WRITINGS ON THE WALL
Faint dark patches,
Splashed all over,
With drugsome dose.
Specks in the chest,
Torn was the heart.
Limbs in rest,
And love departs.
Such was that war,
Lonely night witnessed,
This ugliest of brawls.
She murdered the hope,
And buried the soul,
Reeked of yesterday,
Where it all drowned.
Inked in pain,
Pitfalls they said,
WRITINGS ON THE WALL.
Because I Am Still Not Dead
(Invisible Death – 2)
Nicolas reminded me of old books from my attic. He had this sad and grubby face which oscillated between sad and really sad, every single minute. His oversized wayfarers and restless outlook always stayed in our quick coffee talks. He looked no different every day. His regular shade of blue shirts couldn’t help his case either.
Jack passed on the cigarette to me. “Dude! This guy is really in news, isn’t he?” We had a window of five minutes after lunch to re-login into our desktops. The HR called it perks; we renamed it rush-hour-smoke. “Not for the right reasons.” I quickly replied. “Did you notice his wo...
In the night sky of sorrows,
There lives a world of hope.
Dying beneath the chaos,
Fighting with unfamiliar foes.
Bring them the happiness,
Absorb their tower of tears.
Redeem the clan redundant,
Humans they are, all in fear.
I look into the company of skies,
To talk to me in lonely times.
I couldn’t nip this seclusiveness,
This struggle in the scorching mines.
A load of luggage in imaginings,
A tickle to my heart that’s drowning.
I see my abandoned love failing,
She reminds, this is just the beginning.
I feel the rains that drench me,
A faint ecstasy to the deserted trees.
The droplets that seduce the leaves,
Have come to me to avenge indeed.
A bunch of hopes too dense,
That can make my knees descend.
I bring to her my pains and burden,
But this darkness can only lament.
In collaboration with Kajoray
ADOM EATS THE APPLE
The scintillating dark sky was as vivacious as it was since three months. The gelid nights made Adom crawl beneath the brown benches of the only church situated on the hill. He continued to do this every night despite of the fact that Tachi, the gatekeeper of the church gave him glances each night he walked into the church gates.
There was something sceptical about Tachi. A dark middle aged fellow always in doubt of the passer-by’s, gave them unusual glances all along, all through the day. His job was to keep the church, safe and sound but the only thing he did was to qu...
The bus’s tyres squeaked as the driver hard-pressed the brakes. John pulled down the headphones to his shoulder and got off the shuttle service provided by his company.
(heavy rock music playing)
“Hello, Mr Dawson. Back early today?”
Rick Dawson was the only man who greeted John Connors every day on his walk back home. He used to come out for a stroll with his pet on evenings. “My pet likes the sunset”, he always jibed.
John smiled back. “Dad just called. He wanted to see his consultant today.”
Dawson held his pet’s belt tight. “No Cindy, wait. Ah, okay son…she never listens. See you!”
He lifted the garbage bag and dumped it into...
A walk on the seashores,
Evokes those memories.
I feel the waves and vibes,
Caress my sore ankles and toes.
The distance that grew
On our hectic roads,
Would eventually end
As ashes of dark sorrows.
Innocent vows exchanged
Have reached the morgue.
We were two then, and now,
It is just me and my shadow.
Days have been harsh,
These wounds still nascent.
They bleed all night,
And this pain ever follows.
thoughts pass by,
And fears remain still.
A tiring journey it was,
But my love never dilutes.
She dazzled to the song,
As the fire would to air.
She shed her inhibitions,
Like a bird flying in dare.
Misted thoughts surfaced,
Bringing forth the Aurora.
A bliss it was, that shade,
She was pulled into her era.
The gods blessed in love,
Heavens glanced her play.
She forgot the real world,
A day it was, a day in yesterday.
A collaboration between
Sudheer (PO# 232319) and
Vishakha (PO# 494366)
Rizwan with all his efforts and huge frustration to the way his day was ending, slammed a chair onto the door. His attempt turned futile, again.
He saw something unusual near the bookshelves. He dashed towards the other end of the library with his stinging leg. As he approached the area, he noticed a gleam of brightness looping around a book. He hesitantly grabbed the book; his touch immediately sucked the brightness out of it. The atmosphere grew darker and Rizwan could feel the cold...
A collaboration between
Vishakha (PO# 494366) and
Sudheer (PO# 232319).
The computer display started getting distorted. Rizwan cursed the loose networks at the server room, routinely.
He walked down the stairs nervously to the server station. The posts on Rihana’s social-site wall were strangulating him. “Rihana!” he screamed in sheer agitation. He missed a step and tumbled down the stairs.
Rizwan fixed the loose connection and returned back to the computer that made his world come to a standstill. He still could not have confidence in what was happening. He reread the posts ju...
A collaboration between
Vishakha (PO# 494366) and
Sudheer (PO# 232319).
Vishakha and I cordially invite you to be a part of Rizwan and Rihanna's story which will be posted in a series of three episodes beginning today. So here comes the first part -
Three days and there had been no conversation between them. Yellow glances and pink smiles through the book shelves hadn't grown tiresome, when the fourth day he finally initiated,
"Hi! I am Rizwan."
This was the time he wasn't standing opposite the bookshelf. Rather he stood right next to her with his right hand stretched forward. Sh...
* INCOMPLETE *
In collaboration with Vishakha,
( PO# 494366).
They pull me out of the celebrations,
Evil grin they to my turmoils.
Their eyes too dart,
Tongues lash in authority
Scornfully as we pass,
Being denounced every day,
How sinful am I,
To embosom my identity?
"Well equipped" men and women
Carrying their genes in prams
Through that hustle of the markets
Shuffle coins at me
For they never know the pain
Of looking down a body
Devoid of "that" organ
Which makes me incomplete.
I see you hiding behind the trees,
Wherever I pass through,
I feel your breeze.
A moment of silence as I leave,
Rustling feathers of birds,
In between your frills.
You look over my path that's steep,
Don't you want to stop me,
And question instead?
Don't step back too deep,
I might miss you,
Isolated in the misty hills.
Wipe your tears down the cheeks,
Seep into my steps as we meet.
Some situations play a vital role in moulding a person’s idiosyncrasy and perseverance. Some avoid such nerve rattling encounters, some succumb, and the rest? “Bring it on!” He screamed to the magnitude that his nerves choked his epidermis.
Marooned and disheartened, tired and barren he was. The sweltering sun and the bleeding sweat have not been his friends either. His stomach squealed in starvation. He looked for answers. He remembered his family. He fell on his knees and fainted.
“Arthur, I have to make you believe — my project is viable.” Warren lifted the briefcase and pushed it towards Arthur Collins.
“I am afraid; I don’t believe things this ...
It was a tougher case than what his cognizance suggested. His thoughts hovered on all his study books and theories.
He tolerantly waited for his turn at the huge reception.
“Those painful eyes, some false and many lies. Do not believe them all.” Thompson recalled the phone conversation he had last night with Agent Lyndall, his close aide.
Agent Lyndall was a leading private detective and one of the richest in Nottingham. He travelled all over the globe solving mysteries and murder cases. “But this case looks entirely different, Thompson. I strongly suggest you to take this case on my behalf. I couldn’t find any materialistic evidences supporting Habakkuk.” Lyndall invited Thompso...
A headstrong, tough to gratify student, he was of his batch in Kreamers University. Upon completion of his second year, he was assigned a project by his counselor at Kreamers, Sir Richard Illingworth. Julian Robbins was Sir Illingworth’s favorite and a powerful contender for the coming student presidential elections. Though Julian was robust with academics, he was not entirely unblemished. He had his own set of apprehensions and fears.
His queasiness did not stop him from packing his bag that day. His fretful mind did not help him either. It was a challenge, entrusted upon him by Prof. Illingworth.
”You are a gemstone of a student, Julian. No one else penetrated my mind the way you...
He forced his fingers onto his eyes to clear the obscurity and looked for the torch hastily underneath the bed. He ignited the giant torch and panned it across his room.
It was all the same, like a lurking Friday night.
Just then, his ears caught a weak squeaking.
He picked up the torch again and rolled it to the corner of his room. He paused abruptly. The torch's radiance on the wall quivered.
He saw nothing. He gulped and grasped the brass cross on his chest. A firm advocate in God he was, of course, only when he needed Him.
His satanic mind started playing the famous God game with him. He now sees only what it shows; he now feels only what it allowed him to feel.
International Autism Awareness Day
He walked on the streets with his shoe laces untied. He slipped everyday. And today, was no different.
"Careful, son." offered his wide arms, a gentleman near the ice cream parlor to Daniel Gustov.
"Come here, sit." said that man adjusting his wayfarers and wiping the ice cream off his dark gray blazer with a tissue.
Daniel with a sense of uneasiness, "I am sorry, sir. My momma. She said she would come pick me. Stay right here. Stay right here" He shrugged his shoulders, tick tocking his nose.
"That an expensive coat, Mr. Norman? I'm sorry, my momma would pay you, but do not expect much." He chuck...
Of me and her,
In smiles, laughs,
Rain drop grains,
Eyes, in warmth,
Lips, in pain,
There's a string,
Attached to my back.
Pulling my skin,
Soaring in my naps.
It puts me still,
Never lets me move.
Forces against my will,
Bleeds all night through.
There's a mistake,
That I step into.
Subtle as a snow flake,
Fractioned in colors of hue.
Slippery in every step,
Looking ahead of time too.
Holds my thoughts in place,
But burns in those ugly blues.
There's my love,
Faltering in air,
Making intricacies my own,
Challenges and too many dares,
A finger at my hope,
Leeching the doors of care,
Vengeance is in her robe,
Unrobed she, but no affair.
In a cold winter night, on a secluded road, raced two bicycles onto the overpass of the tributary Nidda.
They halted for none, and never looked back. They passed through the dense fields in a whisker. A sense of excitement, also the realization of no longer being a caged bird, made their hands free of holding to the brakes.
"Gilberto, Gilberto, stop! The tire got pricked."
"You shall not leave the premises without my consent. Even, if you ask, you know my answer, ja?" staunchly sitting at the table, said Straussberg.
"If you ever want to be ill treated, then Straussberg is your man."
"Aldous and Gilberto, you've to be careful...
Their love was like a musical note; elegantly sketched with the choicest of graphites.
It's still their 7th day, as husband and wife.
But that day was different. A sense of disturbance crept between them.
[ Tuesday morning ]
"Jess, I'll pick you up at 4. Need to rush now."
"Don't be late, Dave! Dave, you alright?"
"Yes, Jess. Yes! I just feel strange today." said David looking out through his window.
"What is it?"
"I don't know. Can't understand why. You take care, I'll come, pick you up, yeah?" puts down the glass on the table and walks hesitantly outside.
Jessica walked towards the door and was looking at David who was reversing the car.
"Yes, hon?" David look...
His phone notified him of a message as it blinked white.
He slid the screen to unlock and pulled down the notification bar.
"Let's play a game."
He tried searching for the person's name on a popular ID directory.
"No matches found" resulted the app.
One more message arrived.
"Let's play a game, I said. Do you think you've a choice?"
These back to back messages started disturbing him.
He still, did not want to reply.
"I know what you have been thinking, Stanley." his phone beeped again.
"Who is this? What is that you want from me?" replied Stanley.
"The game. I can't play it alone."
"Who are you? I need to know you before I think of anything else....
"Please go faster, I'm already late!" urged Sanjay, looking at his wrist watch, to the cab driver.
Politely nodded the guy in a white uniform, wiping sweat off his forehead.
Sanjay glared at him through the rearview mirror.
He was anxious, he kept on unlocking and locking his phone.
"Ahh, this traffic jam!" screamed Sanjay.
"What can we do sir, driving on this road in evening times is a pain."
Sanjay did not respond. He cursed about how Swaminathan's mail dented all his time table.
"That moron!" murmured Sanjay animatedly.
"Sir, thank you!" smiled the driver for Sanjay's tip.
Sanjay pulled out his luggage and hurried towards terminal 1-B.
Welcome to Chatrapati Shivaji...
To those angelic eyes, and beautiful soul, the girl who is strong, and majestic above all!
May this birthday bring you all the joys and merriness to your heart, and may all your wishes serenade you in your coming days and birthdays.
Here I'm, wishing you a super - magnificent - happy birthday to you.
International Elimination of Racial Discrimination Day
"Oumbe! Come here will you, son?"
"Listen to me carefully now Oumbe. Tomorrow they'll be coming for all children like you, to be their slaves. And I don't want you to be a part of them. I want you to be educated, Oumbe. Not slaves like us."
Oumbe, with great attention and innocence was listening to his ailing father.
"Uncle Zacharias is going to take you to the west tonight. There you can study in a school. You, getting it Oumbe?"
Nodding hesitantly, he held his father's hand tighter.
"There my boy, I'll find your mother and ...
Her spluttering thoughts sunk into the ocean beds,
She nested in his arms and forgot the worldly unrests.
Her pain eluded the moment his finger edges caressed her skin,
Her eyes, perpetuated into a trance of her man, kissing unto brim.
Her intense impressions crawled on his bared back,
Sung the melancholy of their lives and disdainful past.
The darkness gave way to their blistering souls,
As they blended into an amorous portrait of love.
On the banks of the river Mandovi, she was playing. Her tall and lean shadow reciprocated the joy in her. She often visited this place after a long, tiring day at her school.
Her tender cheeks basked in the sparkles of the ripples. She kept on drowning those tinny pebbles into the waters. This sereneness was all that she wanted. Far away from the ruckus and melancholic moments of her otherwise real life!
She stepped backwards and decided to take a break. She pushed her back to the tree's trunk and pulled her bag close. She dug her hand deep inside it, until she found that toffee. She has been keeping it safe, all these days.
"Maybe on a happier day, I will wrap open it," she thought....
Here we are, at the last point of this collaboration. We heart fully thank each and every reader for traveling through the episodes. It has been an overwhelming experience for us, and has brought us even more closer than before. Here's to our future collaborations and love, and to all you amazing readers out there,
Amrita (P.O. # 158415)
Ashley (P.O. # 115801)
Rachita (P.O. # 115244)
Sudheer (P.O. # 232319)
Part V - Final
Over the journey in the bus, by being together they realized that there must have been something between them. They reached Chitzville, and joined the Fest. They sensed a peculiar aura as they stepped in. The environmen...