Lost

And suddenly, he was lost. The land beneath his feet slipped. He didn’t know what to do. He was losing grip of reality. The sins from the past flashed before his eyes. Insecurity took over him. He felt beads of perspiration on his forehead. His body was shivering. His feet trembled. Maintaining balance was a task.

Slowly, with much courage, he composed himself. And as his body shook, he continued to tread on the dreaded path.

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Blazing

His hopes were bleak.

His dreams descending.

His ambitions drowning.

He felt an uncharacteristic weakness.

An unusual helplessness.

He wanted to rise.

He tried to break free from the shackles of his fears.

He was struggling to get up.

The strife had made him stronger but weak.

He kept trying in vain.

He kept trying hard.

And then out of no where,

there was light.

The light emerged from his enlightened soul.

His spirit was enflamed.

He was blazing.

And now there was no dearth of power.

No lack of strength.

And now he shone with all his glory.

Spreading his radiance and sparking other spirits.

I love you

They paused before her house. He looked at her face. She looked at his. He wore a bright smile. The smile made her blush. Her dimples shone and eyes twinkled. The stars and the moon reflected her charm. The only sound was of the soft breeze that blew. The quietness made her feel uncomfortable.

“Say something!” she said.

He took a small step forward and held her gently by her waist. Looking at her lips, he bit his own. Then turning his gaze to her eyes he said

“I love you.”

There in his arms, she found paradise. And as their lips made contact, she escaped reality.

Oblivion

He lay on his bed, behind the locked door of his room. Face down and in tears. The lights were out and it was nearing midnight. His weeping was the only sound heard, other than that of the ticking clock. His body was getting warmer and he was perspiring. But this didn’t seem to affect him. Thoughts about his fight with his parents preoccupied his mind. They had insulted him again. He had done badly in another test and they thought he was good for nothing. This was not the first time this had happened. Every such fight was followed by a storm of escape and suicidal thoughts in his mind. Every time he decided against them by convincing himself that his parents are right in their place. But not this time. Their words had pierced his heart.

“I’m not killing myself,” he said to himself. “Suicide is for the weak of the heart! And I’m not weak.”

He was a young man with warm blood. In an emotional outburst, his adolescent mind made an impulsive decision. He pushed his body upright and switched on the lights. First, he washed his face . Next, he opened his wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase. He started filling it with his belongings. His actions gave away his intentions. He put on his hoodie and stuffed his pockets with his phone and his bike keys. He was ready to go! He thought of leaving a note but cancelled the idea as nobody would care anyway. Making sure all were asleep, he left his room and the house. His unsuspecting parents were probably dreaming about their son’s bright future.

It was raining outside. The chill made him shiver. Rain drops had gathered on his bike and the breeze had made the handles cold. Undeterred, he took out his bike and headed to a specific destination. His body trembled when its warmth came in contact with the frozen handles. The rain drops hit his face as he rode. But he seemed to be oblivious to the weather.

Brakes were applied under a building in a housing complex.  It was midnight now. Reaching out for his phone in his pocket, he dialled a number. A sweet female voice said hello from the other side.

“Please can you come down for five minutes?  I’m waiting,” he said. 

“Now? My parents would not send me”, she said. 

“Just this one last time ,” he said.

“Umm..Okay,” she said confused.

The sweet voice was of his love. His one and only crush ever. He liked her a lot. But she did not reciprocate the feelings and had rejected his confession. They were great friends though. She came down and stood below the construction of the building to avoid the rain. Seeing her, his face automatically lit up. He got off his bike and brushed his hair with his fingers, approaching her. He greeted her with a warm smile and just stood looking at her face. Her face left him spellbound every time.

Little annoyed, she said,” What is it?!”

He began in his husky tone,

“This is probably the last time I will ever see you. So I HAVE to say all this. I like you and I like you a lot. And I’ll probably never like anyone else again. But I also know that you don’t have the same feelings for me. So can I get a farewell hug before I leave, so that I can live with its memories for the rest of my life?”

Unable to understand the gravity of the situation, she carelessly said,”Where will you go stupid? “

She hugged him tight and he hugged her tighter.

The hug made his smile ever more charming. And with the charming smile, he waived goodbye to her. And leaving behind all his life, he faded into the oblivion.

Why girls? Why?

You keep looking at him in the class, but when he looks back, you look away.

You keeping talking about him to your girl friends, but never talk to him.

You adore him more than the world, but don’t show it to him.

You keep stalking him online, but don’t reply a single message of his.

When he comes to talk to you, you show attitude.

When he doesn’t, you pray he does.

You go to all parties just to see him, but don’t attend the one he invites you to.

You love him more than yourself, but expect him to know it by birth.

You be a bitch, expecting his attention.

Why girls? Why?

The Noise of Love

The night was dark. The world was asleep. But not him. He sat at his desk in the corner of his room. The table lamp switched on. The rest of the room was dark. And silent. Other than the faint classic rock music that played in the background. There was a book open before him. It did not interest him particularly. Nor did it get his precious attention. He seemed to be occupied. And anxious. In deep thought. Suddenly a there was buzz. Followed by a beep. And he seemed to panic. He picked up the device which had caused the noise and stared at the screen. ‘Love’ flashed on the screen. In an impulsive set of actions, he stroked the device several times and tapped it in the end and kept it back. Patiently waiting for the next noise of love.

True love

It calls you. The dusty guitar in your closet. The novel you stopped writing. Your pencils and brushes. They call you. With open arms. You too want to go. Embrace them to content. Relive those days of satisfaction and joy. Strike those cords all along. Fill pages with beautiful words. Paint those canvases with your imagination. But hardly do you know nor do they, you are wooing someone else’s love..

Those books which never called you. The sums which never excited you. The working of machines, which you didn’t know exist. Learning by mind but not by heart. Writing by rote but not by art. All this just for a heavy wallet. So that when you die, you die with your pockets full but heart empty. Cursing yourself all your life, that you married someone else’s bride. And cheated on your true love..