Feb 21, 2012

Malevolence


Under Evil's shadow,
they assemble!
Sons of inhumanity
And daughters of greed..

Satanic verses,
Sardonic tunes,
Venomous breaths
Selfish intentions
Malevolent desires..

Under superstition’s blanket,
they assemble!
Brothers of greed
And sisters of inhumanity..

Atrocious rancor,
they embrace..
Auspicious rumble,
they await..

To feed to a raging fire, 
A wailing suckling!

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Feb 18, 2012

Flowers - 55fiction #3


Taking one tiny footstep at a time, she crawled up the hill, to find the flowers of every color she wanted. Red, pink, yellow, orange and even blue! Picking two of each, she traced back her path, content.

Her father had finally returned from the war.

Smiling, she carefully laid her collection on his coffin !


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Feb 8, 2012

Sanctity

                                                                                                                                  

Sanctity is not defined by your actions but instead by your thought and the purity of your soul!
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In deep slumber, there she was, lying like an angel amidst white and blue sheets.
The heave of her chest as she took long breaths while lost in dreamland, he could clearly see.
But, it was time for him to go, to leave her side again like every other day and head to another world .

She opened her eyes as he stretched out hand met the empty side of the bed to nothingness.
The sun’s rays caressed her skin, creating warmth enough to fight the harsh cold morning breeze.
But, she chose to keep her eyes shut, to gather warmth from his image that she saw in her dreams.

**
As the sun wore its evening clothes and the stars gathered around to see it vanish in the horizon, she crossed the streets, seemingly unbothered about the cat calls and lewd comments. She knew that her image was being violated in the filthy minds of these people but she preferred to not think of it even thought it perturbed her, subconsciously.
**
He sat there, in the dark corner, preferring to look at her eyes while the others ogled at her gyrating body.  While the others tried to lure her by offering wads of notes, he lured her with his heart. But, she kept her distance away from him, if only physically, as she circled around them in seemingly obscene yet graceful movements!

She got teens of offers being the prettiest of the lot, but when she stepped out of the green room, after washing away the thick layers of makeup, while the beads of sweat still clung to her, reminding her of the act, she could see him awaiting for her like every other night, to cleanse her mind just like the gentle breeze cleansed her off her sweat and toil, while she sat behind him on his bike.

**
Their love was one of a kind, as pure as the dew drops that the cold mornings left, as pure as the breeze that the mountains summoned, as pure as the silver beam of moonlight, as pure as the silent hearts of the twinkling stars. Only that, the world refused to see it. To the world, their relationship was adulterous and immoral even! 

As they lay holding hands, conversing silently, the night witnessing the sanctity of their pure relationship as opposed to the several other society defined yet impure relationships, he leant over and whispered “Will you marry me?”

The silence that followed reverberated louder than any cacophony but all she said was “Yes” forgetting for just one minute that she had mouths to feed who solely depended on her, while he made a silent promise that he wouldn’t come in whatever way she chose to live for her own reasons which he perfectly understood and respected!
 ***

Some relationships, we might not see clearly, but each of them have their own purity !

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P.S : Happy proposal day !

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Feb 7, 2012

The letter !



Her fragrance is fresh and rejuvenating. Her purity evident from the way she looks.
I feel a sense of divinity engulf me as I look upon the beauty that she is.

Each layer of hers adds to the mystery and to her, beauty.
She has the immense capability to hurt the one who gets close to her.
Yet, it seems that she has been revered since eternity!

I had always wondered why she was the most chosen one.
I had pondered, amused at times even looking at the attention she managed to grab every time.

I look at her closely, not for the first time. But, my questions vanish. Feelings of doubt?
Not today, not now, for I am in love!

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I am in love with the rose that rests in my hand. I am in love with its deep red color, with the beautiful layers that it has encompassing a feeling inexplicable, with the water droplets that rests on the layers, with its long green stalk.

For, today, I finally understand why it is used as a symbol of love. It is like love itself, alluring you towards the feelings it can create, and it is like love itself because it has the capability to hurt you with its thorns. It symbolizes love perfectly - the magic and the hurt!

And what's a better gift than this to symbolize what feelings I garner for you?

Especially that you yourself are like a flesh bloom of rose. You stand, firm, tall and beautiful, with a strong foothold and no airs around, as delicate and as sensitive as the rose. A harsh breeze or a rough handling, can crumble it, just what I did to you often and sometimes you showed me the power of thorns with your actions. But somehow, you stood by me, helping me pave my way to success.

Today, when I look back, I see how little I cared for you, of how easily I kept myself away from this beautiful feeling of love.

When I see the young man over there, hold his girl's hands, looking into her eyes while she smiles, I realize what I have missed.

Today, knowing the truth, it is different. I always thought I was habituated by your presence and only felt affection for you other than the sense of responsibility I had. Knowing, you are going to be gone forever, I am scared.

Thankfully it is better late than never. Because I know the power of it !

"I love you."

Thirty two years since I saw you in the bridal wear, that too only after I tied the knot and it is strange that I have taken so many years to tell you this little thing that I am in love with you. The three words aren't sufficient to let you know how much I am in love with you  - in love with your grey eyes that express every feeling I can understand, in love with your high cheek bones that support the most beautiful smile, in love with your strong will, in love with your stubborn nature for putting your foot down when I am wrong, for fighting with me when I hurt you or ignore you, for giving a taste of my own bitter medicine at times, and for making up for being too harsh on me, for curing my ailments with your tender touch, for standing by me even after youth and strength have deserted me.

As the youngsters today inch closer to celebrate the supposed day of love, I promise to inch closer to celebrate days of love- every single day starting from this day!

Happy rose day, my darling wife !

When you finish reading this letter, you can find me in our garden, planting a rose sapling so that I can present to you a bloom of rose along with my love, affection and my entirety every single day!

Loads of love,
your aged new Romeo ;)




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P.S: Years after shunning the entire V-day concept of encapsulating love (something I believe needs more than a single day) in a day and all the other days that precede that, something hit me today and I am all mushy-gushy, thankful and what not !!
So here, I dedicate this post of mine to my loved ones, who are extremely dear to me, and who have taught me so much about love, affection,care,emotions and nurtured me to be the person I am.
Happy Rose day !

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Feb 6, 2012

An evening


An extensive magic canvas, 
Streaks of pink, orange and blue,
Silhouettes of birds flying across the red sun,
By the magic of the enchanting evenings he was awed,
As the cold breeze caressed him, he drew his scarf closer.
The passing  footsteps were not the sound he heard,
 
Instead, it was the clank of the coins of alms.
Memorized visions from his childhood,
Was all his blind eyes could see!



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Feb 5, 2012

The plunge !


A note : Some ideas just come and you feel the need to express them in a particular way. Most of the times, I write without a particular plot in my head, just going along with the flow of thoughts, letting my fingers type out whatever comes in my head and however it comes out. Here's one attempt in a form a writing that I personally feel that I am not good at. Hoping you all enjoy the read !

The plunge

An escape from tentacles,
Of shackles of boundaries,
The fight to free themselves,
From the withholding barricades.

A journey of success,
To a destiny they had wished for.
A splash and a scream penetrated their world.
Haplessness and distraught was all around!

The pained anxious eyes,
A moment was suffice,
The trodden path spiraled in jeopardy.
A brave heart for an undying sacrifice!

A subtle touch,
A gentle nudge,
An eye lock of assurance
Was all it took.

Taking a dive he plunged deep,
The needle ticked,
Yet time stood still,
The heart beats raced.

Muttered prayers,
Divine promises,
Clasping hands,
Binding love !

Amidst lapping waves,
Fighting the clutches of death
Dragging a little boy,
He emerged victorious.

Bargaining for life,
Battling against fate he returned
To an ecstatic proud lover;
and a little boy to a thankful mother !


**


Courage is the ability to take a plunge, knowing very well that you might have to sacrifice the trophy of your previous battle!

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Feb 2, 2012

The unseen rendezvous

Note : This post made it to Super 25 Shortlist of Tumbhi's short story competition 'Somewhere Sometime'.
(Link)


There were so many who she entertained,
But there was just one, for who, her heart yearned !

His short visits would never suffice. At the break of the dawn he disappeared, leaving her heart broken yet again. She would shrug it off and hide behind a mask of her happy face, alluring every passerby she found. In spite of all the attention they showered, in spite of her offering herself completely to some of them, she never felt the fulfilment that she attained in the wee hours of morning with him. The cycle continued for as long as she could remember. 

While the day progressed, she would conclude that she wouldn’t let him touch her, that she wouldn’t melt in his love, when he came for her. But, when the night gathered the dark blankets, her admirers left her all alone and her thoughts inadvertently went back to him. She held her frail heart in the bellowing wind, whispering her craving for her lover’s company.

Sometime during the night while she tumbled into the yonder of sleep, he would slip in stealthily and slowly surround her. Before she knew it, she surrendered to his cold kiss, holding him close, spending moments of pure bliss until the morning rays knocked on their door. 

Days passed, and she lost her beauty – frail and old she became! Her friends abandoned her for other beauties in their prime. She knew that she had nothing to offer to them. Loneliness was her only company! She wished for the day to go by swiftly, for the night to take over, because, even after her beauty had been vanquished, her lover had not stopped coming back to her. He did not stay longer than he did before, but each parting was different now. Difficult even, because considering her condition, they did not know if she would survive another day in the world. Savoring the little moments they shared, they continued their rendezvous, bidding many of the last good byes each and every time.

The seasons changed and the winds of fury blew. She had no strength to withstand the strong gust and gave in to meet her end.

When she was young, she had once asked him “Why don’t you stay, if you love me.”

To which, he had replied “You should know my darling, that my love for you has always existed, right from the moment I set my eyes on you, when you were just bud sealed in your protective cocoon, knowing that the cruel world waited outside to devour your beauty, but you peeped out one deep red petal at a time, slowly, confidently, swaying delicately in the breeze. I had caressed you before anyone had even discovered your beauty. I thought you loved me because you were young and did not know of the admirers that you would have, once you bloomed. But even now you wait just for me every night. I am jealous of the butterflies and bees for they can bury their secrets in your bosom throughout the day whenever you let them, but I, have just these wee hours in the morning before the sun rays touch us. I have to go leaving you alone because I want to return to you every night. I know that sometimes you wish you wouldn’t melt in my love but the truth is I melt every single day just to be with you. Our moments together might be less but remember my love, I come back only for you. The day you wither I shall annihilate my soul and join you in the ranks of the breeze.” 

The next morning when he visited, he knew she would be gone but he settled over her remains- the scattered petal that she was and the dew that he was, having the last of their unseen rendezvous!



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Feb 1, 2012

The battle - 55 fiction #2

She struggled hard, trying everything in her will to conquer it. It seemed never ending. Just as she thought she had it under control, it slithered like a snake out of her hands. Winning against it seemed almost impossible.

Exasperated, she cried out, “Why the hell is draping a saree such a painfully difficult task?”

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