Saturday, 28 January 2012

How long has it been?

How long has it been,
Since u last held a crayon,
And drew from ur heart?

How long has it been,
Since u last felt the raindrops on ur face,
And stood mesmerised by the beauty of the storm?

How long has it been,
Since u last did what u REALLY desired,
And went tht extra mile, not caring for ur work?

How long has it been,
Since u last saw, not looked at,
The beauty around u?

Since u took a break,
From this blind rat race?

Since u breathed, and not just inhaled,
Since u 'lived' and were not 'just alive'...?

It's a serious question to be asked: Just how long has it been?

Monday, 16 January 2012

Missing you mum...

It rained today mom,
Just like that other day,
When you were still here, mom,
And life was blissfully gay

I saw the rainbow again mom,
Beautiful just like last time,
Everything was just the same mom,
Only you and me, we are untwined.


I smelled the soil, mom,
It was pure and fresh and sweet,
It reminded me of your fragrance, mom,
Adoring, amorous and serene.

The sun showed up after the storm, mom,
Just like you said it would,
But it didn’t cheer me up, mom,
Although you said it should.

I heard the birds chirrup, mom,
It made me want to cry,
The birds, they are with their mothers, mom,
But me, I don’t have you by my side.

I’m feeling lonely, mom,
It’s not the same without you,
Why did you leave me so early, mom,
You know it’s hard not to miss you.

You said you’d be here forever, mom,
At least till I’d be able to understand,
But I’m still your princess, mom
Deaths, loss, I can’t comprehend…

I’m missing you a lot, mom,
And so is everyone else,
Ah! The sky is finally clear, mom,
It’s my face that’s raining now

Sunday, 15 January 2012

The clock's ticking...

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second,
The clock’s ticking…
An impalpable entity, time that is,
Ruling our life, every minute, every second of it.
With its formidable presence,
Ticking away in the corner,
Counting down to the end,
Binding us in the chakra of this world.
The clock’s ticking,
And we, the prisoner of time,
Follow meekly, its arms…
Caught up in the worldly web.
The clocks ticking,
Heartless, unstoppable, eternal,
And our life, the captive,
Continues on trapped in a vapid cyclone…

Friday, 13 January 2012

Sacrifice :A short story


It was dark and cold. She shuddered as she walked through the empty streets-lost and alone, all alone. The rain came crashing down. She pulled her blood soaked jacket closer, hoping it would ease the pressure of the storm, hoping everything would turn out okay. It didn’t work.
It wasn’t the first time she had run away. But this time it was different. This time all of this ended.
She felt the cold breeze against her face; the raindrops beating down on her. The silence-oh! The silence. It was deafening.
Just like last time. She thought. Just like last time…
Cold. Dark. Wet. Forbidding. Silent…
But the rain is good in a way. She thought. No one can see my tears now.
She was in the town now. It came in a flash, the shops, the streets, the memories…
She became aware of all the eyes on her. A woman on the bus stop eyed her warily. A shop owner stopped what he was doing to see her-a young girl covered in blood. A little kid in a candy store looked at her curiously. It was as though everyone was staring at her; as though everyone knew what she had done; as though everyone wanted her to die for the sins she had committed.
She kept walking, not returning the stares, too ashamed to look into the eyes of these people.
“You hurt, kid?” she heard the woman at the bus stop yell. She didn’t reply. She wanted to be invisible, to be forgotten.
A horn blared in the background and she realized she was walking in the middle of the road.
“Watch it!” The driver screamed.
She didn’t pay attention. She had to get away from here. She had to go.
The grotesque scene was still crystal clear in her mind. Her little brother, all of fifteen years, with a gun in his hand. Their uncle, drunk as usual, unbuckling his belt for the daily beatings. The sound of the shot. The uncle dropping dead. Her brother frightened.
Don’t worry Sam. She had said. I’ll take care of it. Go to bed. Don’t worry at all.
The police would soon figure out that she was the one to kill her uncle. Her brother would be fine.
Take care of yourself. She had said. And you know what to tell the police. Please do this for me. I am counting on you, Sam. Please.
He’ll be safe. She consoled herself. He’ll be safe.
Lost in her thoughts, she reached the city canal. The storm raged faster. The raindrops hit her like bullets. The clouds roared in wrath.  
It’s time. She thought. To pay for the sins I have committed. To do the last thing for Sam.
She neared the edge of the bridge. The storm increased its fury. The water lashed at the bridge. Trees rocked in the wind. Somewhere in the distance, she thought she heard a scream. It was as if nature itself was screaming
“Die! Die! Die!”
She stepped on the railing of the bridge. This is it. I’m sorry.
She raised her hands up, preparing to dive. In the background, someone shouted her name.
Too late. It’s too late.
 The next thing she knew, she was falling. She closed her eyes as she splashed into the water. She didn’t try to swim, didn’t try to get out.  
The lack of oxygen made it hard for her to think. She felt the urge to breathe.
No. This is it. This is how it ends.
And with that the last bit of life left her.

Monday, 9 January 2012

If only you could believe...


“Mommy, look! A monster!”
“It’s just the branches of a tree.”
“But mommy, It has claws...
 if only you could believe…”

“Mommy, someone painted the sky!”
“That’s just a rainbow, dear.”
“I know it’s not real.” She sighed
“But if only you could believe…”

“Now listen to me, dear.
Fairies, monsters don’t exist.
They are just a figment of your imagination.
Believe me they don’t subsist.

“I know, mom, that they aren’t supposed to exist.
But think for a moment if they did live.
Imagine all that can be,
If you just choose to believe…”

“Believe, that there’s indeed a world,
Beneath the one we see,
Full of magic and wonder.
A place everyone would want to be.
“Stop kidding honey, be reasonable.
This is a real world, where we live.
No mysteries, no wonders.
No surprises, no hidden gifts.”

“It would be better if you too realize,
That no such things exist.
That all your stories are fake.
You princes and princesses don’t exist.”

And so a child’s imagination was cursed.
She became a prisoner of logic.
She never again believed in anything.
She lived her life without magic.

And then one day, when she was dying,
A little girl pranced along.
“Don’t be scared miss,” she said.
Believe in God and heaven”
But alas, she couldn’t believe.
For her logic disregarded it.
And she died a tormented death.
Wishing that only if she had believed…
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