“Calm down, put it aside" he said, reaching out for her.
The bullet stopped him midway.
The silence calmed her down, finally.
“Oblivion or Reality?” asked Time.
“An oblivious reality", he chose.
“Love?" guessed Time.
“My sleep" he corrected.
With a menacing laughter, the cracker's final act was applauded well.
But wreathed in his smoke, someone gasped from the upper seats.
The air above was ignored unanimously.
Their lives revolved around each other but they could never get out of their orbits.
Love's gravity had failed in front of their distance.
He acted as if the dust from his class of 2006 photograph had made him cough.
But talk of ‘breathtaking' beauties and he still had an answer.
A pair of shoes took him to places.
Another pair helped him create memories out there.
"My love I regret",
The smoker did say,
"Was like this cigarette,
Slowly, burning away...
Because none could tell ,
What made us repel
When like smoke it vanished,
Or like ashes
She hid herself under the bed as he breaked into her room with bloodshot eyes .
Her monster hadn't asked before trading places.
After all he could never take a no.
“Come out! Don't hide anymore!" He shouted in the darkness.
“I am under the bed" came the voice.
The monster was a novice in hide and seek.
I won't lie. I can live without you for a day or two perhaps. What makes me afraid are the days after that.
An unreminded name.
I look at you
Through the cracks of time
And think of things
We left behind.
Memories seem vivid
Like sparks in your eyes
Even when you left
Some tears each eye
Our love was magic
I can't deny.
“Our love was magic" said his heart.
“That's why it vanished" argued the brain.
“I want pin-drop silence now" screamed the teacher.
The young couple didn't mind.
Their eyes did all the talking.
“You have no right to argue" said he.
“But we were both made by humans " said his AI girlfriend.
In every dark corner,
A shadow prevails.
To embrace in silence every man who fails.
And it ever so finds
Difficult to accept
Its need of suffering
And pain inept.
A sly killer,
It never goes to hunt
But picks its prey
From each solitary front.
And when no one's watching
It gets your secret
And tries to fill you
With rage and regret.
But they make us think
With a heavier heart
When pain and life
Don't feel apart.
And claim to listen
Each tale with poise
From each and every
And can they hold
Any prejudice or grudge
Against such listening,
And call it drudge ?
No, Man won't tire
Telling tales of woe
Until him we rescue
From his sorrow.
And keep such shadow...
Martyrs and insurgents lay equally on the streets of a war torn land.
A young boy's fingers learned counting that day.
“I miss home" he said cryingly.
“Just iron bars instead of a wall" consoled the other prisoner.
Home wasn't so simple for the crying man.
Once upon a time, they were “all over each other".
Now, they are all “over” each other.
Whenever he saw her , he became speechless.
Whenever she spoke, he couldn't hear anything else.
Whenever she smiled, he didn't see anything else.
He was like those three wise monkeys, only in love this time.
"Passengers are requested to take care of their belongings." echoed the announcement.
“I have ways to take care of them” thought the serial killer clutching his bag tight.
"Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear" said the side-glass.
He could have given anything now to see her on the mirror.
The new born entered this world with a crying face.
The first one in a long list of 'faces' to be put on by him for others.
They were jigsaw puzzles with missing pieces who hoped to complete each other.
Unluckily, Time and Fate could never solve their puzzle of love.
There is as I know it,
A place so dark and hideous
For all those who pass their nights
Reading syllabi invidious,
And it is ever known as "The Examination Hall"
Where lives the exam monster
To devour us all.
And it keeps coming back
To feed on minds alike
And you might never know it
When it comes again to strike.
The monster was born
From the devil's devious scheme
'Education' we call it
And I know it is grim.
She called herself a 'Beautiful Disaster'.
He wished to be her wilingful 'Victim'.
From the corner of her eye, she saw his shadow coming nearer and nearer.
"Not another eve teaser" imagined the woman pacing away.
"Strange woman" thought the beggar behind her.
He could show his love to her in a thousand different ways.
He was in love with their friendship.
The purest form of love.
His nights went sleepless.
He wanted to say the truth to her.
"I plead guilty", confessed the accused to the lady judge.
"Try , try and never give up" said the teacher.
The teen did the same with cigarettes, drugs and alcohol.
Tried and could never give up.