My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.
Bhaiya You don’t seem to be protective at all, You don’t even defend me when the cousins start mocking me, you don’t even scold my colleagues who bully me, You never …
HOW A KISS FEELS
Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels! When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role. When you feel your heat, …
The icon of love is just a simple smiley
Forecasted for the moments Quelling through the spacing rents The symbol of lively nearness Is just a part of the void vents When you see me seeking you You show me …
The plant For-Soaked
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.
Bhaiya You don’t seem to be protective at all, You don’t even defend me when the cousins start mocking me, you don’t even scold my colleagues who bully me, You never …
You Became A Prompt
Pic Credit – Pinterest You became a prompt To write upon., You maybe high enough to what I said, The astral doorway for a soul to come just closed …
You maybe high enough to what I said,
The astral doorway for a soul to come just closed when you wanted to know,
But you were really high to get what I meant… Hearing you from time Is stirring me into quirky laments of past which consist you, as Passing through those pictures Of together, was like, life given to Polaroids.
I maybe idiosyncratic Though you loved me
For the way I am. Now when I try to remember you, as a person I loved, You come to me word by word Creating line by line out of you And then you turn out to be a prompt to write upon.
I became a grotesque to those Who called you prosaic, but never literally ratified,
I was spoiling into a distorted man.
Though you were unromantic, sometimes still made a dilemma of loving yourself.
The anxiousness for my sacred emotions
Brings a mere change to our dove
Changing me scabulously of what I am getting from you, just coz you were my love. And you gone too soon, and I left you where you wanted to go.., I tried being fractious to invigorates your presence to the world blaming your different shades to be false.
Your part by part changed into scars which I recognized, and you always hid. Now I try my best to portrait you, like before, to check, do I still remember the outlines, but I end up writing it instead, how your face kills me when I see it today.
How each day I lost my self-respect in building yours, and you instead engaging in your stigma of fantasies, busy in showing off your self-obsession against empathy. I chose to forlesen to you. Coz I was your creation of forlorn.
You always want a reverie and this turned out to be a fantasy of reality, Your head shaped like rosebud petals, the body below had thorns, Even than hugged you tightly, each hydathode just punctures my body like a knife gently stabbed inside. I kept bleeding, I didn’t care, the petals of your head beside my shoulders were treating me for that. So as I said, I always tried to care you, like gardener watering you, to grow and spread your fragrance to the entire world.
It doesn’t pain more, now
Writing them is an escape to my cries,.
So, you over to me word by word assort them line by line, end up in creating
A poem out of you whence came the prompt to write upon.
I am 6′
Versvales I m 6 they removed my pants Told me to roam naked, With full of embarrassment Everyone was inside, couldn’t shout enough louder to their ears, for help They started …
I m 6 they removed my pants
Told me to roam naked, With full of embarrassment
Everyone was inside, couldn’t shout
enough louder to their ears, for help
They started throwing water with small stones which strike below hard and then some ground dust with dry grass to make look it brown and stingy.
I am scared, they were 6 and their laughing faces fear me enough to groan for my pants.
I kept trying, running around stretching my t-shirt from the bottom end to hide my dirt and the nakedness. However, I failed, and cry harder thinking they would stop. They were old enough to understand what I was going through but still,
They made me sat down cross legs, the very first time the grass felt like cactus which was painful enough to traumatize my eternal. On the other hand, now I could hide it, my nakedness from them
But they were not in a mood. They caught my leg pull it towards them. They picked a rotten dry brown enfeebled stick usually fallen on the grass from trees above.
which was hard enough to pinch.
They started stabbing my bumps, with that thank God not inside, but one by one they continued till that bleed. I shouted and threatened them to stop else I’ll call my dad.
This was the wrongest statement I made that time. They started pinching the front part then. I was helpless and suddenly heard the steps of an elder approaching. They ran away left me lying in pain over that grass which was irritating me and burning my sensations of the abdomen part. I picked up my pant went inside took a bath without telling anyone maybe fear stopped me or the condition they made of me coz I was a boy and none Expects that condition from a boy. I was dead then. Yes at 6.
But I waited.
Waited to grow up.
To make them realise what they did.
Cause from that day I grew up as arrogant. I missed being polite to anyone.
I become a fighter, a giant and hard one.
I hate and hit harder if anyone touches me even for love and for someone who dabs my back with pride, even my parents’ touch was a question to me.
I grew up and then karma put them there
Where I was at 6, lying on the grass with naked pants.
Now I am 15,
those 6 are together again, and their laughing faces again took me to that day.
The agony which made me scream that day was to be given back.
I closed the gates of my home, called everyone from inside by shouting louder enough to reach their ears, They were sure to be beaten up, but my debonair was different. Everyone gathered in the garden, I removed my pants, with tears falling down with every word coming out of my mouth. I showed them the scars the way they made my down part dirty and how they pained me till I bleed back and front. I screamed on and on and on not on those 6 but on my 4. Why they couldn’t hear my scream that day. Why they never asked about the bath I took that day out of my routine at 6 in the evening. Why I hate and shout at their touch when they were showing care and love in against. Why and why and why .?….
Why they never noticed my arrogance at the age of 6 and termed it as a hormonal change so early. Why they never felt the communication gap. I want to ask them why I didn’t feel comfortable sharing my problems with them. Why they never asked me the reason when the principal phoned them to pick me up from the school coz I was engaged in a fight.. why I fight every time. Why I killed myself at the age where everyone just started a new life. Why? Why I could not thrash their laughing faces now when I m capable of it.??
I hate myself. Not
My family…
Not those 6,
But for myself…
Coz, I was the guy,
And according to the society we grew in where Only girls are meant to be noticed, they are the only one who gets tortures not guys. So I hate myself to be a boy and bless myself not to be a girl cause they are expected to go through these which is more painful.
And yup
its a poem🖤
The Character Talking
Pic Credits- Pinterest The Character Talking I was a writer since childhood and found out during my higher education. But lack of resources kept me within a limit. I didn’t have …
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The Character Talking
I was a writer since childhood
and found out during my higher education.
But lack of resources kept me
within a limit. I didn’t have a broken heart,
never had anyone who, Loved.
Even didn’t follow the great duologue by Professor Snape. The potter series to me was totally nugatory. Nor lost whom I loved,
neither felt rejection OR betrayal ever, so I can write upon. Obviously, parents were always an exception. However, I didn’t write then. And now, though the situations aren’t the same I got both the resources. A broken heart, and Lost a loving.
So, unlike you I didn’t have any ex, I just went into the character, Live it, to write it finally. I know that’s crazy. I m a liar too, I may lie sometimes. You’ll never know is it me or the character besides. My family calls me psycho. Coz’ they never know is it me
or the character talking.
They may loiter around maybe I’m surrounded by every member still I feel this alone thing. These topics perhaps are not worthy, to write upon anymore.
But do u stop feeling alone I don’t know why, after every writes out of my heart,
I still feel incompleteness. It’s like, the heart sends the same prompt loopingly.
I didn’t have any ex as I said, I m a liar too, fortunately. The real me has lost the genuineness, the soul now became, more of a character that killed my actualness.
I may lie you, to count upon me.
I have lost my consciousness,
the subconscious mind says, Learn some spirituality, Bow your head, to the only Almighty. Clot the plots, Hold the literal slot
Precipice your eternal soberness
Closed eyes are often highness,
be apart or part with it, Say it all or don’t say it. Give it a chance atheist or don’t give a damm thing. Is it me?
Or the Character talking.
Never pretend to glee you can’t mend more
Rout it out with a bang or let me just weep. The piece is more like a plea successively getting better with each line like secondary, the words get tougher till date so you evade the rhythm, it doesn’t matter, but it shouldn’t be fake.
I was never taught to do it, I just felt
at one night, prior to putting it.
The journey is still on and going
Fathom the unfortunate me, however after every pass out
I’m again at the ancient, locked
and lost the key. Became ardent for the potter series, and the reply of Snape which kept killing me, like, “Always”!
Then and now, turned different
I found, what I loved, which I lost is poisoning eternally. I really don’t know Is it me or the character talking.
Mornings’Dream
Credits- shot_u_mentarian The Mornings’ Dream When was the last time you dreamt about something which totally vivified you the day? It’s a saying if you had a very strange …
When was the last time you dreamt about something which totally vivified you the day? It’s a saying if you had a very strange dream in the morning time then you must be ‘open eyes’ throughout the day else you might experience mystifying events on the day. Today when I woke up suddenly in the morning just because of a terrifying (no, not a terrifying one) but an inexplicable dream which made me pen down it for envisaging. This begins like a doughty story with a plucky ingress, where I am 21, sleeping in my bedroom, and a dream with my second and third self, pet named XX and YY.
“Dreams are the reality, of the parallel world, emanated by you, where you are the creator, implementer, and eliminator.”
They both are totally me but differ only by a quality tag of God and Devil respectively. My besties XX (pronounced “double X”) and YY (pronounced “double Y”) were two different selves of mine, where one has virtues of deity and the other is pure evil. I called them by their quality tags rather than by their literal names. They both were against each other’s ideology of suggesting to me throughout the journey, if God says walk on the footpath just to make me follow the rules then Devil says walk at the middle of the road, to make me follow the notion. (Not only vehicles should be allowed to use the middle section, but the footed ones are also the aspirants). So by this, you can find out the distinction between them.
We were traversing on the course of life story, where three (I, XX, and YY) of us are brawling with each other in deciding the exact route of reaching an unknown purpose to meet the ones I usually miss and think about when daydreaming. At initial, we knew it was a long way and we might create some dissensions in reaching there and as the journey starts with time, the things were more ostensible as assumed primary. We began with hating, hushing, disputing by raising our voices at each other. Since we three were similar but still hungering on for such small worldly desires that bring us to commit slay ideologically but not practically.
“Effectuating the fact, we breathe to live. But never literally ratified, we breathe to give”.
The first lap we reached tussling with was of five trees planted thirty years ago together in a closed circle which now make a hut type canopy due to the contiguity of the nodes of each tree and under which there is always a cold wind pressure with a big heavy stone placed like a platform just before each tree to sit, breathe & relax. These soapbox stones were once placed by me and some of my pals while smoking and having a time with natures’ beauty as you’ll hardly find five trees planted & grown, together with a natural hut. I don’t know why this dream chooses to take the first stop here but whatever, this was the best stop I would always choose in reality.
I still remember when I stood here for the first time after placing these natural heavy boxes, I said “it’s the best place to spend my entire life breathing beneath these trees”, just because of that cool pleasant atmosphere fashioned by the trees and the company I used to enjoy with, which was now lost in present and was searching them in dreams. We never thought of departing each other but we knew the time will come and we all have to be on our own paths and will be lost in fulfillment of future plans which will make us tire one day. We all have to realize the fact that whatever we do for our own good lasts shortly but if we do it for others it never lasts only (getting back to the dream).
Now we moved further on the path but let me tell you about a habit of mine that whenever I felt sleepy I act like a drunkard without being drunk. As we left the first lap, suddenly I felt that I am turning into a drunken head and unless we reach our next checkpoint I will be carrying out the same. I started suffering the highness of my sleep that, the other two kept holding me on all over the way to make me lie down on the second lap. What an amazing irony one can come across, (I was sleeping and was dreaming of sleeping) and the other one was (I was acting like a drunkard without been drunk).
We reached the second lap where I took a sound sleep and got ready to move forward sincerely towards the end of the journey. The second lap was a beach and I was lying down beside the rivers’ bank. It seems shocking I have never been to any beach nor any river banks in my reality and still in that dream, my second lap was the beach. This was inexplicable to my satisfaction of knowing the reason, of being there, but still, I can explain the entire scenario of that beach initiating from getting into sleep and awakening of it till we moved further. I literally don’t know the ingress to that beach everything seeks to be blurred due to the highness but I remembered the road we were walking on, then took a steep turn which eventually brings us to that beach.
My pals settle themselves for a while at a suitable place to rest as they were carrying me for a long time. The environment seems to be in love with us as it was dark cloudy and about to rain heavily, with a satisfying breeze flowing towards us which was directly hitting the faces and made all three of us sleep deeply. When I woke up, I took a very keen look at the beach and found only one tree which was grown tall, in the shape of a mushroom which makes a proper long rounded shade where my partners were distressing. I didn’t like, that single tree so I grew some more trees there which immediately grew rapidly in front of us like magic, few people were littering around which I didn’t like so I erased them. They were just humiliating the beach’s beauty by throwing garbage and besmirching nature, so I erased those peoples, their garbage, and their humiliation of yonder. This was the very first time I showed myself the real act of a supernatural human being and I knew there are more, to come(obviously in the dream).
“Love to be on this planet! Where the highest is the sky and the lowest is the water, when they meet together, they make wide blue yonder”.
I was excited about being on a beach for the first time in my life wandering, jumping To and Fro happily. Touching and feeling the river with both hands walking on the surface of river water (another act of supernatural human being) as if I was witnessing this all in reality but it was a dream (again an irony). It seems so real, passionate and made it possible for me to explain because I was like a bystander of those events. I observed every event so keenly like a God who is omnipresent. It was like, I was there above the clouds like God, watching humans (including me) performing deeds while living in this world. It was me who was creating the characters, events, and tasks to be performed (again an act of supernatural human being). It was me who was implementing everything and, at last, it was me who was eliminating the things I disliked. It began raining and we were now ready to move. Despite the heavy rain, we headed further in our way and left the beach. Soon I commanded the rain to stop gradually (another act of supernatural human being).
Coming over the way we found a woman standing with her back facing us. The Devil started humming a random tune whereas, God stays calm and gave a gentle look to her. The time she turned to me I hugged her directly. (Why?) Perhaps we were in love and in a kind of relation once, or it is just about a dream girl. (Actually, both are the same and it’s very difficult to have your dream girl and lover to be the same. People hardly find their dream girl in reality). I still love her as she has a way of living congruent to me. Maybe she had the same reason too though I never asked why she loved me. Maybe that’s why I met her in my dreams and not in reality. Soon after this short meet I thanked her for every bit of memory, smiled, and just walked ahead.
Time doesn’t wait for any and when it makes you feel that, means you had been stuck on something which you have to leave soon. Perhaps I had the same problem so we started running towards the final destination. But do we really know what is the final destination or where is it and when it is going to come? No, we hardly know anything and we were just moving meeting people at places despite the truth of being in a dream. So where am I stuck, in my dream or in my verity? But the dream was mine and I was the deity of it. So I decided to put this dream to an end by waking up, and the other two would vanish immediately as I was just over with them. I told them in a dream that they had really pissed me off and now I don’t want either of them and am going to wake up and you both will be finished.
They got sort of edgy and realized the fact that I am their pioneer and can really kill them in the dream, so they had to attend to me the way I wanted. The very foremost thing I told them was to merge themselves and get them back in my mind. So not having any options left I merged them and brought them into my brain and showed the final real act of supernatural human being to me. Now I have both my positive and negative aspects back in me which initially were tramping around me since I started this dream. I was about to wake up on my own but we have mothers too to do this job when we all, oversleep and become supernatural human beings in dreams. They use to come, sprinkle some water on the face, and shouts like we have been asleep for years.
“Time is meant to be spent. Unless you have it enough you can’t even have it on rent”.
*Context meaning:
1. Vivified –curious about something interesting
2. Mystifying – puzzled
3. Envisaging – predicting future events
4. Doughty – courageous
5. Plucky – heroic
6. Ingress – an entrance
7. Brawling – fighting
8. Dissensions – disputes
9. Ostensible – apparent (clear)
10. Besmirching – contaminating
11. Verity – reality (truth)
12. Tramping – walking noisily
Last Days OF Love
Credits-@writings_jp Today is 2nd of August it’s been a month and till now we haven’t seen any progress in his health.“Please get all the bills signed by the doctor, and …
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Today is 2nd of August it’s been a month and till now we
haven’t seen any progress in his health.“Please get all the bills signed by
the doctor, and after that arrange them according to the date. I need to get
the reimbursement on all the bills of the hospital because we started lacking
with money so the bank in which your uncle works, told us to submit all the
signed bills by 10th of August”, my aunt said.
We were in this hospital since the 2nd of July my uncle was admitted because of heavy weakness due to deficiency of blood, the haemoglobin
was getting low rapidly. The doctor said he needs two units of blood
immediately. So after the infusion of two units, his Hb increased and he started getting well but gradually. My uncle aunt didn’t have any child and they
spent 24 years of marriage together without a child which hardly affected their
lives. I am their nephew and was staying in the hospital with them since they were
facing this problem. I loved both of them truly and they too, loved me with all
possible care so I decided to stay with them until they get off the hospital
and be home.
Living with them made me realized True Love and
the chemistry between two pure lovers. I realized that having a child is a
secondary thing the most primary thing is love between the two. Every day my
aunt use to brush his teeth, sponge his body, change his clothes and diapers,
and made him urinate in a urinal while lying on the bed. She also make-up his
face by applying a little bit of fragrance powder and applying an eyeliner
(kajal), which completes his make-up, then eventually she kisses his forehead
and sighs with the satisfaction of still being with her.
He always says to her “I am alive just because of you”,
and smiles at her with the same satisfaction of being with him. This was their
routine since the day they were in this hospital. They become like family to
the staff and were greeted by every single staff member of the hospital. Every day
one or the other visitor keeps visiting us either his bank fellow members or
family members even his childhood friends also visited him who haven’t heard
about him since childhood. Everyone was shocked after hearing that we have been
here more than a month and today we cannot even say, that he is recovering.
When he gets bored while lying on the same bed around a
month, we use to play songs for him sometimes even sing them and dance on them but
he always ask my aunt to sing and says looking towards me, “I love her voice” and
she replies him looking towards me by saying, “I love his songs to sing”. She
is very melodious while singing which always made him asleep. They also use to
tell stories of their first meet which marked the beginning of their journey.
From getting married and till the date the fate has always made them live
together. We always keep praying to God in numerous ways the doctor also said
he needs lots and lots of wishes so that first he should get’ mentally well
so that the given medication can work properly then only the body will recover
quickly. We were trying every possible way with patience but still, there was
not even a percent of progress.
And then a day came,
we were hopeful in the beginning, but eventually, every possibility came to an
end. We decided to refer him to the other hospital on the advice of one of the
senior doctors of the particular hospital where we were heading. We transferred
him to that hospital in the evening and the doctor in charge admitted him
directly to ICU.
My uncle got very edgy suddenly when he realized he is at
some different hospital now and started asking me why they brought me over here
what happened to me and we kept saying everything is good there’s nothing to
worry, and we brought you here only for cross-examining so that we may get
confirm about the medication been given. We explained everything to the doctor
and he said,” he’ll be okay you have brought him to the right place”, and they
started treating him.
We were told to stay in a private room just beside the ICU
ward because it wasn’t allowed to stay with patients, so the doctor told us to
leave the ICU and stay in the private ward. It was ten o’clock summers at their
peak, I and my aunt left him in the ICU and when we were leaving him he said,”
don’t leave me alone over here I am not feeling good” and we replied to him, “stay
strong we are outside the room only a sound away just call my name and I’ll be
there”, and the protocols made us leave him. But I kept visiting him three to
five times and he asked me to stay with him so I kissed his forehead and told
him to sleep you’ll be good soon and then the aunt visited him and said good
night, affirmed him that he will be good by tomorrow, and kept saying just stay
strong. This was the first night since the last six months, for him to spend alone
without us but we were in the next room. At 12 am we made him sleep and we left
him, thinking that now we’ll come in the morning to give him breakfast but we never
knew that this was the last time we were seeing him and talking, we never knew
that these were the last words to be heard and spoken.
On the 7th of August at
3:40 am, I heard knocking at our room’s door, I opened the door
and the nurse said to come to ICU the doctor is calling. We went running over
there and saw my uncle looking towards the entrance waiting to see us. When I
looked at him he called my name with a sigh and raised his hand towards me as
if he was asking for help or something but just after that his hand fall at the
bed and he started taking deep breaths, a man was pressing or pumping his heart,
with both hands repeatedly. I could hardly make out anything at that time and
within no time the doctor declared his death due to a cardiac arrest.
We were speechless, my aunt was shocked and I was like
brainless nothing seems to be understood, this was the first time someone died
in front of me, and I was thinking he was still alive and I kept pumping his heart
and asking him to wake up but when I realised the truth I got shocked and
everything that happened last month, was coming like a flashback in front of my
eyes which was inexplicable, and suddenly I thought of my aunt. If I am having
a flashback of only a month than what about my aunt.
She must be going through an unimaginable phase
and what type of flashback she must be having. The pain I had because of this
one month was nothing other than the pain she was having. I only lived for a month
but she was with her for twenty-four years and now everything was lost the
struggle to make my uncle healthy failed, our every try failed, we failed the
doctors failed, all the decisions made were failed, all the wishes failed,
prayers, sacrifices money, hope, faith, eventually failed and finally I
realized that I lost my uncle with whom I spend the last month without leaving
him for a single minute, my aunt lost her husband with whom she spends her last
twenty-five years without leaving him for a day and was expecting of making it another twenty-five years but failed.
This was how they were spending the last days of love
without knowing the end is so close but they kept loving each other
unconditionally and till the last breath.
“We know how to start and whatever we
live is the middle but we will never know the end which can be edited being in the middle”.
TTT
The Throttle Tale Pic Credit- Pinterest I am in a room of 6×6 which is literally a normal size of the bed. I have a mat to lie upon, …
The Throttle Tale
I am in a room of 6×6 which is literally a normal size of the bed.
I have a mat to lie upon, a pot full of water, so I can drink it with using my
hands sometimes, to vacate the air inside me and not be dead and I got a stove
which can hardly be used but for a say, it is there. I am trapped in this world
and I have no idea where they have kept me except the dimensions and the
utilities I had been provided with. Apparently, it was jail like a thing still
unknown to me and I have my reasons to be here. But before I begin the reasons
here are some facts to be known first. I am 21 and mortal. I am accused of
causing death by negligence. And most important I am not guilty and hence
framed terrifically. It’s been three days here I am totally alive on water and
now starving has crossed the limits. I think today will be the last day of my
life and I don’t think anyone here will give me anything.
I have a mat to lie upon, a pot full of water, so I can drink it with using my
hands sometimes, to vacate the air inside me and not be dead and I got a stove
which can hardly be used but for a say, it is there. I am trapped in this world
and I have no idea where they have kept me except the dimensions and the
utilities I had been provided with. Apparently, it was jail like a thing still
unknown to me and I have my reasons to be here. But before I begin the reasons
here are some facts to be known first. I am 21 and mortal. I am accused of
causing death by negligence. And most important I am not guilty and hence
framed terrifically. It’s been three days here I am totally alive on water and
now starving has crossed the limits. I think today will be the last day of my
life and I don’t think anyone here will give me anything.
I haven’t seen a face or heard a voice in the last three days and the
water which kept me alive till now is about to end. Shouting to the loudest
voice didn’t make any change and fainted me down. However, when I woke up, I
found the pot was full again with water and two eggs were kept beside the stove
and this sight gave me a life again. Without wasting much time in seeking, I
ate those eggs and drank water by turning my hands into a hollow shape. Suddenly
I heard some voices whispering and approaching me. I was sure this might be
a jail-like thing but it’s not and I am kidnapped and kept over here. I got
fainted again after eating as if they had added something to those eggs. When I
got up after some time I realized that my place was changed but the dimensions
and utilities were the same. Now I decided to escape and made a plan.
water which kept me alive till now is about to end. Shouting to the loudest
voice didn’t make any change and fainted me down. However, when I woke up, I
found the pot was full again with water and two eggs were kept beside the stove
and this sight gave me a life again. Without wasting much time in seeking, I
ate those eggs and drank water by turning my hands into a hollow shape. Suddenly
I heard some voices whispering and approaching me. I was sure this might be
a jail-like thing but it’s not and I am kidnapped and kept over here. I got
fainted again after eating as if they had added something to those eggs. When I
got up after some time I realized that my place was changed but the dimensions
and utilities were the same. Now I decided to escape and made a plan.
I made myself very clear, to get out I have to be very sensible
despite my weakness and pain. I have to make sure that no one should find
myself conscious while pretending to be unconscious, so I may not be drugged
again and can be aware of what they are talking about and if they change my
place again I can get some clue. But before my plan could start they covered my
face and cuffed my hands and legs, tied me to a chair but they didn’t drug me so that I may become conscious. I was confused and nervous if they found me
conscious they will hit me for sure. However, they never touched me and kept me
tied. My zest for escape was broken and I started crying. And whenever I use to
cry I always start singing my song, actually not a song but some lines in a
random rhythm composed by me that were,
despite my weakness and pain. I have to make sure that no one should find
myself conscious while pretending to be unconscious, so I may not be drugged
again and can be aware of what they are talking about and if they change my
place again I can get some clue. But before my plan could start they covered my
face and cuffed my hands and legs, tied me to a chair but they didn’t drug me so that I may become conscious. I was confused and nervous if they found me
conscious they will hit me for sure. However, they never touched me and kept me
tied. My zest for escape was broken and I started crying. And whenever I use to
cry I always start singing my song, actually not a song but some lines in a
random rhythm composed by me that were,
“I
love walking alone on the roads. At the midnight hours. Smoking cigarettes in a
chain
Under
sky to keep me awake. I m a jolly person, I am happy by mood. Beneath this sky
Till
the shines of the moon. Seeking humming of the transformer
Watching
the fluctuations of the bulbs, I try to myself to be forgotten, And let there be
no regrets.”
As the song
finishes, they removed the cover from my face and I saw a red French, bearded
tall white man holding a gun in his hands and told me to stop singing and
crying at the same time. He also told me to relax we will release you from all
your miseries of life obviously he sounded sarcastic and I said if you
wanna kill shoot on the head so that I may die in a click but don’t keep me this
way and kill me every second. He replied again in a sarcastic way” don’t
worry you’ll be free soon”.
finishes, they removed the cover from my face and I saw a red French, bearded
tall white man holding a gun in his hands and told me to stop singing and
crying at the same time. He also told me to relax we will release you from all
your miseries of life obviously he sounded sarcastic and I said if you
wanna kill shoot on the head so that I may die in a click but don’t keep me this
way and kill me every second. He replied again in a sarcastic way” don’t
worry you’ll be free soon”.
And then someone drugged me from behind by injection just one inch before, where shoulder starts and finally I was again
unconscious. When I woke up, I was on my bed, my cousins were sitting next to
me some were resting on the chairs and some were lying of tiredness like a dead
body just next to me, waiting for me to
open up my eyes. The youngest cousin began shouting, “He woke up” and
ran outside the room to call everyone and within a few “tick-tocks” of the watch
everyone was inside the room surrounded me and looking at me with a question mark
on their faces.
unconscious. When I woke up, I was on my bed, my cousins were sitting next to
me some were resting on the chairs and some were lying of tiredness like a dead
body just next to me, waiting for me to
open up my eyes. The youngest cousin began shouting, “He woke up” and
ran outside the room to call everyone and within a few “tick-tocks” of the watch
everyone was inside the room surrounded me and looking at me with a question mark
on their faces.
But instead, I
ask them what happen why everyone is here, have I done something wrong, and one
of my cousins said, you were lost for five days and everyone thought you were
killed by those people who accused you, of their sins. But your father said
he’ll bring you home without being touched by those people and see you are
here. I told everyone to leave me alone except my father.
ask them what happen why everyone is here, have I done something wrong, and one
of my cousins said, you were lost for five days and everyone thought you were
killed by those people who accused you, of their sins. But your father said
he’ll bring you home without being touched by those people and see you are
here. I told everyone to leave me alone except my father.
I asked him,
“How’d you do that? I mean they were about to kill me. A red beard man was
having a gun and then he was about to shoot me but someone from back injected
something and when I woke up I am here, what happened actually please let me
know”
“How’d you do that? I mean they were about to kill me. A red beard man was
having a gun and then he was about to shoot me but someone from back injected
something and when I woke up I am here, what happened actually please let me
know”
He replied,
“I wanted you home the same day but,
“I wanted you home the same day but,
It took five
days for me to make this happen. It’s ok dear, I was worried but then I was
smart as well so I managed them with their own minds”. And then he
scared me after replying by calling in a raised voice with a sound of clearing
the throat, “hmmm hmmm come inside Peter”,
days for me to make this happen. It’s ok dear, I was worried but then I was
smart as well so I managed them with their own minds”. And then he
scared me after replying by calling in a raised voice with a sound of clearing
the throat, “hmmm hmmm come inside Peter”,
and that same red-bearded
fellow with that same gun attached to his belt came inside and stood in front
of me and I screamed with fear he was the one who was to shoot me. My father
consoled me and said he was my man I only, send him to bring you back home
don’t worry he loves you the same.
fellow with that same gun attached to his belt came inside and stood in front
of me and I screamed with fear he was the one who was to shoot me. My father
consoled me and said he was my man I only, send him to bring you back home
don’t worry he loves you the same.
Peter said,
“When you were two years old I use to take you for a walk and you hold my
index finger so tightly so that you may not fall on the ground. The time passes
so fast now you are 21”.
“When you were two years old I use to take you for a walk and you hold my
index finger so tightly so that you may not fall on the ground. The time passes
so fast now you are 21”.
I asked him
and my father,” but how you both brought me back what you all did, and I
was dying every second over there and they hardly gave me anything to eat and
kept me alive on the water, so please tell me what you both did”.
and my father,” but how you both brought me back what you all did, and I
was dying every second over there and they hardly gave me anything to eat and
kept me alive on the water, so please tell me what you both did”.
Peter
replied,” it was the toughest time I can understand and now you are home
free from all your accusations and fears. So now take some rest and only try to
be more, tough, in your life. How we did can’t be told the only thing I can say
is that your father made them a deal which they can’t refuse and that deal
brought you here so just relax and move on from now onwards”.
On that day,
I realized about the rage of my father and kept imagining his power and the
deals he made. And this is how my father became my godfather and I become a man
from a boy. And the deal was still unknown to me, but later on, I found that
they left this city and were sorry for their false accusations. And I and peter
are now friends after so many years and we often go for night walks and he also
trains me to use gun and defence techniques.
I realized about the rage of my father and kept imagining his power and the
deals he made. And this is how my father became my godfather and I become a man
from a boy. And the deal was still unknown to me, but later on, I found that
they left this city and were sorry for their false accusations. And I and peter
are now friends after so many years and we often go for night walks and he also
trains me to use gun and defence techniques.
The way she looks
Pic Credit- Pinterest It was an orange evening the sky appears to be reddish but more in an orangey appearance. It was nearly six o’clock and everyone was out of the …
It
was an orange evening the sky appears to be reddish but more in an orangey
appearance. It was nearly six o’clock and everyone was out of the “Computer
Science for class 12”, the name of the coaching class, the next batch of students
were getting ready and the previous batch just got finished. It was the last
day of the students of the previous batch. Everyone was seeking something which
made the sky orange as if they know it but rather enjoying it everyone was busy
in searching the cause. Soon it started fading gradually and I could witness
every moment so perfectly because I was enjoying it every second sitting at the
seat of my bike facing towards the sky. The bike was parked just outside the
building of the classes beside the road where the footpath ends.
was an orange evening the sky appears to be reddish but more in an orangey
appearance. It was nearly six o’clock and everyone was out of the “Computer
Science for class 12”, the name of the coaching class, the next batch of students
were getting ready and the previous batch just got finished. It was the last
day of the students of the previous batch. Everyone was seeking something which
made the sky orange as if they know it but rather enjoying it everyone was busy
in searching the cause. Soon it started fading gradually and I could witness
every moment so perfectly because I was enjoying it every second sitting at the
seat of my bike facing towards the sky. The bike was parked just outside the
building of the classes beside the road where the footpath ends.
The view was
totally amazing, I laid on the seat headed up seeking the relationship between
clouds and sky, which was way simpler than anything, clouds come and go but
they never leave the sky, they stay.
totally amazing, I laid on the seat headed up seeking the relationship between
clouds and sky, which was way simpler than anything, clouds come and go but
they never leave the sky, they stay.
While enjoying this, I started thinking
about having someone in life, who comes on own and stays in life alike, clouds
and at any cost, they always return to the stay, someone like a cloud.
about having someone in life, who comes on own and stays in life alike, clouds
and at any cost, they always return to the stay, someone like a cloud.
Then
suddenly everything got paused when I looked to the opposite side of the road,
suddenly everything got paused when I looked to the opposite side of the road,
same as if someone pressed the pause button to the playing video.
There
was a girl standing up headed up to the sky, enjoying the view, and smiling
heartily as if she was in love with the appearance of the sky and I was looking
at the way of her looking the sky.
was a girl standing up headed up to the sky, enjoying the view, and smiling
heartily as if she was in love with the appearance of the sky and I was looking
at the way of her looking the sky.
Her way of looking at things was just adorable
one can never ignore the way, she was lost in her happiness and soon she turned
suspicious when she saw me starring her activities and soon she started doing
the same, so now we both were starring each other. Her way of doing things like
when she was
one can never ignore the way, she was lost in her happiness and soon she turned
suspicious when she saw me starring her activities and soon she started doing
the same, so now we both were starring each other. Her way of doing things like
when she was
looking the sky spreading her hands to hug the sky, feeling the
blowing cool wind, the orangey impression of the yonder, and the confident air
she carries with her, was so much loving that it made me smile and I kept my
smile while seeing right into her eyes which eventually made her smile too.
This was more than much of an observation made at first sight and then soon her
friends took her inside the coaching center. The play tab was pressed again
but,
blowing cool wind, the orangey impression of the yonder, and the confident air
she carries with her, was so much loving that it made me smile and I kept my
smile while seeing right into her eyes which eventually made her smile too.
This was more than much of an observation made at first sight and then soon her
friends took her inside the coaching center. The play tab was pressed again
but,
I
was amazed and got myself stuck in figuring out whatever just happened.
was amazed and got myself stuck in figuring out whatever just happened.
I
was still standing there, after spending ten minutes coming back to
the reality, I realized that she is
was still standing there, after spending ten minutes coming back to
the reality, I realized that she is
the cloud I was wondering for and this is the
the only time to give this cloud a sky to roam and stay. However, I was totally
convinced if gone now, I will lose her for life. So I kept waiting at the
the same place again figuring out if she comes again in front of me what will I do
or say to make that cloud stay in this sky. I hope I will not stammer while
conversing or how will I start conversing, I was high of nervousness and just
after fifteen minutes, I heard the footsteps approaching down the stairs
towards the gate. She came out and stood right in front of me like whatever I
was imaging is coming true and again someone pressed the pause tab. I was
stunned for a minute but looking at her made me easy and were lost looking at each
other in eyes. Before I could make out anything on how to start she said,
the only time to give this cloud a sky to roam and stay. However, I was totally
convinced if gone now, I will lose her for life. So I kept waiting at the
the same place again figuring out if she comes again in front of me what will I do
or say to make that cloud stay in this sky. I hope I will not stammer while
conversing or how will I start conversing, I was high of nervousness and just
after fifteen minutes, I heard the footsteps approaching down the stairs
towards the gate. She came out and stood right in front of me like whatever I
was imaging is coming true and again someone pressed the pause tab. I was
stunned for a minute but looking at her made me easy and were lost looking at each
other in eyes. Before I could make out anything on how to start she said,
“I told Sir about you, that
someone is bunking the class the very first day standing at the parking
in a military outfit but he told me it was your last day so I have to rush down
again to see you, so here I am but I also thought you might have left why you
are still here.”
someone is bunking the class the very first day standing at the parking
in a military outfit but he told me it was your last day so I have to rush down
again to see you, so here I am but I also thought you might have left why you
are still here.”
I replied, “I was waiting for you, thinking if I left now will
make me lose you so here I am”. We smiled at each other again and this smile
was more than anything expressed in words. We exchanged names, numbers and she
told me that she was observing me, prior than I started noticing her. This made
her extraordinary means its’ rare for me to have someone to find extraordinary
in me from my ordinary way of living and the way I felt for her was the same for
her as well and we sat on the steps continuing the sharing of feelings of each
other’s first sight. I told her to leave after a while as it was her first day
but she told me to call after 7 pm and gave a hug and smiled with affection and left
for the class. Within no hour I found my “someone like a cloud”, just because she
returned like clouds return to the sky and I fell in love with the way she
seeks, and the way she looks and this is how I found the extraordinary from my
ordinary life.
make me lose you so here I am”. We smiled at each other again and this smile
was more than anything expressed in words. We exchanged names, numbers and she
told me that she was observing me, prior than I started noticing her. This made
her extraordinary means its’ rare for me to have someone to find extraordinary
in me from my ordinary way of living and the way I felt for her was the same for
her as well and we sat on the steps continuing the sharing of feelings of each
other’s first sight. I told her to leave after a while as it was her first day
but she told me to call after 7 pm and gave a hug and smiled with affection and left
for the class. Within no hour I found my “someone like a cloud”, just because she
returned like clouds return to the sky and I fell in love with the way she
seeks, and the way she looks and this is how I found the extraordinary from my
ordinary life.
