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Deja Vu

Her memories,
a nostalgic fragrance
and those moments,
lingering on my mind
those reminisce of time
when I accosted her
held her close to my breathe
now she was long gone
but her vivid presence
kept resurfacing
from time to time
drawing a spell of deja vu
making every passing trice
a momentary splendor
even when she appears in sheer disguise

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Her Smile

The spark of a million thunderstorms
the quietude of an untamed waterfall
the plummet of a feathery finch
the fragrance of some rustic quince
such is your smile
deviant from the world
captivating me in a frozen stall

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Memories

Memories are always beautiful
reminiscences never loses its soothing warmth
for even with the scars
it sure displays
the yesteryears dazzling charms

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Love Versions

Whenever I thought you are out of reach
never to become a reality,
and when I moved along with your memories
treasured deep in my heart
faraway into some oblivion

She decides to appear,
wearing her love drenched twinkling eyes,
and let me know what I mean to her life,
she will describe her love as deeper than I can ever imagine,
may not be the same way as I do
but it sure has its own shades of hue,
she will acknowledge
how temperamental, unpredictable and abstruse she is
and thank me for putting up to her pretentious trite

I may have thought ways to refute it in the past,
on my mind,
I might have played to refuse
her enticing demeanor many a time,
but when she appears with those heartening words
all my agitation, perturbation
dissolves in a whiff
and I cave in dissolving in her starlit talks,
and weave love drenched proses
describing my quivering thoughts,
I desire to share my deepest of feelings with her,
my desirous longing to embrace her,
I long to passionately kiss her lapel drenched lips
and yearn to keep her close so she can never leave

And as I will be on cloud nine thinking all of this
she retracts into some opaque
without any forewarning
and I remain alone and aloof
wondering which way should I proceed, should I wait for her to reappear
or should I collect my shattered being
and disappear in the darkness
thinking it was a plausible myth

I know deep within she also wants a share of my love,
but often she gets drown into some abyss of fear,

This time if you come
please think with a rational mind
for I don’t want much
just a tiny share of your world
but that little place
I will call it ours
shielding it and keeping it away
from any ostensible reach

And if you ever read this
promise me this
understand love is love
there exist no my version
or your version in this

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Memories

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Lost in the ​Atlantic Ocean

We all at some point in our life must have experienced the term “being lost”. Some on roads, few in life and others may be in their beloved eyes. But how many of you can claim to have lost in the ocean. If that sounds interesting let me borrow your undivided attention for the next 5 minutes.

I am always fascinated by yachts. The monohull, the deep single fin cutting like a keel, the shiny wood, the speed motor, the sail, everything about a yacht excites me. I always wanted to get a boat license. I actually passed the RTLM(Radio telephony inland maritime) exam, but couldn’t renew it. My next target is to buy a small boat. Let me save my fascination with the boat for a different post.

Coming back to my story, not too long ago one of my friends bought a boat. He was super excited about his boat and never missed any occasion not to talk about his boat experiences. Through him, I learned a lot about boats. Like how to dock a boat, the special boat fuel, the ropes, the beautiful stern, and the cozy cabin. He was ecstatic and proud of his possession and displayed his boat learnings in abundance.

One summer weekend he invited me to join him. The plan was to drive the boat in the bay, go to a waterside restaurant, enjoy good food and music, and sleep in the boat for the night. I was skeptical about his boat driving capabilities and he rested my anxiety when he mentioned his friend was joining us, who owned a boat for the over 20 years.

After hearing so much about his boat I was now looking forward to a great fun weekend. The day arrived. At first, we were three of us. My friend(the boat owner), his girlfriend (claimed to be riding boat since her childhood) and the least experience Me. 😊

Our veteran boat driver house was on the waters, close by from where the boat was docked. My friend has taken his boat enough to his house. The plan was for my friend to take the boat to our designated boat driver house and from there he would take control.

Everything happened as per the plan. We were soon joined by my friend’s boat driver friend and his wife. Crisscrossing the 2-5 mile wide bay we reached the restaurant within 30 minutes. The food was amazing and the music🎼 was awesome.  We had a really good time. At around 1:00 AM we decided to head back.

As we were walking to our boat, our designated driver phone📲 rang. Apparently, his 18-year-old son met with an episode and he left along with his wife in a whiff. We were stranded in the middle of nowhere with the boat and a few questions. I played safe and decided to rest in the boat cabin until the morning. My point was simple, let the morning arrive before we decide what to do with the boat. My friend’s girlfriend had a different plan. She claimed her entire life was spent on waters💦 and she knew enough about the place to navigate us safely back.  I was doubtful but my midnight thrill coupled with the renewed assurance given by the lady cultivated enough courage allowing me to take the plunge.

So around 1:30 AM in the night, the four of us,  my friend, the lady, me and the boat🚣‍♀️ started the adventure. It didn’t take us long to understand we were lost. It was pitch dark, not even a soul was visible. The lone boat light💡 was fighting hard to show us the way but was failing miserably. The confident lady looked lost the most. I learned two things that day

  • The boat GPS is not like the one we see on our smartphones. It is like a radar. No one amongst us knew how to read
  • The boat does not have breaks😱. We drove slowly to ensure we don’t hit anyone in the dark.

I wasn’t tensed but was sure worried😧, however, that thought diminished abruptly. For I saw a long strip of light, and when we looked with squinted eyes, we realized it was a ship!! Yes, you guessed it right, we had somehow left the bay and were approaching the ocean. For sometime none of us spoke and when reality hit us hard we panicked. I declared we were cast away. Then a thought came to my mind, what if I use my phone GPS. I opened the phone in haste. Fortunately, it was still catching signals. Sure, GPS didn’t show water paths but then we noticed about several miles away there were roads that the GPS could recognize. The lady finally was jubilant. Being a local she recognized the roads. Taking the phone GPS as a guiding light we reached our docking area by morning 5 AM.

Whenever we meet we laugh about this experience, scary for sure but we will treasure this for a lifetime.

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Muriel and Ghost

When the history dates back few hundred years, ghost stories were bound to happen. My day two in New Orleans was spent mostly working out of a conference room. The day was long but interesting and we ended the conference on time at 6:00 PM. We were all reconvening at the Muriel’s Restaurant for a team dinner. The place was few blocks down the street near Jackson square.

The restaurant was rumored for citing ghost. I was intrigued and ask one of the servers to provide his version of the truth. He was an eloquent speaker. We were a team of 40 spread across few tables. He drew the attention of the audience by clinking the fork to an empty wine glass and told us the tale(maybe tall tale😜)

The Dining Hall

The restaurant had an interesting history. The foundation of the restaurant was built 300 years back as a small cottage, which was sadly used to house transient slaves brought from Africa through the Mississippi River route before sending them to the Sugarcane fields. 27 years later the modest cottage was acquired by a man of great wealth and Power, Jean Baptiste. He tore it down and built a royal place for his family. The house was later purchased by a Frenchman, Pierre Phillips in the year 1776. He used it as a city home ( compare this to vacation houses we are used to now, away from the city 🏡🏖😀) for recreational activities when returning from the plantations located on the outskirts of the city.

In 1788, New Orleans burnt down on a Good Friday. 856 houses burned, including the house owned by Pierre. The place was this time was acquired by Pierre Antoine. Pierre rebuilt the house to original grandeur. He used the place for himself and for his family recreation. He was known for hosting lavish extravagant parties. Everything was going well except for one thing, Pierre was addicted to gambling. In 1814 he wagered his home to a game of poker and lost his most precious possession. Tragically, that evening he took his life, unable to reckon with the loss.

Many things had changed since then, expect the fact that Pierre Antoine never left. He stayed in the form of a spirit. He was known to trouble people who visited the restaurant by doing supernatural things like throwing off glasses, overturning table and blowing uncalled breeze. A seance was called to accost the spirit of Pierre. An agreement was eventually made with Pierre. He was given the room, where he took his life and in return, he was asked not to bother any occupants. Although at times he was seen breaching the decree.

After the second course of our meal, we took turns to visit the room where he took his life. The room was a small ten feet by ten feet closed room. The dark red dip shadows of light were giving a very different aura to the room. We took some pictures. One of my friends asked me to wait for the crowd to go so that we can take some pictures without anyone in the room. I sat royally on one of the sofas and took some smiling captures. We also took a couple of pictures of the empty room. Right after the photo session, we checked the pictures to see how they appeared. And then we noticed something starkly bizarre. Few captures were dark and black. The first visible picture of the empty room came out fine, but the immediate next one had the curtain rising. It was a closed room with no gust of air. It didn’t make any sense why the curtain raised. Scared? Sure we were and we left the room as swiftly as any human could do, treasuring the memories for a lifetime.

Me on Pierre Sofa😊

The entrance of the seance room

This is the second picture look at the raised curtain on the left

Click below if you have not read the first part

Adventure in New Orleans

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Resurrection

Hidden down somewhere beneath
many layers of the trenchant heart,
some remain charming
and few unpleasant reminiscences
of the yesteryears

Though invisible,
yet it portrayed her dwindle image,
covered in strata of million contrived emotions,
some real,
and few perturbed human charades

And in the midst of the confusions
existed her semblance,
lost in a sea of thoughts,
stashed in a dark abyss of rotten broth

Yet after eons of spurious disappearance,
she was standing tall,
displaying truth,
speaking verse harsh and rife,
questioning each one of his pretentious smiles,
and doubting his pompous strife
as she walked back into his life

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Louisville To Raleigh

I had an important meeting in Louisville Kentucky today. My flight from Newark was delayed yesterday and I reached Louisville way past midnight. Despite all the travels I still find hard to sleep in a hotel bed. And my struggle to sleep continued this time as well.

My day started early and meetings went well. Louisville was preparing for the Derby season and the city was warming up for the event.

My flight was not until 6:30 PM. This time I was flying to Raleigh, NC. There was no direct flight and I was flying via Newark. The irony of reaching home airport yet not able to go home 😬

The famous Kentucky fried chicken (KFC) started in Louisville. I had left eating at fast food joint a while ago, but the thought that fried chicken originated from this place tempted me to stop by at a KFC. I stood in the line for a while and when my turn came, I couldn’t find the courage to break my 5-year streak of avoiding fast food joint. I went to a tavern instead and enjoyed a grilled burger.

The boarding was announced and as I waited to be seated the famous air traffic congestion delayed the flight. My connection time between the two flights was only 35 minutes. With every passing minute, my chance to make the connecting flight was turning bleak. Flying 200K miles gives you a status with the airlines and comes handy in a situation like this. I called the airline premier desk and I was rerouted to Raleigh via Chicago. This time I was landing in Raleigh post midnight. Knowing the importance of my meeting, I switched to the new itinerary. Incidentally, the flight to Newark left. I wasn’t sure whether I should have stuck to my previous flight option. Knowing it was a losing battle, I gave such thoughts a passing glare.

The incoming flight came in and we patiently waited for the passengers to deplane. And when it was time for us to board, the gate agent announced there would be a delay. Apparently, the pilot found a scratch on the wing and it required the maintenance staff to do a thorough inspection. This time the connecting window was 50 minutes. I was hoping I had enough time, but I was wrong. Sure, the flight was delayed to a point that there was no way I could have made the connecting flight. There weren’t any other flight leaving Louisville in the night.

So, guess what I did. I called for an Uber ride from Louisville to Raleigh. A 600 miles 8-hour journey crossing three states, marking a dozen highways.

I am writing this from the ride. I arrive at 6 in the morning and my day starts at 7:30. Hopefully, it will be a fun ride

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The Memories from Past

The memories of her past
keep revisiting in her shadows of today.

In the beginning it was arduous,
difficult to fathom,
but she learned
to coexists with her reminiscence
slowly but surely over time.

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