Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Another Break-oops...

Disclaimer: Resemblance to any person like “ME” is not at all coincidental, it is expected. For others I am not sure!!!
Dec 31, 2010
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ME: Enough is enough. My decision is final. I am going to put an end to all this and let me tell you very frankly I can't bear you anymore.
I was expecting a reply in fact I was in need of reply.
SHE: (Silent)
ME: How can you be so indifferent after ruining my life. You know what, once I would have been caught with you,my reputation had been groveled to dust. And if my family comes to know about our relationship, I am finished. Why should I put my life in jeopardy??
SHE: (Silent)
This time I could see her melting, tears in her eyes and in her eyes I could see myself burning with anger.
ME: Damn you!! And Damn your silence!! It's fine with me even if you don't utter anything. Even I don't want to hear your nonsense. And I resolve not to see your face again ever in my life.

In the fit of anger and disgust I shoved her around while I was walking off the room. She fell down on the floor.
She was still silent. She was broken. I could see her eyes pleading me not to leave her like that. But I had made up my mind.
I was in retrospective mood throughout the week.

Jan 1 ,2011
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ME (to myself): Nothing wrong. It's okay but aaa...I could have been a bit gentle at least,I shouldn't have pushed her.

Jan 2,2011
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ME (to myself): Hmm...She didn't deserve that much of scolding. I could have said it in a better way.

Jan 3,2011
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ME (to myself): We will not meet ever again...what if I happen to see her by chance?? What will I do??

Jan 4,2011
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ME (to myself): I think I'm missing her. What's wrong with it after all we shared a long relationship.

Jan 5,2011
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ME (to myself): She never persuaded me into her life. It was I who chose to be with her and How happy I was when I met her first time.

Jan 6,2011
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ME (to myself):Uff...Now I realize that it was all my fault. Probably I should see her one more time..... just to say sorry for that day!!!

Jan 7,2011
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I summoned her once again. She came silently without any sign of protest. A spark of joy ran through my nerves as I saw her. This was one perfect scene of assignation.
She was looking as beautiful as when I saw her first time. I looked into her eyes as sparkling as when I looked into them first time. We came closer. We were close enough to smell each other. Her aroma was blocking my mind. I was losing my senses.
Lust....I was feeling lustful. Love was being overpowered.
No more could I admire her beauty, her eyes, her fragrance. I was ready to devour her.
The last thing that I remember , Our lips being locked adding fuel to the flame of devouring passion.
*************************THE END*************************************************

Is it THE END?? Really ?? How can it be?? I am yet to speak.
Remember, Who I am???
I am "SHE" silent so far. Your story-teller "ME" is in my grip right now. He can't speak a single word as of now, even if he manages to do so You'll not be able to comprehend what he is  saying.
Such is my power. Such is my strength.
100 times has he taken the vow not to see me again but as you see his all efforts going in vain.
He thinks he devours me every time but it is I who commit the every crime.”
I devour him, Of his senses, Of his body, Of his soul. Someday I'll devour him of his Life.
Little He Knows that I am a prostitute who was, who is and who will remain virgin.
Only He Knows What's His Life Without Me.
*******************************The End. Really.********************************
P.S: 1.This is not a story, This is a saga which includes a unique relationship between a drunkard (ME) and his bottle of whisky(SHE), the subsequent resolution and an inevitable perjury.
2. I am inebriated so I may mind criticism. Complements are most welcome. J

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Untitled

Each night the village sleeps away,
when the dead-man rise in the graveyard
And the river gets wild under the black clouds,
A stranger rows his wooden-boat Through the thick
fog,Following the ghost light and the faint singing in
the wood,Chasing the dreams drifting away.

Each night the village sleeps away,
A stranger sits near the still waters
Silent, like the leaves of winter-grass,Desolate like
the shivering bird in the freezing rain At times
looking ,at the clouds sailing away, Walking the miles
long marooned memories Trying to catch the sinking
moon and realizing - how "life can be complicated in the simplest way"

Each night the village sleeps away,
The stranger walks a new path of pain,
Left with no choice but waiting the falling dawn And supporting his widening oblivion...

*Sigh*
Story similar to me haunting day and night,
Dumbfounded,perplexed hanging in an empty cellar
cries echoed in every altar of the empty house,But Still
not able find the path through which i'll come alive...

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Disguise

Let the tears flow from my eyes,
Do not help me till my last cries
I weak,I coward,I don't have a right,
If i want to live,i have to fight,

Let the blood freeze inside vein,
Do not pity on me till it all drain
I Pray,I wish, but I never try
But to make difference,I have to strive.

Let them die whoever is mine,
Do crush me till the end of time
I dumb,I aloof,I never raise my voice
If i want to protect , I have to make a noise

Let the pain stuck deep into my heart,
Do not soothe it till my breath lasts,
I suffer,I forgot but I never foster,
To make it a sword against such a torture.

Let the whole world watch whne i'll be free
To wait for the moment ,When i'll be me
When i'll fall,Then i ll rise
Above all the fears,form all the disguise..