Wednesday, December 9, 2015

End is The Beginning

T
here is no sun in today’s sky, just the clumps of clouds; not those black monsoon clouds bringing heavy rain but the ashen, gloomy winter clouds. The day is lifeless & quiet; not the peaceful quiet but the tormenting quiet, dreadfully quiet or so it seemed. Icy breeze blowing now and then is making the day colder and with leafless trees all around, gray. She was there, standing by her window, still, like a mannequin. Her long golden hair wasn’t brushed for days, her slender fingers were knotted, her bony figure was just as stiff, the long dress had failed to drape her protruding skeleton, her lips were parched with dehydration and her insomniac blue eyes were gazing into the distant horizon of nothingness. Her pallid face was not giving away anything about the thoughts she was having inside her head or the feelings she had in her heart. Her face didn’t illustrate emotions of any kind at all.

It has been days since she had locked herself up in her room. She had kept herself away from the world and its people. She was once the girl who abhorred the thought of forlorn and kept herself surrounded with people. But recently the only friend she has is her solitude and for some reasons she didn’t find it morose instead she now, in a way, enjoyed it. It was today that she had drawn the curtains of her window open after a long time and let the dull daylight enter. She never liked the darkness yet she found the comfort and an ease in the darkness for now she had made peace with it.

She was looking into the outer world after a long time yet she found nothing to feel happy about, nothing to smile at and nothing to get excited about. She couldn’t remember the last time she had smiled or felt the joy and happiness about something. After a while she inhaled and exhaled, slow but elongated breathe. She returned to her bed, sat on the edge, looking down at her skinny fingers which were still knotted. She had left the curtains still open, forgot to draw them close or left them open deliberately that only she knows. She sat there, in the same manner for some more minutes, and then she rose, opened the door and left her room.


Minutes passed, then hours. The world was slowly being engulfed with the darkness of the moon less night and so was her room. It was getting colder. Suddenly the room was alighted; somebody had turned on the light. It was her. She was back. Looking so different than when she left. She had showered, changed and went out to get the groceries. She was in her room with her black mug of steaming coffee. She settled her mug on the side table and reached for her notebook and favorite pen on the study table which had been lying there for days, untouched and covered with thin layer of dust. She opened both, her notebook and pen, took a sip of coffee and started writing, ‘There was no sun in today’s sky

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

25th April 2015

Saturday 
just another regular day
lives are normal
and suddenly
there are shakes
terrible shakes
trembles
like the thunderstorms
underneath the ground
people running around
like the swarm
buzzing bees
building are swaying
like the leaves
in the wind
everything came toppling down
into nothing
but the heap of rubble
debris of concrete
it's chaos
everywhere 
frightened voices
crys and screams
agonized in pain
lost & terrified
wounded body
shaken souls
and within a minute
the day is no more
just the regular day
thousands of beautiful
lives were lost
cities and villages were destructed
monuments were gone
the day marked itself
in the calendar
its a historical day
25th of April 2015
Saturday

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Dark Inside!

silence 
an utter silence
i can hear nothing
but my own heartbeat
racing out of pace
and the noises inside my head
loud and annoying noises
tormenting and torturing 
and there are these dark clouds 
acid raining and lightning
poisoning me and burning me 
everything is so dark and ugly
i cannot breathe 
i am gasping for air
suffocation is unbearable
those invisible hands
they are strangling me inside
they are ripping my soul apart
demons inside me
raising their hell
winning their battle 
and my inside is dying
slowly in the silence
and finally
there will be nothing
but the silence
an utter silence