Showing posts with label night.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night.. Show all posts

2018-12-31

Beauty and the plucked rose



Beauty is delicate,
plucked rose losing sheen,
dollop of spark waning,
the moment beauty gives in to passion and love,
lost fragrance,
beauty radiates when exposed to the sun,
what to make of love?
Complex,
layered,
intense,
misunderstood,
directionless
love is,
similar to beauty,
the chasm and miasma unexplored,
a stranger lover is clueless,
in the intriguing night,
leaves shorn off in the new season.
 

2018-05-11

Tornado of feeling



A flicker of wind,
brush of sand,
shoreless journey,
borderless bond,
gentle kiss at the doorstep,
a peck,
gate flung wide open,
storm,
thunder,
brazen lightning,
no door is closed,
a gate of free will,
chasing the steps of freedom,
embrace the self,
branches sashayed and swayed,
forces of fury,
one such night,
longing for you,
an enigma,
 havoc in my heart and mind,
tornado of feeling,
nerves burning till infinity point reached.

2017-11-25

Flash Fiction: Adios Amigo




I stare at the ceiling fan and furtively bob the black eyes, right, left, up and down. No, I ain’t practice asanas. The furious barking of dogs, a cat yelping in pain and tiger growling in the dark forest slowly rings an echo in the ear. I am breathing profusely and gaze fixing the yellow cream coated painting on the wall. 

The room went dark and the light off. My stomach is churning and growling. I move and squat on the bed in a yogic position. A shadow seeps slowly behind me and pops out of nowhere. I am sweating and almost shrieked with fear. I go numb and the voice is lost to the sight of the mighty round body with a protruded belly hiding secrets surfacing in front of me. 

The fan whirs back to life like a lost pup finding its way after wriggling the monsters in the dark forest. Light shone on his face. I become sibilant watching the yellow tube light. He is me. His face is black. I am fair. I am thin. He is fat. The icy cold face stares at me as if I am a hardened criminal. He wore no expression. I go blank at my own version.  

“Who are you?” I balk.

He is dumb and numb. A coarse voice thunders, “Your reflection.” I wonder there is no mirror.
“Identity,” the terse human says.

He goes into silent mode for seconds and minutes. I am getting pissed.

The silence is broken. At least. “You are me. I am your voice of truth. I am the demon. I am the angel. Your savior,” he calmly says. 

A shadow enters my house in the night and I am compelled to listen to lesson doled at this odd hour. I am fuming but cannot move an inch away from the bed. A strange force has imprisoned me and fettered me on the bed. There is no chain but a strange fear. I cannot move at all.

He winks mischievously as if laughing at my misery. “You are still not listening and just being a hyper fool. There is nothing that you can do. Loosen up and chill. Understand why you are here and I have come to visit. Face the demons. I am you.”

I see butterflies, flowers and stars in the sky. Is it this what he means by loosening up? I slacken my grip on the body. He broke into a shrieking laughter, “See you soon. Be a good boy. Adios Amigo.”
A shrill laugh broke inside the room. An ear-splitting sound almost deafened me like a balloon cracking into tiny pieces.  He disappears out of the room like a fly.