It was over 7.45pm. The last bus to my home will start within 15 minutes. I swiftly closed all windows, logged off my machine, and closed my drawer. Taking the bag onto my shoulder, I moved out of my desk, walking towards the corridor swiping out my id card. At the corridor, he joined me, with a blank face. He too maybe going home, in his bike.
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11 months ago:
It was over 5.30pm. The first bus was at 6.30pm. The new mail notification was smiling at me at the system tray. It was the mail from him.
“Hello, when leaving?”
“Not decided. What about you?”
“Not much work today. I may leave by 6.30”
“Hmm..Ok, catch a seat for me too”.. “if possible..”
“If possible huh??? I will think about it..”
“Keep thinking.. But inform me before the bus goes.. 
, I wonder what is there to think!!”
“Like whether I need to bear your chitchat whole while in bus n all…”
“..What!!…”
“..hehe…”
“……”
“…”
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(more…)
Ek nayi raah hai, ek nayi aas hai,
humsafar ban ne ka ehsaas hai,
pyar tho sirf bol hai,
saath nibhana hi sabse anmol hai…
Lambi safar hai, raastha shayad katin hai,
agar neev ho vishwas ki, ban jaatha aasaan hai,
Rishte jaise ped hai, pyar tho sirf phool hai,
samajdhari hi dali hai, wahi sabse anmol hai…
Mann mein kayi raaz hai, jaise phool par kaante hai,
simte hue rishte mein, karte ve chedh hai,
bandh kamrein mein raaz dabaana hi bhool hai,
udne do khuli hawa mein usko, sachhai hi sabse anmol hai..
Ab tho yahi prarthana hai, yahi dua hai,
Har rishtha tho usee ki dhen hai,
Denge saath hamesha, ye sab tho sirf bol hai,
saath nibhaana hi sabse anmol hai…
Happy Valentines Day… 
Just browsed in to see what state I was last year, and I got this…
PS: Dedicated to RK…
The rise of a new dawn,
Or is it another dusk,
Yet another week forlorn,
When bygone memories sink
Change is needed indeed,
But not that much to carry the soul away,
Thats too much then I feel,
To live a life with dead hearts which doesn’t awake,
Some say, life is a quest,
From which we churn the answers,
And very few do we trust,
Amidst the hunt, without fears,
Why the customs n the rules,
If they cannot sustain the bonds,
Its hard to live like a mute,
To pertain to life without fonds,
But why blame the rules, when the near can stand
To wash away the pearls and golden moments,
As if all the hope and love I do is just pretend,
And giving back is not worth even a few cents!
Its time I realize my priorities; they explain,
But to foresee not, the throne i bestow them,
Their blindness do pricks, and thrusts damn pain,
After all, how can they do to me such a maim!!!
Its the end of October
And the start of November
Splashing across are waves; tender,
yet along with the rains n thunder.
The season is now full of blues,
In its best is the November rain,
Brings along a writhing pain,
With the unhappy events and news.
The shades are mostly blue n black
Seems the blue sun is too behind clouds,
The dispiriting mood swings are back,
The mind too reached the level of grounds
The prevailing atmosphere,
The wailing sky,
The dampening moisture,
The cold winds blowing high,
The sprinkling rain drops,
The immersed tears,
The thickened fog,
The growing fears,
The distant horizon,
The dormant expectations,
The glaring vision,
The never-ending confusions…
You smile and you end up laughing, when some people wish you on your birthday,
But then again, you start smiling when some do not wish you at the end of the day,
You cry and you end up burning inside, when someone does not wish you on your birthday,
But then again, you start crying when someone do wish you at the end of the day.
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