AMEETHYST

While you handle your excessive friendships, and two too busy lips, I shall savour my darkest silence and your lovely smile, in the meanwhile. While you bear the burden of the worldly beauties, and feel overloaded with your daily duties, I shall honour my mortal blessings and your eminent style, in the meanwhile. While you are infected with reasons, and fading away with the seasons, I shall render patience to my soul, and let you walk the aisle, in the meanwhile. While you are burying your memories, and planting new life theories, I shall learn my lessons, and preserve your every file, in the meanwhile. I shall make peace with my time, I shall make time for my peace. In the meanwhile, I shall, and I will.

So, with my over-enthusiastic attitude I began my day and all of a sudden I get to know that a colleague of mine didn’t like the way I behaved to a joke. Well, it is my tendency to respond to a joke with a joke. Where’s the fun if the joke lives on to become a tragedy one day? The life span of the joke is meant to be not more than a minute, or an hour, if the joke is really hilarious. If you respond to a joke with silence, either you’re dumb or the joke is stupid. And, if you respond to the joke with a bigger sarcastic comeback, you’re my best friend. My colleague was already infuriated because of too much work pressure and I’d just pressed the wrong buttons (so it seemed). The matter was solved anyway because I am friendly enough, not to turn into one’s nemesis. I have my ways into their hearts, but the pace is too damn slow and they know it. Then the usual marathon began of our daily jobs and the day passed pretty soon. I had become a graphic designer and a copywriter, both a...

In our quest for peace, we gathered our pieces. Her smile was all I asked. Her glance was all I got. Oh! That was a heavenly plot. The skies turned blue, the clouds, they flew. Her joy was all I asked. Her gleam was all I got. Oh! That was worth a shot. She dwelled into the mystic ocean, the poison turned into magical potion. Her words were all I asked. Her poetry was all I got. Oh Lord! I’d die happily by this thought. The silence, though corrupted, emotions remained uninterrupted. Her serenity was all I asked. Her bliss was all I got. Oh Dear! That’s the life I’d sought. The hourglass worked no more, when she strolled at the shore. Her company was all I wanted. Her moments were all I got. Oh Love! I guess I’ve spoken a lot. I wish the night was young, I wish the days were longer. Her love was all I asked. Her smile was all I got. Oh Man! I think I am caught... or not! Just a thought. Is she shocked? I...