. I wished people would take part , or at least comment and criticize. But none happened, and the last word went unchallenged. I too decided not to write on illusion.

But today, an interview of Sushmita Sen, former Miss world, changed my opinion. She said, "Cinema allows me to exhale. Its no longer about impressing other people but expressing myself."

And here I am, writing for the word of this fortnight, least bothering whether any one will read this, whether they will like it or laugh at it. And I am content.

I wonder , not why, but what should I write for the Creative Liaisons this fortnight.

Rashi

When we were kids our fears, our dreams, our miracles and our wishes were so small in magnitude....

I remember that one day our cable-wallahs were on strike and I desparately wanted to see my favourite Batman cartoon because in trade for that I had studied for 3 hours

I had prayed so hard that my cable should work by the time of the show...I had hoped God would hear me..

I had promised Him ladoos to make his decision sway in my favour... I had hoped for a miracle...and then by God's grace the cable was back by the time of the show...

And that nite till I fell I sleep I had wondered does Bhagwanji like ladoos that much??

Today as I sit down to write this ..with so many things wrong so many things that need to be fixed..so many disasters to be averted I want to look up..and ask Him how many Laddos will it take to bring backto life my friends who had passed away in the Delhi and Mumbai bomblasts?I wonder how many laddos should I promise Him to stop the injustice happenning in Iran and Kashmir?

Smiti

I sang..

wonder wonder lil star

what ur and my fates are..

and yet..

wonder is my lover

sees me masking in my cover

but I..

wonder as I wander

which is my greatest fear?

Aiman Khan

The night was so silent

I was reminded of him

Leaves shining with dewdrops

And the moonlight dim

As I slowly walked

Lonely by the green

Memories flashed back to the time

When fate was not so mean

I remembered the time

When I was carefree

But what did I know then

All that was going to be

Life had changed

In that single day

When we parted our paths

And moved on our way

It was fate that we met

And destiny we separated

I thought God would help

But it was like he hadn’t existed

Wonder this was all there was

We met and we parted

But these memories will forever...

Leave my heart darted.

WISH

Ameet

4000 miles away from home, the cold morning winds by the bay, congregated by millions of sea gulls, whose tirless deafening shrills seem to fill the air with a melee of discord, and yet your thoughts make me feel restful with no elements of obscurity. The feel of fur seem so dimunitive to your touch. I wished your were there, you were...

On a warm Sunday afternoon, a walk by the Lunteren beach seemed like an exciting proposition. More so, the fact that your memories were entrenched deep down, the moment I had walked towards the airport and knowing that 2 months in the European far lands would seem like a lifetime of seperation.I wished you were there, and you were..

In the dim lights of the Havana, where you give in to your deepest desires, with the splendours of the fair skin hemmed in, making your soul unite with the music and your body swaying to its temptation with sheer gusto and enthusiasm, how I wished you were there, and you were..Finally, the thought of being snuggled in those arms, sent a cold yet an enthused shiver down my spine, as i smile hidden from the inquisitive eyes that surround me a thousand feet up in the air, slowly closing towards home.I knew you would be there, but you were not...

How I wished you had never left ...

Rashi

I look up at the falling star..

Nothing to lose

All I want is you

I wish..

You were here or I

Was there with you .

Dok. Saab

I wish I could sing...

but did not find a song

I wish I could write...

but did not find a story

I wish I could fly...

but did not find the wings

I wish I could dance...

but did not find the steps

So many things I wished I could...

but did not find the wishing well.