Standing in the place where the alley once stood, he reminisced their first kiss. “I miss you”, he etched on a brick in the debris. It’s been 8 years. One night had changed his life. Shattered everything. But the debris remained. He threw the rock and walked away in grief. The rock fell near something that shimmered in the scorching sun. It was a promise ring.
death
The Accused
The case was at its final verdict. He turned his sight from the judge to me. His eyes glinted just like they once did when he was wrapped up in my arms with a white sheet. But they lacked the innocence they once possessed. The stare was interrupted by the verdict-“Guilty”. Unforgettable. It was a March 24th, the same day he was born.
Valentine
A Song By Hearts
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
Someone was yelling his throat out. My head was pounding hard from inside. I guess it took a minute or two to come back to my senses. It was so difficult for my eyes to adjust to the light. Every cell of my body was screaming in agony. Things started to exacerbate. It took me a while to figure out what was happening but it was too late. My eyes started to see things or I guess it felt more like a death wish. Lying down the sky was red with blood. Inside the metro, the light was flickering and blurriness covered my eyes.
The yellow fingers of the sun brushed my hair . I could hear the soft bristle of leaves when cold air caressed them. The birds were chirping beautiful tunes and the waves kept kissing the shore. Crabs slowly paced enjoying the pure unmitigated beauty. I turned my face and saw a young girl with her blond hair tied to a pony jingling sideways, smiling. Her nice little sweet voice and her shrieking laughter started ringing inside my ears. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I tried hard.
But my whole body ached. Along with her, I saw a lady beautiful as the young girl grabbed and tickled her and she said something to the young girl, pointing at me.
She sidled towards me with both her arms apart saying something, this time I tried harder, even though my body restricted me I didn’t care. It was really difficult, that tears streamed from my eyes. Tears of happiness shadowed by pain. And I heard two words”Pa..Pa, I love you”. My heart was pounding harder and I felt like puking. Tears strolled down my cheeks. For a moment I felt satiated. She looked so beautiful and I wanted to grab her with both my arms hug her to the fullest and say those beautiful words to her. I tried to move my lips slowly but they were wet with blood
and numb. I stammered and my voice quavered to say “I ….lo…love….u.too,ho…ney”.
But it was too late.
Fell into an unprecedented peace and it never came out.
After 20 years later on 22/ 7/2014
a pulchritudinous young lady stood in
front of the tomb looking at it bereaved with a palpable feeling of poignance.
She stood for a while with no tears and left by placing a bouquet and a smile appeared on her face.
The tomb said:
In loving memory of
Jacob Smith
Died on 22/7/1994
Aged 33 years
A breeze brushed past her and she heard
‘I love you, honey’.
Nature smiled.
At that moment a regrettable story
found its way out. And the clouds cried.
A rain of love and happiness.
Poignance
The Unborn
His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.
Gone With The Wind…
The moment I returned to my true home,
I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,
strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.
I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.
Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.
“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.
Violence
Wars are never won
because they are always
devastating, leaving behind
fruitless success to be
adorned by the tears of
the bereaved.
Man’s Best Friend
He dug the ground so hard,
it took more than 6 hours to reach the same level,but it didn’t matter to him because he could now sleep beside his owner like he used to every night.
Biblichor 