...in love with me and life

And..

2013-04-28T21:35:00.001+05:30

Eyes closed,
As fingers trail down her neck,
Tracing curves.

Smell of her perfume,
Whispering breaths,
Dancing through midnight.

Arms wrapped,
Engraved in each other.

Soft music, loud noises;
Too crowded,
Yet alone,
Together.

Staring into each other’s eyes,
Digging souls.
Secrets revealed.

Our skins brushed,
Lips at whispering distance,

Hours passed by,
felt like seconds.
Music ended,
we began.

Kissed her ears,
Whispered a promise,
to never love anyone else, ever.
If I ever lost her.

And then we cried,
And smiled,
And all she said..
You are mine,
And I love you..

And..
we kissed..

About dreams kissing reality..

2013-03-30T01:56:00.001+05:30

When dreams kissed reality,
sunshine touched clouds,
winds whispered rains..

That holding you tight,
and losing my fingers,
sanity,
in your curls
and in the depth of your eyes..

Of wicked temptations,
careless whispers,
exploring curves..

To stumble through your lips
until I kiss you deep, where I'll rest my soul.
To sing a note
soft, gentle, in the golden husk of dawn.

Because you I remember,
like my each breath is written with your name.

For you are who I live,
and love.

Look for your answers in my breaths.

2013-02-12T16:29:00.001+05:30

Look, I don’t know. And I’m hanging up now, have a long day tomorrow.
Okay, but talk for a minute? Puh-leeeez, Sahil. Pleassse!?

Yes, Riddhi. What?
Do you love me?

Are you serious, it’s 4 in the morning!!?
Sahil, that doesn’t answer my question.

I love you, a lot. Why did you ask, is it all fine?
Hmm.. Was just trying to understand, why?

What? What, why?
Why on earth do you love ME?

Why have you never bothered about growing up?
Shut up! I’m not a kid. And just answer!

Okay answer me first, tell me why do I like breathing?
Huh? There is nothing about liking it. You’d stop existing if you don’t.

Hmm.. So?
..So you mean it’s only because you love me and that is why you exist?

Something like that, yes. And can we sleep now? Will call you in the morning, first thing.
Okayyyy! Good night, Sahil. Bbbbyeee!

Kiddo! Good nig…
Aaaaannd wait, you’re my breaths too.

...
...

Let me touch you, for I miss my own life.

2013-02-02T01:03:00.001+05:30

Let me hold you. Let me read out loud your heart's wishes, from the tears of your eyes.

Let me feel your warmth, this cold burns me.

Let me touch you and calm the burning storm, a volcano of emotions.

Let me hear your heart, how it whispers my name.

Let me read your bright loving eyes, to forget how ugly this world looks like.

Let me know, if your soul craves for mine.

Let me go deep in you, I think you think of me too.

Let me stop missing you, for the breeze keeps whispering your name into my soul.

Let me hurt you, so I’ll know it’s real.

Let me hear you, in your silence.

Let me be, for you want me to be.

Let me touch you, for I miss my own life.

Let me.

Just.

Let me.

An Escape From Reality

2013-01-23T22:23:00.001+05:30

Fireflies in her eyes, painted on the canvas of life.
A beautiful lie, inviting sins on her velvety skin.

To desire her, is to hold a flicker of light through a storm.
For she is a dream held on with open eyes.

An intangible tempest, holding war with the sunshine.
A distant wish, to hold her once, like she is, just mine.

Luscious, appealing, charming and not yet revealing.
A flirtatious disaster, her images hold a fire burning.

That light, radiance, slipping from her every pore.
Not an illusion, but an escape from reality.

To not understand her, yet be within her.
Not just touching, but caressing her soul deep.

Like her charm, speaking in sinful whispers.
Exquisite, sublime her curves, I stand submitted for her to be murdered.

Oblivious to what’s right or wrong.
She tempts without tempting to hear her breaths like a song.

Forbidden, yet a sacrilegious wish, so beautiful,
Willing to be chastised through a heinous sin.

To hold and to surrender,
To her breathtakingly adorable,
To live through my dying hopes,
She,
Holding life,
And my will to surrender,
A dream,
To kiss,
Someday,
Some moments,
Of her,
Like heaven.
An escape from reality.

Adobe Certification Exams for Photographers

2013-01-22T18:29:00.000+05:30

Photographers have four Adobe certification exams in two different Adobe solutions from which to choose when seeking to document their professional expertise and product specific skills and knowledge. All of the available exams earn successful test takers an Adobe Certified Expert (ACE) certification, allowing them to build their formal credentials and expand their area of validated expertise in their field.

The first two exams offered specifically for photographers focus on the Adobe Lightroom platform and include the Ligthtroom 2 (9A0-125) and the Lightroom 3 (9A0-159) exams. Both the 9A0-125 and the 9A0-159 exams demands photographers not only master the Lightroom platform, but are also capable of working with other Adobe products, including Camera Raw, Bridge and Photoshop.

The remaining photography-focused certification exams offered by Adobe cover the CS5 and CS6 versions of Photoshop. The Adobe Photoshop CS5 exam (9A0-150) required candidates to be capable of manipulating images, working with graphics, and staging files for output to print and web. The Photoshop CS6 exam also demands the mastery of these same skills, in addition to working with images in preparation for output to video as well.

Regardless of which Adobe certification exam candidates decide to pursue, they should gain hands on experience with program in which they intend to test before scheduling their exam. Successful candidates also take advantage of other exam prep resources, including tutorials and practice exam sessions offered by providers like TestsLive.com.

To set on fire, her frozen lips.

2013-01-13T15:23:00.001+05:30

To set on fire her frozen lips,
So she can feel her lost bliss.

To kill her past,
Holding her as prisoner in dead memories.

To free her soul,
Of the apprehensions and decisions.

To find tears in her eyes,
Like finding an ocean in the desert.

To breathe colour into her skin,
Of frozen blood and sin.

To make her mine,
Hers, and mine.

To set on fire her frozen lips,
So she can feel her lost bliss.

That winter.

2012-12-23T00:24:00.001+05:30

December

It was the first snow of the season. She woke up in his arms, while he whiskered away her hair out of her eyes and smiled. She questioned in a sleepy voice, “Smiling, why?'

He answered, “I think I have a new year’s resolution already!”

“Really? Tell me, wha..” she couldn’t finish her question before he answered, “I'll not break anything anymore.” And in that very moment, he kissed her, “Promise, beautiful I won't leave you broken again.”

That kiss and the promise marked a new beginning for them.

...

January

“You know, I love snowflakes” he said while touching her lips; “and you’re like one to me. Strong yet melting away..” he added.

…

March

A bright sunshine morning. He had already left her alone, broke his own new year’s resolution and her heart too. She realized how he loved the snowflakes and not water. How he loved what she was and not what she might become.

But he left her with an end.

And a sunshine.

And for another new beginning.

To Leave And Stay.

2012-12-10T20:46:00.001+05:30

You left me.
But you stayed in me.

What’s meant to be.
May not always be.

Your soul walked away.
Tearing us both apart.

But..
Hold on!

Did you forget?
Taking back your heart.

Love couldn’t live.
Wouldn’t die too.

She.

2012-11-25T22:40:00.001+05:30

“She is as beautiful as is love expressed in whispers,
radiant yet still,
silvery dust of the moonlight,
misty leaves on the river’s bed.

Always in my sight,
I stand,
always close behind.
She can’t hide,
while playing in my mind.

All! That I wanted,
All! That I needed,
All! That I loved to love,
The air that I breathe!
A pain that I feel,
She thought unreal,
stays in my dreams.
Everything.
All,
I ever imagined.

But is she..?"

"Delicate??
Grand?"

"No,
She is bits of the heaven left for me to admire.
She is beautiful,
but oblivious,
but she will see that in my eyes."

"Sure, is she yours?"
"No."

"Then?"
"She is her own,
And forever,
mine"

To love and live happily after, ever.

2012-11-17T21:46:00.001+05:30

"Let’s just go away, somewhere?"
"From where?"

"From here, to anywhere"
"Yes, we may. But.... Tell me where do we go?"

"Does that really as long as we’re together?"
"It does, really!"

"No, it doesn't. We must take one step at a time and then one more and another and see where we reach."
"Okay. But.. what if we find ourselves reaching a place worse?"

"Then we walk, again. Not so hard really, and probably we'll end up in a better place that we'd like some day and…”
"We live happily ever after!?"

"Not too sure. Something may happen, or go wrong again. And we’ll have to move.."
"Oh! Then.. what?"

"Nothing. We keep trying, keep walking until some day...."
"Some day...?"

"Some day we will.."
"Will what?"

"Live happily after, ever."

Forbidden, love.

2012-10-14T00:03:00.001+05:30

Loving secretly,
Known just as friends,
If they know,
It’d be forced to end.

Her warm and soft lips,
The natural softest pink,
Joined with mine for a kiss,
Our souls become a link.

I smile at her,
And she back at me,
What else could we do,
If someone were to see.

She’s the only star,
Who is in my sight,
May be far,
But she’ll always be light.

Our love is rightly wrong,
Of the world, we still fear.
But our love was a song,
Not for everyone to hear.

Someday, I think,
Of stealing her,
To set us free,
And make her mine. Just.

But till that day,
Hold on, strong.
For we’ll meet alone,
Every mark hidden,
Never to be known,
For our love is forbidden.

Intoxicating Love.

2012-09-29T20:38:00.001+05:30

My lips against hers,
Those soul engulfing silent whispers.

Slipping my tongue through hers,
Burning passions fuelled our desires.

Stared deep into her oceanic eyes,
To find dreams similar to mine.

Sliding my hands against her thighs,
Kisses and the deep sighs.

Enamored by the softness of her lips,
How I wish it would never ended.

For within me I held the one,
Lady I loved.

Who makes my heart rush with,
Her most delicately deep touch.

We loved till,
The universe and the pains, mattered no more.

Promises, broken for love.

2012-09-23T21:59:00.001+05:30

She: You know we can try and make this work.
             He: I guess, we can.

She: But you need to assure me of certain things? Can you promise?
             He: Like?

She: Like, give me a promise me that you’ll never leave the hand soap box empty. You’ve to promise me when when you drop that cup of tea, instead of leaving it like that you will clean it up.
             He: No, I won’t promise all that. But take my word for this I’ll never leave you hands and your life empty of all the happiness. I promise to be there for every drop of tear, that life may ever offer you and clean it up with kisses.

She: I think I can manage with that.
              He: And I’ll need some promises too?

She: Let me know, I can try.
              He: You should never drag me along in chick-movie, where the guy cries more than the girl. Promise me you won’t spend half of my salary on dresses and shoes you’d probably never even wear.

She: Not done. But I will drag you along into the bed when we’re soaked to the bone with rain and our teeth are clicking and our hands are the only things warm on our bodies. I will promise that I’ll spend half my thoughts on ‘you’ and the other half on ‘us.’ And yes..
              He: Yes?

She: You’ve to love me the first thing in the morning even when my breath smells like last night and poor decisions. And to love me in the afternoon when I’m upset at you because your love would keep me in senses. Promise to love me at night when I’m cooking and impatient for that dinner because I couldn’t taste the food before serving as I was thinking about tasting your collarbone.
He: Quite simple for me, I promise to love you always. Even when you’re stupid, gross, irritating or embarrassing.

She: Thanks! And I’ll try to be a little more sane.
He: LIAR!

Of dying hopes, a fading voice and love forever.

2012-09-16T20:06:00.001+05:30

She never left staring outside the window since the last two days.

In spite of the world tried to convince how impossible it was, she felt content and hopes of finding those precious memories she seem to have now lost. May be she will hear the thunderous sound of his bike once more which would freeze right outside her house and she could reach out to the door to hug him again.

Time froze in those moments
Earth used to skip a spin
Her thoughts used to fade
With him, everyday a new life begin.

Even against her hopeless hopes, the unchanging view outside the window made her think how dwelling on past is useless and there is nothing to happen, anymore. But Arjun remained in her breaths, her soul.

"Why don’t you ever get fat?" he had teased her once, leaning towards her while she enjoyed her favorite chocolate ice-cream. She looked at at him and her smile widened. The dimple was back on her cheek as she grinned at him, her blue eyes shimmering like the sun-kissed surface of some perpetually tranquil ocean. Her hair was a piece of art in itself, glowing with masterful strokes of brown and auburn and gold.

They shared those moment like
Riding on a wondrous flow
Of love's mighty river
Such passion no one ever know.

Back in the present, she lost a breath and skipped many heart-beats at the almost tangible memories of his hands. By fate’s cruel ways, life ensured that she would never feel those strong hands around her again.

But his touch wasn't all that she longed for. Nor was his smile. What she wished for the most was the sound of him saying her name:

"Isabel."

Amazing when someone in love with you, how they take your name is different. You know your name is safe in their mouth. The sound of it in his mouth was exquisite, like chocolate melting slowly on the tongue. Whether it was a soft, intimate murmur or a faraway call, the sound was just as beautiful. But...

No, she thought, moving away from the window for the first time since his funeral. He would never be completely gone nor would he be completely hers anymore, thought Isabel.

Calls Unanswered. A Letter Unread.

2012-09-03T21:38:00.001+05:30

27th July, 2010.
12:30 am
She calls him for the first time.

"Hi."
...
*voice-mail*
...
"You there?"
...
"Say something?"
...
"Please talk, when you can. Bye!"

12:45 am
The 2nd time.

"I know you’re there. Aren’t you?"
...
"Listen, Arjun. Its very urgent!"
...
”Go to hell.”

12:52 am
The 3rd time.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean that.”
...
"Talk, please?"
...
"You know I can’t bear this much pain anymore.. I need to hear you!"

1:25 am
The 4th time.

"Please.....Please. I'm begging!"
...
"Okay, I won't do it anymore. Goodbye!"

1:29 am
The 5th and the last time.

"Seems I’ve bothered you enough."
...
"I know you’re listening, Arjun."
...
"You will regret. Or may be I will. Bye."

2:34 am
Arjun calls her back

*voice-mail*
"Hey! You wanted to talk? Sorry, I was away at a friend’s party.."
...
Hello Aisha?
...
"I think you’ve slept, give me a call. And take care"

29th July, 2012
A note.

Dear whoever is reading,

You discovered this letter too late. I’m no more. I wanted to talk to him but I wasn’t as necessary to him. I hope he now realizes how much he meant to me, but I just got tired of waiting. May be I didn’t have enough patience or may be he never loved me. Or may be I loved him more than I should’ve..


         ~Yours forever,
                                            Aisha..

Blue Tiffin-box

2012-08-27T22:56:00.001+05:30

That was once rushed affair. That had always been one. Just back from her college, she had rummaged through her whole wardrobe for the want of better clothes to be shoved inside her bag. A spring in every step she had; a song in her heart. She had been packing her bags to go home that day. Going home at that time of the year had always been easy. She could easily manage sufficient leaves to afford enough time to rest at home and enjoy homecoming.

With clothes half folded in her hands, she went inside the kitchen to grab a bite. She opened her fridge and her eyes set on a blue Tiffin box. A deluge of emotions engulfed her and she was swept with memories from two years back, when around this time she had been leaving for her place. Only, she hadn’t been working then. She had been a student. She had been away from her home to pursue what at that time seemed most important to her. And in this most important endeavor of hers, she had struggled to ward off all possible distractions.

Nothing had changed since then. The slight drizzle, a heavy downpour, a soft breeze and a happy heart, all felt the same, even now.

A call from home brought her back to the present. She had been asked to leave early, lest she is hindered by inundated roads and a dead traffic. It had rained cats and dogs that day, stopping only for a while. The voracity of rain had always been overwhelming for her. And to her happiness, the still overcast sky brought with it a promise of more rain. The breeze wafted through the curtains. The mellifluous music blared through the room, stirring up emotions she knew so well ; bringing back memories which have always been priceless.

Memories they were, beautiful and refreshing. Unfading memories. Memories, which mirrored her with herself; which had become an indispensable part of her existence. Memories, in the wake of which, time elapsed only to archive beautiful recollections in the landscape of mind; in the wake of which, the infinite time coyly yielded to the mind; the mind, which had beheld those memories timelessly.

“The tide recedes, yet leaves behind bright seashells son the sand,

The sun goes down, but the gentle warmth still lingers on the land,

The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains,

For every joy that passes something beautiful remains”

The song and the ambience reminded her of her days as a student living in a clumsy colony with houses colossal and old, yet houses weathered and washed, over the years, by the heavy rain. Lined by contracting lanes and thatched environs was her dwelling. It reminded her of the monsoons when she had stood perched on the railing of her balcony watching the water drops line and fall off the edge of the Peeple tree that shrouded her window completely. It reminded her of the water logged lanes below and paper boats that she had made and sailed in her balcony. It took her to the hustle and bustle of students in and around her institute, wading through the waist level waters to attend their classes; to the temple nearby and the ringing of the bells every evening. It brought her back the days of the gentle breeze, of the cozy nights and the lazy mornings. It made her reminiscent of her hot pursuit; of the newspapers damp with rain water every morning. It reminded her of the hot mug of coffee she had sipped from; of the hot mug of coffee she had shared with him sitting inside that coffee shop. It reminded her of the monsoons when he had left her to move to a place where he could fulfill his dreams, leaving behind his memories and that blue Tiffin box.

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About the author : Stuti Dhyani or the one who finds the world in a grain of sand. To me, she has always been one friend to who I could talk my mind out and who’d patiently listen and would never judge. We met just once, when she lost a bowling game and since the last two years she must be secretly learning to bowl before we meet again. Jokes apart she is as beautiful as her words and you must find her words on her blog - A Grain of Sand.

She Wanted Him And Winter Back..

2012-08-14T23:25:00.001+05:30

She realized she misses him the most in the winters. When they were together, they belonged to the cold waves; trees may have lost their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the warmth of love kept them happy. It was a time when they could leave early from their work and leave friends behind to meet and dream. Their time for stargazing. Their time. Of togetherness.

She felt broken and alone. In the warmth of a bonfire or the wind of a highway. She kept thinking: “He would have loved all this so much..” and got lost in the memories of walking through the lake side, throwing stones together and dangling their feet in the stars.

A season of early sunrises and fast-moving clouds, of the late night walks and the frozen ice-cream cones. She thought December would last forever.

It's August. But back then, whenever she reached home late, walking across the city in dark, he was always by her side. But he feels far away from her now, and listening to the music he like doesn't bring him any closer too. She misses the windy bus rides home and barefoot walking in the dust. She misses singing the poetry, he wrote for her. She miss serenity.

For the rest of their lives, wanderlust will carry them across the seven seas and memories will slip through their fingers like sand.

She was waiting to see him when the sun hits the horizon and this time, they'll walk across the water together.

Her hopes against hopelessness, her dreams against nightmares and her wishes against reality made her forget the he would never come back from heaven and back from that flight crash which separated them, forever.

Unearthed.

2012-08-08T22:51:00.001+05:30

Kiss by kiss, unbuttoned.

Touch by touch, unzipped.

Soul by soul, loved

Deep, the bullet lies..

2012-07-28T18:58:00.003+05:30

"Dammit! Don’t you feel anymore? Are you so cold now!?"

Her word shook me inside out. I looked up from my laptop and out of the fogged window-glass. I always loved cold. Pushed the window open, felt the air on my skin and watched it play with her hair.

"I’m talking to you, hello?"

"… Hmm," I said still staring at golden flowing hair and her skin, which has the color of life.

"Is your heart dead? Can nothing move you?"

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How I wished I could show her the endless pages of poetry, I wrote for her.

"No, I mean yes," I answered her question in the best way I could’ve ignored it.

"You know you can ignore me, not what you feel. I know you’ve always loved…"

Then! I didn’t kiss her, I should’ve. Just didn’t..

"I can see love in your eyes, but they’re too dry.."

"Yes," I hardly managed to whisper.

"Tears died?"

...

"Speak up, then. Hug me. Hurt me too, for what I’ve done to you. Let me feel you once more, please.. Breathe life in me.."

I closed my laptop’s screen, the light was hurting my eyes. There is some part of me that hangs on every word I don't speak. But I think twice. Thrice. I keep thinking, and never speak. Won't. Or can't. I swallowed the words back and expected to hear some sort of rebuke, but there's nothing.

There was just me.

Saved All My Love for You

2012-07-14T16:41:00.002+05:30

To feel her heartbeats in my sleep,

To sense the fragrance of her skin in my dreams,
To whisper in her ears when she wakes up.

To kiss her soul when she kisses my lips.

These were my thoughts, when you slept within my arms,

Softly, she breathed on my chest.

We wake up to a beautiful life,

Or it's all just a dream, so beautiful.

As I told her about the love I felt for her,

She felt my lips on her ear,

She paused for a moment and breathed,

And said everything I have always wanted to hear.

As We Kiss; Ecstasy.

2012-07-09T21:50:00.004+05:30

Her untamed velvety hands reach me in ways I craved for,

Hurt me in scintillating ways I could never prepare for,

Lets me hold her like I am the only one,

The way she hugs me as we kiss; ecstasy.

Felt her love in the movement of her lips,

Such mild smoothness as she clings to me.

Somewhere my heart actually registers her surprises,

As she looks with the eyes, I find my soul in.

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Like in dreams, much in life; her love blinds me,

In my heart her love completes me,

Like today, I hope tomorrow she'd still crave me,

And yes, I think I'm in love with her, completely.

Just The Way You Are..

2012-06-25T23:16:00.003+05:30

What is it, Anshul?
What? Nothing." "No, is something thing wrong?

Why don’t you tell me...
Have no clue.. what are you talking about?

It’s been a month, I notice you keep staring. Do I stink? Do I dress up so bad? Do I look like a zombie?

You...

Hmm.. Yes?
Saira..

Look... If I offend in anyway, just tell me... get over with this bullshit! I’m leaving..
Saira..

WHAAT?
You smell lovely. Your skin glows with beauty, you’re the reason I feel alive at work. And you don't offend...

Stop joking, Ansh..
Now you know why I've been this silent around you?

Not really..
This might change your mind..

"Rose lips, perched slightly; eyes closed, awaiting for my move

I move forward to her; hesitant, I push my lips to hers

Awkwardness washes over like rain, two pairs of lips

Touching innocently..And we kissed.. "

Do you know, now?
Umm..I think this was how I never thought would be like.. And..

You are adorable, Saira..
Take me out for a dinner, tonight?

Some smiles are beautiful enough to assure innocence still exists!

2012-06-15T22:40:00.001+05:30

She is too pretty; I knew no word combinations could describe her truly.

Her engulfing eyes, her hair full of shine, wish I could call her mine.

Was it her charm or her smile, the best words escaped my lips;

Or was it her defined grace, or the sway of her hips?

The way she dreams, like a Princess with a magical wand,

Blame me but I had my tongue suddenly turned to sand?

Her voice so adorable, just like the ways she greets,

She is an Angel, I should soon meet.

Flawless is, as flawless does,

Outrageous yet admirable like a dove.

Ask me if there is something more, untold well?

Make her smile and that should tell.

Once thought of just another girl,

I was wrong, she is hidden treasure, a pearl.

A radiant Beauty that shines for all to see,
And some smiles are beautiful enough to assure innocence still exist!

Who Am I?

2012-06-10T00:39:00.001+05:30

"Being me.."
However I may be.
Carved by this world,
Not always understood.

I am as you know.
Of a race, ethnicity or a sexuality.
A narcissist, a random stranger, or unappealing you see.
Popular and attractive or just plain carefree.

I think what I feel.
Not what they ask me to.
With their tricks and the perks they offer.
To try and mold me into one of them.

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I can be me, no one else.
Not by any conscious decision.
I am just my mind's honest creation .
Being me is just a feeling

That no one but I understand.
May not be as easy to say.
And not delivering the answer straightaway.
Which gets me back to, "I am me. Happily me!"