Friday, April 8, 2011

It is for Her.


She keeps the secrets in her eyes
She wraps the truth inside her lies
Just when I can't take what she's done to me
She comes to me and leads me back to paradise
She's so hard to hold but I can't let go
I'm a house of cards in a hurricane
A reckless ride in the pouring rain
She cuts me and the pain is all I wanna feel
She'll dance away just like a child
She drives me crazy, drives me wild
But I'm helpless when she smiles
~Back Street Boys

There will be no introductions, there will be no names. Let a single word stand up to the whole ensemble of the myriad plethora of them. Let the word be ‘She’, let this be for ‘Her’, and if it is you, then let it be for ‘You’. Is She my friend? Probably not. Do I know Her, no I don’t think so. Does She know me, most probably, not. Hence I take the liberty to talk today.

This is for Her who puts up a brave face. Not because She is happy, but because She dumps Her negativity in some places at night, or before the next day begins. Some places She calls, ‘Her Blog’ or ‘Her Diary’. If you sift through those pages, there is no pleasure, no signs of it in the present at least. You might find some smiles in the distant past, but even during the penning of that past, the past’s past contained happiness, and that past contained only negativity. Be it yesterday, today or tomorrow, she’ll always talk of the past. Why, because happiness was expended throughout the day and negativity never found a way out, so the ‘Her Blog’ is basically a trash can. And why do we, the people flock there? Because Her love is a symphony even when the strings air only melancholy. This is for Her, because She dumps Her negativity there, and never cares to look at its aftermath. There, Her negativity is incinerated into ashes, which many readers carry along unconsciously, the part they have had a share in or felt touched. 

This is for Her who wants to grow up and rewind in the same thought and breath. Not that She is the only one, but because She pouts more thinking of what She has not, which is very small than what She has. I know Her and I don’t know Her, sometimes it is frustrating. She’s a darling to many and She can’t take it, why? Because She thinks this is what people do to other weak people, because they are weak and need support. Gosh, She has a high head! She wants to be loved, in secret. She wants to love secretly. She likes dangling between the uncertainty and the surety, like plucking the petals of a flower one by one, ‘He loves me’, ‘He loves me not’. Oh, look at Her smile when ‘He loves her’ and look at the hope with which She picks up another flower when ‘He loves her not’. To Her, because She is confused but hopeful nevertheless. Girl, there will always be a jerk, (I’ll call him so for making you wait even if he were a ‘arte de perfecto’) who won’t be that weak in the knees, who might hesitate to say those three words to you, just don’t cry when he really does, he wants to see you smile, the way you do when ‘He loves you’.

This is for the girl, who laughs a lot. Not because You have a lot of friends and what they mean to You, but because of what You mean to them. Your ever lasting smiles make You an easy choice to be friends with, and You being a constant chatterbox ensure an engaged company. But girl look out if Your smiles are being taken in the wrong sense as are taken too often. Beware that Your ease to befriend be taken as desperation by many, too easy for them, too naive. They speak both high and low of you. And when they do, I sincerely wish that You find someone for once (and let that once be forever), who’ll look beyond that smile, into You. The world might be crippled with degraded thinking of misusing God gifts, but it isn’t devoid of good people either. Don’t trust too easily, wolves dressed as sheep run amok. Don’t let Your smile be defiled and devastated by the infidels who are just waiting in the shadows, bidding on your benevolence that You’ll just run right into their lair. This is for you.

I've heard bad things about the city and i'm told that they're true
Better watch out for those guys out there they're gonna hit on you
So don't talk to no strangers - no it ain't your style
Don't give up when the chips are down - just turn around and smile
~Bryan Adams

And this is for Her, who doesn’t know what it is, this place, to me. I just might set this place on fire someday, so that it remains untouched, unharmed, in peace.

I ain't lookin' for prayers or pity
I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch
I just want someone to talk to
And a little of that human touch
~Bruce Springsteen


P.S.: Maybe I would write of more ‘Her’ and more ‘You’ and more ‘She’, but not today, not now.
P.P.S: Do take the liberty to use a ‘He’, ‘His’, ‘Him’ if you want to, the ensemble comprises of him too.

71 comments:

Deepika said...

Oh.. My.. God..
To hell with my oath of not coming to blogger when i have a major exam on sunday.. This is worth it.
I read, re-read.. And will re-re-read after commenting.
A beautiful piece.. The things you said were like a rain of rose petals.. Don't know how to tell soothing it was to read it all.. Again and again. Just too too beautiful and touching.
This time not the words, but the feel it had.. Amazing.
Let there be more of these 'her' and 'she' posts.. :)
*bows* *claps*

♥ Duchess ♥ said...

mmri liye mera bf aisi poem likhta to mai behosh ho jaati...:D

Fatima said...

Another good one penned down by you Anshul *claps*

Thought a lot...even tried to put it into words but just couldn't despite getting time to think over it :D

So, I guess I need not say or scribble anything more coz some people can really understand the silence behind!

At the end it was touching...

Take Care

Tanvi said...

Anshul lately your writings are going more into her.... :P Its a beautiful peace of writing :) :)

Cheers,

Simran said...

Wonderful post :)

Chandana said...

yes even i noticed.. there are a lot of posts about 'Her' these days :)

Anyway seriously,it was really touching.. for a moment it felt like there is at least someone recognizes and acknowledges all that a girl goes through!

Giribala said...

Ahem...the mysterious 'Her'! May all your goodwill reach Her :-)

Red Handed said...

The ladies would fight till death to become your HER or SHE or YOU after reading this post of yours.

Beautiful is an intimidating word!!
Words with such eloquence and purity are rarely bumped into!

Honored!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Deepika
Such oaths shouldn't be taken.
(bows back to you) Thank You Madame!

@Duchess
Kuch to alag ho mujhme :P
Waise where was poetry?

@Fatima
Thank You :)

@Tanvi
Only if I knew her name, or even her face, I'd have given her something more subtle. Well, only if you'd rewind then there were no names earlier either. It was He and She only.
:P

@Simran
:)

@Chandana
To you too, rewind back, She's always been there. Plus, read carefully, there is a P.P.S. unedited.

@Giribala
What if I said, I say it to no one in particular, so I say it to all of you,
Friends, Romans, Countrymen
Lend me your ears.


@Red Handed
Let the choice be unto me and only me. If they were to fight, they already lost it. :P

Rachana Shakyawar said...

OMG! I just an hour back updated my status at fb, latter when I checked the updates from other ppl n saw this link...no wonder the picture tempted me to see..and as i read it...& you can make out haw many times i have read it ever since then....It is so awesome...touch the heart string absolutely...wonder what went into your head n heart that you wrote so...the girl..whoever she is...I being a gurl probably felt it ws me...like any other gurl reader must hav felt...so sweet so innocent so correct so clear...so lovely to read and effortless to praise your efforts for writing using the best sweetest n simplest yet splendid words...!!!

Only request...kindly try to write more such posts..i jst love the kind of prospective you show and reflect in your art!!!
~Keep the Spark Alive..

mk said...

hmm..ur lady love would certainly be impressed...
lovely lines, and also the collections...pieces from the song part....

certainly, 'Her' would be there for you...listening and reading...waiting for you :P :)

hopelessly flawed said...

thank you for making me smile...really smile.

This piece is beautiful..it is so alive..with so much of positivity...

feels like i had a spoon of my favorite ice cream..felt that good :)

Rekha said...

Not going comment on the words because no comment will be quite worthy of what's poured out for all to see. You have a talent of seeing things in a unique way like Paulami and I do hope the incineration doesn't happen for a long, long time.

subtlescribbler said...

first of all, thnks God i know u name..coz ur pen name was wayyyy tooo biggg :P

ahem, so Anshul, ek teer se kitne shikaar? Calling 'him' a jerk and even more shikaars!

very poignantly penned, makes an appealing and lasting read...and not to forget, a very different post which is what i like most in ur writings..keep it up :D

sarah

Cinderella said...

I can only smile.
For I have pictures and images
of faces in my head.
I have the words - to and fro
and I have the repertoire - hither and thither.

I can only smile, just so,
there is a lil something I know.

:)

Paulami said...

OMG!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Rachana
Its been a long time you've been here. I will try to keep up to your expectations :)

@mk
Oh, how I wish... :)

@Hopelessly Flawed
:) Enjoy your spoonful of delicious ice cream.

@Rekha
But why? I think if she exists, it is a very healthy habit.

@Sarah
Look again at what I have done, maybe you'll find something else. I vehemently oppose myself being a shikaari. :P

@Cinderella
Girl, come over to the other side of the ring. Its hard to defend my 'Her' alone when so many readers want to put her in Human form. Show them the faces you see.

@Paulami
Are you OK? :D

Misty Rhythm said...

wow. seriously, this absolutely took my breath away. i'm sure this tugged many a heartstrings in blogsville.
i know it touched me :)

I think 'she' writes to survive, so 'she' can love and laugh and cry and do whatever needs to be done to live. i'm sure she'd be glad if she knew you know so already.

Chandana said...

yes i read it, understood it. just responded from my point of view.. :)
it felt that way for a moment.

Nehha N Josshi said...

Read something meaningful from a guy about some girl...after a long long time!

Saumya said...

could so deeply connect to this....and I'm amazed this piece of writeup is written by a guy!!

just awesome....

SUB said...

WoW!!! great post....loved reading it...:-)

vaisakhi said...

lovely write....could read it again and again n still fall in love with this piece all over again...:)..very meaninful...n could connct to so many things u ve mentiond in this write...simply superb.:)

Prateek said...

I enjoyed reading your post. I was wondering till the last line if Her = Your water Bottle. :P

Deepika said...

@prateek- lol! Even i was hoping again a logitech type thing.. Thank god it wasn't. :P

Sanjana said...

This piece is something that I can't find a single word to comment on it. Only one thing I can say right now is WOW :)

-Regards!

Under the Same Sky. said...

A very fine piece, indeed. It's like a song, written by one for another person, but others can still sing it and relate to it as if it were their own, humming to the beats of your deliberations as if the girl you were talking about was actually them all along.

Soumya said...

Gosh I don't know what to say BA and trust me I'm never usually out of words..

This is simply awesome! Thank you so damn much.

Sayak said...

Imagination or otherwise, the words seemed real and the pictures floated, in front of the eyes.

Alcina said...

This is like I don't know what to comment :|..each intricate description of her was wonderful and lively somewhere..and each word was her..her exasperation,her attitude sometimes,her smiles,her cries,her joys and her lies..all the part of her which are so nicely picked up weaved into a beautiful something by him..

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Rhythm
There are so many She and Her blogs that you cannot know each and everybody. She writes just to excrete out of her system what is toxic to it.

@Chandana
Okay.

@Neeha
Not some Girl, many.

@Saumya
:)

@SUB
Thank You

@vaisakhi
Thank You :)

@Prateek
I am not able enough to pack enough punch in a water bottle.
Thank You.

@Sanjana
:)

@Under the Same Sky
sing it whenever you feel like, I wasn't talking to anyone particular and yet to each one in particular.

@Soumya
Thank You :)

@Sayak
Paint them sometimes, those faces.

@Alcina
Twas' not just one Her, not singular.

Alcina said...

Sorry..but i made it so :) ..

I know thats it isn't singular though :)

Mansi said...

Fiction? Reality?
Doesn't matter actually!
If I say this beautiful..I am doing nothing different! If I say I so connect with it, then more than half of women feels the same!
But, I'll do both these things...I'll utter both these words...I wish I could use all the beautiful words that exist in dictionary...but neither do I know them nor this space provide enough of space!
Amazing!

Nikita said...

I could relate to " Her " at times..

Part of it lives in me too..
Well versed...

Wonderfully crafted...and the lucky "her" is so very attractive ,someone you get attracted to by just listening to what people say about her...

REminds me of Dr.Kurtz in "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad...

God bless ya..

wildflower said...

She feels like me. Great work, bows!

Rekha said...

When I spoke of incineration, I was speaking of your blog...
but your words make me wonder : what is toxic for her could end up poisoning others...maybe she is aware, then again, maybe not.

suruchi said...

Hmm..not only did I read the post and flowed in the beauty of it, I also read each one of the comments*yes, Seeya has slept and I am on the net with a vengeance;-)*

It is almost like an ode to a woman..it could be any woman and she happens to be a blogger.

It is so beautifully sketched out that secretly everyone would crave to find shades of themselves in there and would actually find some too.
But then sigh and move on!
That is the reason I mentioned in my last post that there is something about great writers that women just can't have enough of:-)

Thank you so much for the super lavish praise on my very feeble attempt to tread on fiction territory...and I hope you would believe it when I say, that while writing it down I was worried about the reaction from you and another absolutely fab fiction writer*stupid me almost wished you'd skip that one instead of reading it and finding it not so good*

Well this comment is supposed to be on your post and here I have written a little blog in itself.
Thank you and please keep writing...they bring solace, hope and further belief into women that perfect men do exist:-)

sm said...

nice post with beautiful poem

aakash said...

:)
I think you have sketched a character beautiful enough that any girl could just sift into it.. complexity and that mystery of 'her' that can pull any guy into the dark, and still make him close his eyes for the light..

aJ

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Alcina
:)

@Mansi
And all I can do is bow down in return.

@Nikita
:D Yes, you are right.

@Wildflower
At last, there is someone who has come to claim it. Claim it Madam, claim it if it is worthy of you.
At last there is someone who can say it aloud, that it is her and not anyone else.

@Rekha
Doesn't this humanity have ample taste for tragedies? We love them, relate to them, then why would her's be toxic to anyone else?

@Suruchi
Not necessarily a blogger, hence the word 'Her Diary'. And don't worry about the length of the comment, you sure keep me engrossed with worthwhile reading, be it your blog or mine (as comments). Take care, of yourself and Seeya :)

@sm
I wish you could just leave the formalities Sire, there are no poems.

@Aakash
Is it? Oh thank you :)

suruchi said...

:-)

Eon Heath said...

Hey, Hi
i do say i have not been reading much of your posts, but am glad i did this time.
There is little to add, for all that is to be said is done. But like you, i would share a song which your post reminded me of.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry
Still you don't regret a single day.
Ah girl
Girl

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry;
And she promises the earth to me
And I believe her
After all this time I don't know why
Ah girl
Girl

- The Beatles.

hmmm... hmm...

A mesterpiece it is that your pen has yeilded.
Beautiful.

Regards,
The Silhouette...

Cardinal Ruby said...

naa-eeceee.

taio said...

interesant

sulagna ™ said...

wow..what a wonderfuly written thought, actually just one strong, clean and pure thought could evoke such an awesome flow of words. loved the way you spoke about her, i dont know how true my belief is but i know, every girl who reads this post would be saying "wow, wish someone would write this for me "

really brilliant !

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Suruchi
:)

@Eon Heath
Nice song :)

@Cardinal Ruby
Naicee :P :)

@Taio
Thank You

@Sulanga
:)

Tanishka said...

Lucky 'She'...
Very nicely written... Loved readi every line of this post...
We all would love to read more about her... :)

nidhi said...

wonderful wonderful post
kudos :)

Vivek Chamoli said...

Hi Anshul,

Wow , wonderful post ..that keep me attached and keep imagining the scene.
Amazing piece of work ..your observation is great ( in depth) I would say :)

Keep it up.

RE: Now the teeth filling is done in 2nd sitting & pain this time was immense ...one more sitting and the Dentist horror is over.:)

Beyond Horizon said...

WOW! Mr.Engineer! The first reaction after reading your every post leaves me "AMAZED"

Your most complex post on Aliens, the humor filled Santa Claus, Serious and concern on Joker, sweet of Melody, fun filled R.I.P and now THIS! I don't have words, it may be sounding cliched but I really don't have any!

after reading the post only one song comes in my mind by Bryan Adams "Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings - if she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman" and am sure every SHE...HER..might be thinking the same!

:)

Anita :) said...

Awesome Post, BA. My favorite line was "She likes dangling between the uncertainty and the surety, like plucking the petals of a flower one by one, ‘He loves me’, ‘He loves me not’. "
I feel jealous of you for your ability to put emotions and imagination into words .

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Tanishka
:) I will try, there are so many Her' and so much in each Her

@nidhi
thank you

@Vivek
Best of Luck, once you go to a dentist, you always keep going back these days.

@Poonam
:) That is a lovely song by Adams. He sings sweet melodies doesn't he? :)

@Anita
Don't, I run short on both, emotions and words alike.

Purba said...

Almost reads like a love letter.

This is one of your best Anshul and to think I almost missed it. Personally I felt quoting from Backstreet boys was unnecessary - marred the beauty of your outpourings.

Lilangel said...

:)Amazing..the imaginary HER is bound to come out of the negativity reading this.

Sonshu said...

Oh Dear Dear! :)

That was so beautiful, i read it over and over again! :)

I couldnt help but get images in my head... sucha beauuutiful post! :)

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

I enjoyed your work. My wishes.

..in love with me and life! said...

Classic, with every word you drew a picture of her in the readers' mind!

aria said...

There would be many 'she' like the one mentioned here.. but then if its meant for a special 'her' .. I hope she reads and even if she doesn't it would stir many other.. lovely..

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Purba
Perhaps you are right, I'll keep that in mind next time. Thank You :)

@Lilangel
:)

@Sonshu
:) Thank You

@Pranavam
Thank You

@Sourav
Thanks mate

@Aria
None in particular. It's not about one, but many.

Sam B said...

Your best for me.

You just put words to all my thoughts in the best possible way.

Out-of-the world amazing. I feel loved :)

Write more and more of these...and I'll keep on re-reading.
You are one of my favorite bloggers :)
Thanks for sharing your work and bringing such joy.

Siddhartha Joshi said...

Quite an interesting and unusual post...unexpected too somehow :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Sam B
Thank You Sam, I feel honored. I'll try.


@Siddharta Joshi
Your presence in this place too is, unexpected somehow. :P

Komal Ali said...

Okay..wow! Whenever I come back to your blog, you leave me speechless.
-sigh. God bless you. You write love.

Siddhartha Joshi said...

:) And way is that so, I mean unexpected?

Ankita Ghosh said...

Which bird drops these ideas into your head? From where do you find the voice to such, beautiful thoughts? How do you manage to write in a manner that I believe everyone can relate to, somehow?

If questions were compliments, then they are all for you!

This blogpost IS beautiful!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Komal
I am blessed :)

@Siddhartha
Of Course, isn't the unexpected obvious these days?

@Ankita
Luckily no bird pooped on my head or in my head :P

Mehak said...

hats off, Anshul! This is an amazing piece of writing - i loved every word! i'm so glad i started my blog-reading catch-up activity with this blog!

the other side of me said...

This is really nice!

you wrote it soooo perfectly until I couldn't find the right word to commemt:P

Take care

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

love the rhyming,

charming piece,
well done.

invite you to join us today, any free verse is welcome.

tarunima said...

that was so beautiful!:)
you identified with most of the situations which a person can go through.(both her and him).
i wrote an acrostic,i somehow remembered it when i read that para about her smile..

"Fear in her eyes,
Insinuating those hidden pain &lies..
Resting in the tomb of her heart,
Endangered fire of her smile.."

i know the acrostic is bad but whatever that smile wala part, i interpreted it this way...maybe i am wrong:)

anyways nice write:D

RareSeldomOften said...

Ur Best One!

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