Friday, May 09, 2014

In Thier Coyness

In dull light of the room, he slides towards her. All but she took a deep breathe. He caressed her cheek. 


Her eyes closed and opened when his breathe brushed her soft lips, and then tasted. She heard his lips, and he felt her soul.

Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Stitched Strings

Dear Mind,

Last time when we met one another, there were no strings attached. You have witnessed everything. I am today just pouring myself out. You remember first time. She was at an Opticians shop, trying new glasses. That geeky spectacles on her made her more reliable person than she truly is. I always wanted her to read me through my poetry and stories. She played a major role in my writings. And obviously, she knows that. That night I was crossing by the shop, when she saw me. She called me up, and I was astonished on that. A few chit chats and she selected her pair of spectacles. To my another surprise, she asked for my notebook of Poetry and Stories. I could not be happy more. I gave her my notebook to my world, and she liked stories and poetry. She even recognized the story involving her. A realm in the stories involved her, all she had to do is relive that in real life. I was looking for a Friend, to laugh loud again.
But, misunderstanding played another mysterious role between Us. She could not get enough replies from Me, I could not get enough smiles anymore. We broke apart. She stayed alive, but dead under the skin. She still snick in the proses and poems I write. It's been almost two weeks since last we talked. Yes, I do Miss her. But I miss more of Me, that she took tearing me into pieces. She will stay in my stories as a Character. There is no Death of Real Character in Fiction World. That's how writer's play with Life. Strings supposed to be attached by knot. One can try stitching as well. Stitching stay longer than knots. But this time, no strings actually stitched. All I request you today, please stay close to me. You know me, I don't have mind to think on life again.

From Heart.


A letter from a broken heart to his beloved friend Mind.


Note: A work of Fiction involves stories, surrounding reality.

Sunday, May 04, 2014

First Sight

In the dark of night, he was driving calmly. With classics on radio channel, Rachit hymned along, and Ayanna kept looking at the silence of streets. Lampposts were proving to be new path providers. In between these lights, the moon managed to show up out of the silver canopy. Some were walking back to their land of night; others were fighting the night for some shed. She watched them all, and he was still filling up the void of silence with hymns. She tended to share her day with him, on all nights, but not today. It was their first dinner out. Besides, eyes meeting a few hours ago, they talked only while placing the order. In the coyness of being together, she could not utter a word. He could not take his eyes of her.

A few turns and signals later, they would reach home. On the last turn towards the left, she saw an ice cream vendor. “Choc√≥ bar” she said finally. He shunned Kishore Kumar, looked at her for more detail and hit breaks at the corner. A breeze was passing through her hairs. To handle them, she rolled them into a bun. Those earrings were revealed. Her scruff created a motion of standstill for him. He might not catch her words, but he wanted silence to prevail for a while. “I will have a choc√≥ bar.” she said again. He sighed at her voice. He pulled out some money from the dashboard and rushed to vendor, she pointed. Weather played along, as the shinning moon hid behind the heavy clouds. He returned with two bars and drenched clothes. She instantly pulled her pink dupatta to wipe the forehead of her husband. He held her hand and kissed them. “I was waiting for your voice to command.” He said. She hid her face in coyness. It was Love at First Sight in the Night of shinning Moon hiding behind the clouds of Rain.