The first and the last romance I had.

A brief affair
called life

she held me in her arms,
rocking side to side
the pleasures of childlike innocence
then youth's unending effervescence
she placed passionate kisses,
with age's catching pestilence

but she held me,life my mistress
but what more than a mistress she could be?
she played, she spent, she moaned
she nagged in distress
and the passion soon went bleak.

and that's when I found death..
Oh such an enchantress was she
She called but once, she looked deep within
and sent shivers down me

How I struggled to be faithful to the former
love, I had for life
but death with its overpowering zeal
never spared the bitch the knife

she cut through her
and that too before my eyes ,
and turned to me and said
"now she is done
your beloved one"
seducing me to the deathbed.

Death,

One of the few words that make a dictionary heavy. Like truth, it follows us till we run out of excuses to avoid it. People screen themselves from the idea of death for it causes pain even when experienced in installments. We literally crawl through life with buckets on our heads. All we hear is our own sound. The heavy breaths. The occasional screams. But, death falls on us consistently. Like rainwater, perhaps. It splashes on our heads, trying to breakthrough. Trying to help us realize that it is not separate from us. In a few words if I were to describe death, I would say that it is a limit that keeps running in a direction opposite to the direction of our will. For those who seek, it makes them wait for eternity and for others who carry umbrellas over buckets, it meets them horizontally. On their face, it makes contact. I lost my grandfather on the day I turned eight. I saw him consume his final few cubic centimeter of oxygen. Ever since, I have dealt with death like no one else I have know thus far in life. Death intimidates you if you leave yourself to it's mercy. However if you face it without a raincoat, provide your bare heart and body to it, it dances around you like a bar girl. That was the last lesson my grandfather taught me. It was his final present for me. Death disturbs people who fail to see it in any form other than a full stop. It's shape is more like a wall than a dot. A wall that scales your reach and becomes a brick taller as you try to climb. Those who reach their end and wait for the wall to collapse over them are the lucky ones for they experience pain bundled with the joy of disappointing an enemy in their final battle. I happen to be one such bubble of life that has bounced off the wall and escaped steel roofs. That is, in fact, the reason why Ernest Hemingway could not have an impact on my mind.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW...why you will suffer

Preet Singh : You removed your blog?

Madhur Bhatia: Yes. I had to. I couldn't have let it create any more havoc among masses.

Preet Singh: You bet? Masses... lol!! You are wayyyyyyyyy too generous to yourslf!! Hedonism, i guess?

Madhur Bhatia: I had a following that I could address in plural terms. Yeah, maybe.

Preet Singh: Well, exactly..!! Plural and Regular in your case. Plural and Abusive in mine! haha!

Madhur Bhatia: Haha! Who would know that better than me. I was a devoted follower of your blog.

Preet Singh: haha...! Well, the reprimanded find support within themselves.

Well i never write. I remember only 3-4 people talking about my blog...you being one of them.

your decision has made me think again. Maybe it's time to remove mine as well.

Madhur Bhatia: I was planning to start writing again. This time in a team though.

I asked Harshit and Gurpreet to think about something we could all work on.

It would be great if you would join us.

Preet Singh: Lol, team!! Oh, so that you get to share the blame. Brilliant strategy, though. Haha!!

Madhur Bhatia: Yes. It's encouraging in hidden ways, you see.

Preet Singh: A team of 3 members-->Damage done.

Add preet and oh you just entered the 'DESTRUCTION MODE'.

Madhur Bhatia: We need to aim higher.

Preet Singh: See, I really do not know what you are planning. One more thing. Every single line coming from my mouth would include sarcasm...i do not know if that's apt for your blog. It might be serious stuff.

Though, it's a great offer! We can surely discuss this tomorrow ! And yes, I would like anything above 1000$! :P

Madhur Bhatia: We won't have a genre or anything. It would be a free style art show.

You know what I mean?

Preet Singh: And frankly, I do not admire my style of writing. How can u admire that? haha!!

Yea..i get it!!

Madhur Bhatia: We will pay you in installments.

Preet Singh: Hahaha...! Installments would do!!

Madhur Bhatia: I don't admire anybody's style of writing.

I like my own.

Preet Singh: Oh, you mean you are your favourite. That's what i meant, you still want to include the three of us.

And btw...who else?

Madhur Bhatia: Nobody. We will ask for Bindra's assistance if things would get interesting.

Preet Singh: Errr...right! I get it. That is the last step to REMOVE OUR BLOG. Haha!

Madhur Bhatia: In a way, yes. I think they should incorporate that in Blogger's formatting options. They should have a button called 'Bindra'!

Preet Singh: Obviously.Do not make fun of my creation and creative sense with the idea that I offer you now.

But I suggested people a few days ago that instead of 'report abuse' you should have 'report bindra' because only god has the right to answer these questions and look into matters of utmost importance. LOL

Madhur Bhatia: Haha!!

Preet Singh: I guess our chats would serve the purpose of the 1st blog post. Then our status comments- 2nd post.

Madhur Bhatia: Yeah, it seems we would be able to muster a descent fan following.

Preet Singh: Yes, Ofcourse!! You, Me, Harshit and Gurpreet!! Good start. Hahaha!!

Madhur Bhatia: Excellent start.