“He’s with someone else”
She kept telling herself
Yet
Each time she said,
she was breaking apart
by falling for him hard.
tragedy
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”.
Mind’s Reflection
Scared as hell I glanced behind in search of the dying screams and weeping squeals, my shadow glanced back.
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.Ā 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.
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.
Ā Ā Ā 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 regrettableĀ 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.
Optimistic
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….
A Mindful Note
My smile never meant anything to me but other’s did and their tears never meant anything to me until it was my own.
Dream
He ran fast.
The crowd applauded.
His only focus was the ribbon
at the end.In a few minutes
he broke off the ribbon.
Cheers could be heard and
his name was called out.
Through the window
while sitting on his wheelchair
he saw his dream come true.
Though he was limited by
his legs,his imaginations had
no limitations.
Gift From God
I stared into the night
The stars seemed nigh
And they shined brighter
Like God was showering glitter trying to lull me,
For the tears I effused profusely
THE WORLD WHEN CASTE SYSTEM BREAKS
EXPECTATION:
We all are one,one caste, one humanity.
REALITY :
“Hey, look at him, his face looks disgusting”
“She is a bookworm”
“They are so funny, we should get around with them a lot”.
“He is so our type we might get along with him well”.
“Let’s avoid them, they are of no good”.
“I don’t want to be with her, she is hideous”
People still act the same, they see things differently and the world still stays divided.
An Eternal Love Story
I was in his hands,they were soft.
I held his hands and took first steps.
I played with his hands.
They tickled me.
They beat me.
They caressed me.
With time, it changed.
They put mine into another.
At that moment they were calloused.
Now holding his within mine
They were wrinkled.
Cherishing the memories
I shared with him.
I held his, longing to hold it forever.
Flip
HappinessĀ cannotĀ be bought
while sadness cannotĀ be denied.
Both are the two sides of a coin
called life.
When we flip it, the outcome doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters
is to have a mind to move on.
Agony
After the great disaster he encountered, he never spoke but his eyes reflected the agony behind his emotions.
Reality
I opened my eyes.
Couldn’t adjust the light
They closed.
the warm hands of sun
paced through the pores
and panes
and touched my skin
it was so bracing.
like a mother.
I got tickled
by the cold breeze
that brushed past
my hair as if it
wants to play with me
like a friend.
I felt loved by
sweet chirping of birds.
they sang a lullaby
and kissed me to
an alluring day.
like a lover.
But it all lasted for a sec.
They were shadowed
by tumultuous clouds
whose tears plummeted
Deep into my heart
it was abysmal
like loneliness .
I felt like a dross .
A day passed
and I realized all of it
was within me
It was just my fractious mind
it was just my mind.
just an illusion.
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