Monday, September 20, 2010

Final Call....













The blue liquid went down my throat ….down to my heart and to my coiled intestines. The taste was intoxicating. Gradually, it got mixed in my blood…. I could see my veins turning purple, tears flowed down my eyes….but there was no pain within……My senses were turning numb…… I lied down and gazed at the sky above. The breeze was cool and light…..every time it touched my bosom…..I could feel life parting from me in installments…..The stars above looked bigger and brighter……n then my vision blurred……

A while later when I opened my eyes……I could still see the stars, the radiant moon….and I could see you…..afar…..walking away from me…..I tried to raise my hand and call out……Stop! Do not leave me alone….but my hands ceased…..my voice choked…I lied down motionless…. saline water running down my eyes. But, you halted, you looked back perplexed….I was there on the floor……I wish you saw me....

For the first time I could feel a wrenching pain in my heart. I knew the poison was taking effect. As you turned your back to take your leave, my lips parted…..for the last time I called out your name ….the pain was growing bitter and throbbing…..I knew it was my swan song….my final word…..from far someone seemed to call out my name….Was it you or was it Thanatos? I took a long breath….and closed my eyes….

Friday, September 10, 2010

The darker side of me














As I see the dark mushroom clouds disperse to unfurl the glowing ball of fire, a mystical thought engulfs my mind. The human mind poses strange and weird questions to the heart, the answer to which are nowhere to be found. My mind wanders to unfathomable domains to unfold the mystery that lies in my heart and the discovery that I make bewilders me all the more.

They say, every human heart has a dark side…..the side that we try not to reveal in ordinary circumstances. But then, it is there deep within us and surfaces itself only when the standard level of tolerance and patience is exceeded. However, the reactions and manifestations of the shock or soreness vary from one person to another. In my case, it’s perilous.

The tempestuous sea of emotions within me is capable of massive destruction, the thought of which freezes my blood. It can topple my world and leave me feeling numb. I haven’t seen it surface much and hence I wasn’t aware of the devil that rests deep within my heart and soul. It takes me out of my mind; it spreads all over my body and leaves me feral, untamed. End of it all, it leaves me scarred, bleeding and wounded.

The struggle continues within. They say, good always takes over evil. They say after darkness comes light. My conscience is putting up a tough fight against my fiend. The innate goodness is trying to take over malevolence and vice. I hope I can put my fiend to rest forever.

If only things never went out of hand…..If only life was not this harsh….If only my fiend never awoke….I wish….I wish….

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Scarred, not scared

Shards of mirror everywhere, some stained with blood She is wounded again, in places she can’t see But the pain no longer induces tears She ...