The End

This is it my dear readers. This is the end of The Chronicles of R. I cannot write anymore, I am finished. This would be the last post. Although The Chronicles of R would remain the way it is, I would not shut it down. But as I said, I would not write anymore. So if you want to visit the previous posts, be my guest. If you want to comment, it would still be moderated, but you can comment. So adios my friend. Hope we would meet again, some other time, some other place.

En Fin!

From Your Lips to My Heart

When human beings were formed out of apes, they started using hand signals to communicate. They used them to communicate with other human beings.

As and when they evolved they devised new ways to communicate more effectively. So communication too evolved. Human beings started writing on the walls of caves. And this saga of evolution of communication carried on.

From smoke signals, to the Bongo Drums in the Phantom comics by Lee Falk that we used to read when we were kids. From the telegraph and the Morse code to the telephones. From satellites dishes to cellphones. From satellite phones, using which you can call up anyone at any part of the world, even some of the remotest locations, using the Iridium satellite, to SETI, using which we are trying to communicate with life forms from outer space.

But for me, the best way of communication still remains the same, it's your smile. It's your so beautiful smile Ms J. It comes straight from your lips to my heart. Can there really be any other possible ways to communicate which is more effective and better than this? Can there be any other ways of communication which covers such a great distance?

Can't You Come Back Baby?

I am living in grayscale,
Cause you are not here.

Can't you come back baby?

Can't you come back
And add
A touch of color
To my Calcutta?

I see people move around me.
I can see myself,
Moving around them.
Where I build
Sidewalk castles,
For Kings with thrones.

I am too lonely,
And blues without you baby.

Can't you come back baby,
Can't you come back to me?

I want to share my
Calcutta with you, I
Want to share my
Monsoon rain,
Those sleepless nights,
And endless coffee stains
On those nameless tables.

Those glittering evenings,
Neons hiding the pain.
Your smile,
Blurring out everyone else.

Those cold drizzle, Walking
In the Calcutta sidewalks
Holding your hands
In mine.
And Phil Collins singing
Love songs for you and me.

Can't you come back baby,
And end this wait, for that
Kiss in the rain?

Can't you come back to me?

Can't you come back to where
I want to share
Me self with you,
And I don't want to share
You with anyone.

[Can I kiss your wings Ms J?]