In Search

A part of me that I loved, went missing.
I searched for it in the dimensions within me,
I searched it in the heaven of the world,
Even in the doom of my soul,
All wasted.

In the tide of my thoughts,
Between the emotions I had,
In eye of whom I loved,
Beyond the horizons of my imagination,
All wasted.

On the avenue of my past,
On the misty trail of my future,
In the redness of my blood,
In the greens of my present,
All wasted.

I found it!
I found it in the salts of my tears,
All the scares and my fears,
I found it what I had lost was never mine.
Nothing wasted.

 

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Apple of the Eye

The things we always dream of, he was living it. Each and every person on this planet has his own version of perfect life but still the life he had was something everyone just dreamt of, maybe only once but it was still a dream to many. A caring wife, loving parents and an adorable one-year-old brat. Life was just the way he had ever wanted. He had been a winner since the moment he was born; no one could ever steal his show and he loved the attention he always got for the accomplishments of his life. Now his wife, the girl who was a mother of a kid. Yeah mind my words “girl”, she still looked like a college student. She wasn’t any beauty but that was what that made her distinct – the way she always carried herself, those eyes stuffed with compassion and love for her son, admiration for her husband and respect for the in-laws.
He was a perfect son, father and a husband. Someone you can love with all your heart, mind, body and soul. He loved each and every member of his family with limits to eternity. He was the apple of the eye for everyone. But deep inside his love for his wife was purely eternal and in front her, he was still a child – a child who craved for love, a child who longed for attention. He was much like a child deep down, no matter how much he had accomplished he still wanted attention from people around him. After all, he was the one who made his life picture perfect; he deserved the attention. His son Rudra was a beautiful kid with a lot of mischief within him. Rudra’s mother now had to spend most of her time with Rudra to make sure he was all fit and fine. He was quite unhappy with the fact that his wife wasn’t able to give him much time. The moments he needed her, she was with Rudra. Rudra was clearly ascending that “apple of the eye” throne from his father but being a loving father he was more than happy because of it.
That was the day when he planned a picnic—he, she and Rudra picnic. It was a day well spent, quality time what we call it these days. When they returned in the evening, his wife was too tired to do anything for Rudra so she gave the responsibility to her husband to take care of him. And he accepted the offer with being more than happy. He adjusted Rudra on his shoulder and went to his room to spend some more time with him. The kid was just a pure blessing – eyes so pure, smile so divine he looked as if gods were seeing through eyes. The radiant skin, the glory in the aura; so pure, so serene. That was what he had always wanted – a happy life, settled life but his love for his wife was way beyond that; he just wanted her to be his. He didn’t want her to share with anybody. No one had the right steal the attention on which he claimed every right but with a smile on his face, he thought he is my son after all. He took him to his bed placed him softly on it and started stroking his head gently so that he sleep. After few minutes, Rudra slept.
“No one can steal the attention I deserve. No can share her love for me. Not even you, my baby boy!” he mumbled.
The pillow on the side of the bed was then pressed against that sweet innocent divine face and within few moments, he was in the arms of sleep forever; he was dead.

No one could ascend “the apple of the eye” throne.

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Martyr of Love

His eyes so deep, so serene filled with traces of lust. All he wanted, in fact, it was what he had ever wanted from the moment he had laid eyes on her-her body, her soul. He was determined to brand every fibre within her with his name and that was that moment she was just in front of him. A beauty no one can forget, a face so imperfectly phenomenal. The naivety in her eyes, the smooth flawless skin. Hair so dark, so dense, just like a dark night where no mark of the moon is present. Her majestic beauty was something that could evoke envy; even the Aphrodite wasn’t any different. Body sculpted in such an erotic art that no sculptor walked on the planet could match the raw intoxicating flair. Now her bare body was in front of him. Bosom so aphrodisiac, skin like silk, so smooth such divine. Now this was the moment he was going to make her his own, brand her and get inside her. Her naked body tantalising every nerve he had. He marauded towards her and did everything he ever wanted to do. With each and every thrust the sense of accomplishment widened the smirk on his face and when he was done, he took the phone which was hers’, A message, An unread message sent by him hours ago, it read as “I’ll make you mine no matter what whether it demands to make you dead.”
He stood and took a knife stabbed himself through the heart. The metal pierced the skin very slowly and made him moan with the feeling of pain he had always endured the kind of pain she always gave him by not reciprocating his love. She had died hours ago and he died moments ago both with knives penetrating through the heart.He branded her when she was lifeless.
He made love to a dead creature.
For him, love was a war and she was destined to be a martyr.

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Flameless

The eternal water droplets in the sky

Shine in the night

When the massive white pearl

With an undeniable glory but

Just a spot of sorrow

Remains in its solitude, untouched
Very far away from that civilization

I am on my bed

Trying to stitch the fabric

Which once described who I was

Those dreams got faded in the veils of time
But I m here

I don’t know what, I don’t know how

But god created me

Just to watch how I ruin myself

Destruct every single fiber within me
Once long ago I had the fire

The fire which could have kindled my life

The society which was around me
Now I am here gazing the dark sky

The sky is dark but not negative

Contrasting my thoughts
I want to rise, rise from the ashes of my negative present

But it doesn’t take too long

To get through the fact that

I stand here

Flameless just flameless…

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It was my sixteenth birthday everything seemed to be perfectly incredible. The cake was just what I wanted with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETA” written on it. My mother was the second one to wish me my birthday it was my dad who wished me first.
12 hours before my birthday party the superhero of my world –my dad entered in my room with white lilies in one hand and chocolates in the other. I know it because I wasn’t sleeping I was just pretending to be in the utopia of the dream so that he would wake me up, hug me and then wish me and that was what he did. He came towards sleeping me, leaned a bit and planted a soft fatherly kiss on my forehead then he did something which was extremely cute at least for me. He brought his lips near my ear and whispered, “happy birthday princess”.
Maa came to wish me when I was fully awake.
My birthday party was at my house and it was supposed to start at 6 but due to some bakery confusion, it started at 8. All my friends were there and parents’ friends were there. They were enjoying, the whole atmosphere just seemed to be phenomenal But it still felt like something was missing or maybe I should say someone was missing. Yes! It was Christie whom I was waiting for. It was my sweet sixteen and that moron was still not there. How could she be late? Had she forgotten about me or what..!! Or perhaps she was willing to be slapped, punched or kicked by me! Darkness just fell upon my eyes as these thoughts were flustering my mind and I was pretty sure that those small hands were of Christie. I just turned around and we both shouted out of excitement or rather jumped like monkeys. She was my friend since first grade and was a soul sister to me.
With that, my bundle of joy for that day was complete.
And then I couldn’t wait to cut the cake and have it all over my face.
Things were going so well that day, like never before.
It just seemed to be a perfect day to me. Thanks to my daddy who had done so much for me, everything for me and had actually made me feel like a princess; not only today but always.
Still, the best part about the party was dance and music. As the music was turned on, it felt as if I was so much free, so much myself to groove to those songs. I kept on dancing for more than an hour completely forgetting every other thing. It seemed as if my world was confined to myself and my body couldn’t stop twisting, twirling and shaking the ground until and unless I had started panting badly. It felt as if I had come back to the real world from another world. I was out of the euphoria and all I wanted at that moment was a glass of water. It took almost ten minutes when my brain noticed that Christie hadn’t come yet …what the hell…!! Such a slow girl is my best friend but I didn’t bother to go and find her. I was too tired to do that so I just sat on the sofa and slowly with each passing second my eyelids started to feel heavy and I dozed off.
Hell..!! I I slept for an hour and yet there was no sign of Christie in the entire party and that was making me feel angry that sweet little bitch should be here but she wasn’t. How can anyone take so long just to fetch a glass of water? I just wanted to punch her right on her face. I needed to find her. I went to the kitchen but she wasn’t there. so I asked maa about her she told me that Christie went upstairs almost and an hour back. She also told me that dad and Christie were planning a surprise.
I wasn’t able to believe that such fun things were going to happen on my birthday. I ran like a mad dog. God, I was hell tired still I ran only for her or maybe for that surprise.
I just flashed u through the door of my room.
What..!!!
I screamed and this was not screams of joy the sight in front of me sent cold shivers through my spine and the floodgates of my eyes were shattered. With my blurred vision, I saw a piece of paper lying next to my bed. With trembling hands, I picked it up and too scared to read it, I unfolded the piece of paper. It was somewhat crumpled and there were patches of scattered ink on the words. Wiping off those tears, I read it. after that my life changed completely my skin started to crawl I wanted my soul to leave my body. The note stated
“your father raped me”
The girl who once was my sister was now hanging by the fan with clothes torn apart scratches all over the body.
She was dead
Christie was dead
Father killed her
My father killed her
Father raped her
My father raped her…

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The festive mood

The festive mood
A festive week
A whole new set of 365 days waiting for us
With hopes in eyes for something better

We forget about very few someones and somewheres
A someone who lost a father
A someone who lost a brother
Someone who lost a husband
But in festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
While I am writing this
While you are reading this
Someone is struggling to calm the fire rising within belly
But in the festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
Somewhere on the other side of the world
Someone is always living on the threshold of life
Where a life is nothing but just a matter of eccentricity
But in the festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
Is the soul within us so shallow
We can’t even give few moment of our life to pray for them
But in festive mood we forget

Close your eyes and introspect
Someone within you is still innocent
Someone within you can’t forget
So raise that someone
I just made You pledge that this time we won’t forget.

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P.S. this image made me smile, so I thought why not share with you!
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via Daily Prompt: Festive