Well Played

Our story began smoothly with a ‘hai’.

I was writing it.

The first few chapters were heart throbbing.

Words were inspired by him.

Secrets started to spill.

The Chapters started to get filled with passion.

And the story urged with heat.

Fate wrote the lines to destiny.

The destiny I had wished for us.

I was wrong.

I realized the last chapter was already written.

He was already in his “happily ever after”.

He was the author and I was just a pawn.

Sinister

Woke up bemused by the piano read in my dream, it was uncanny.

Coming to my sense I heard the same music being played from my garage.

I was petrified realising that I was alone in a house without a piano.

Broken Vow

“For better or for worse”

I paused,

“I am letting you go”.

Rejection

It was the first time.

The first time I got rejected.

Unexpected, it broke me apart.

It felt like a thousand stones weighing

down my heart.

She said no.

Even though she knew

it was my favourite choclate bar.

Lose and Lost

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.

Transition

Violence

Wars are never won
because  they are always 
devastating, leaving behind
fruitless success to be
adorned by the tears of
the bereaved.

Silent Killer

‘Expectations’ brought me a friend ‘Joy’, but his enemy, ‘Depression’, stalked me till I shedded tears whose girlfriend, ‘Pain’, slowly wrecked me until I was no more.

Wise

“The age is just a number, your real age is defined by the number of mistakes you make and how much you have learnt from it, how much you have grown, for that I am still young, lad, so think before you call me grandpa”- he laughed hysterically yet fervidly at the newspaper boy.

He was too wise to be a ‘madman’, that was what the people called.

Futile

The one born without vision longed to see, to express his opinion without fear of fallacy.

The one born without voice
longed to speak, to express his opinion in his words of wisdom .

The one born without ears
longed to hear, to express his opinion by listening to with love .

The one born with everything decided to remain deaf, blind and mute.

Feelings….

The times the flower bloomed

its aroma remained unrecognisable,

For she never knew the essence of true love

After years when she searched for the one,


it was long gone and it became a symbolism of lost love.

And she regretted when she realised that she was actually and still is in love with him.

She waited for the never ending unrequited love to be answered,

She waited in hopes to hear the answer from him….