“We’re talking about love, the strangest and the most beautiful feeling in the world” – ‘Christmas on the Carousel’.
I was surfing through the internet to watch some Christmas movie, and I came accross this movie named ‘Christmas on the Carousel’.
Most of the movies under the romance genre are about fantasizing the love we have for the other person. This movie stands out from that cliche. This is a 71 minute movie, which is not so fancy, not so intimidating as such. However, what I would say in 1 word is that this movie was just “Beautiful”. Sometimes it’s better to watch something with which we can very closely relate to, like the real human world stuff. This movie offers you that. A perfect, small, touching and beautiful story. I must recommend every romance movie lover to watch this movie atleast once.
I dissolve in you, your body, and your soul dwelling into me. Staying awake amidst, the shorgul of town. Your smell, your essense is enough to put life into the dreary desert of my heart. Meeting you every now and then, it all doesn’t feel enough. For like every heart requires, the stream of blood to flow through it. I require, you to engulf within me, and our souls, they merge, so intensely, that even the cupid would fall onto earth, to seek our blessings. I want to die in you, you still keep me alive. I want to lose thyself in your darkness, thee still drag me out to light. I don’t deserve you, you still embrace every nickle of blood, that flows in me. This ain’t a filthy manifestation nor it is my search to survive. This is love, the love, within you I strive, within you I find. – aadi
Shivering, much isn’t it ? Manifesting thyself, in you. Like a leaf falling, in Autumn, knowing, will die, yet falling. This all never ends, the manifestation, of you. Every page of my book, bleeds, you. For it shall never be dead, in my head, it shall stay. The love, that I felt, I feel, I have it, still. That scar I left, though upon you stretches towards me. Within the soul, it still exists, you, your eyes and what we felt. I left a void, my fault, my pain. I say it out now, my heart, still beats, in your soul. I live in a fairytale, knowing, I might not yet desrve you. Yet, I tell you how, your name exists, in each and every drop of blood that stays within me. You’re not here, still you, me and the heart till death do us apart. – Aaditya Bajpai
It was then, when I met, this girl. Brown hairs, and sheen in her eyes. Just a glimpse of her, that lightened up my skies.
The next day, I went to the same place, with showers of sunlight upon my head, I saw her, reading a book, waiting, a little far away, just to get a look.
We were connected, I knew that, somewhere and somehow. All that was needed, was a flicker, a flicker of light.
It happened, we talked. From favourite flowers,to zodiac signs, all of it was beautiful, and I was about to say it all.
It was since then, that I don’t remember, her name, the place, the world, anything. Its all blank now, back to the darkness, back to somewhere, that I don’t know.
All that was left in my head, was a blurred potrait of hers. I tried looking around, asking people, but the darkness had just grasped me so tight.
This all bothers me, strikes my conscience, creates a hole in it and it hurts.
I think it was some, faded memories, distant past, or some dream. At the darkest of the Hours, amdist the ocean of stars, while falling asleep.
Nothing seemed right, untill it was for you. To this broken lamp, like a source of light came you.
These letters won’t bother you, for they won’t ever leave my place. The ink would just get dry, and who knows, one day these letters might get lost in haze.
Just the moon will know, what all you meant for me. Just the stars will know, all the letters that I wrote to you.
These letters, though so many, yet they all depict the same. I won’t ever stop writing them, for these are my escape. You are not close enough, still I am close to you. Because, Nothing seemed right, untill it was for you. – aadi.
They asked, as to how I write these lines, what was and is my need.
Why only poetry, Why not stories, Why not tales.
‘Everything is so easy for you, able express yourself, through these words’.
I smiled, and left. It is not their fault. No one knows.
That I am drowning, into an ocean, dark and high.
An ocean of words, where there’s no way up, all I think and am lured to go is deep. This is what’s my need. I myself am made up of stories, and Poetry is what I bleed. -aadi
It never seemed right until it was for you. To this forgotten candle, like a light, came you.
Darkness, my old friend, stabbed me in the back. To heal this wound, like a cure, came you.
In death you were the one who made me feel most alive, and it was then when I knew, why the world doesn’t seem good, I have been looking at the wrong place, because my world, that’s you. -aadi bajpai
Aaditya Bajpai 