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Someday you will…!

Restless my heart is,

Holding myself to feel

What you will whiz !

Come on dear…! Make my broken hope heal.

Lets no engraved the beauty

In the dark beneth the downstream.

As it is always the nature’s duty,

Make the mericiful love to redeem.

Someday you will give me,

The perfect second,I always dream

To hear your voice,which I can forsee

In the deep inside,where your voice is the annonymous theme.

Expectation Unleash

Lonesome night and your bold voice,

The red tea or the black coffee hard to choice.

Exaggerating my hopes in the skies

But this innocent heart fears unpleasant goodbyes.

Voice of your’s sneaks into my soul,

Talking to me with the sweet console.

Adnormal heart rhythm,desperate mind

And the air feels a little unkind.

Far across the cities and houses,

You remain like the saviour of my heart

But ,we aren’t spouses.

And yah…! The voice loves me to the zenith

Never my crush was a myth.

SHE… the unidentified hope…!

The wheels of my vehicle was slowing down. My eyes were being distracted from the road. Yah ! I saw her, on the other side of the road. She was well dressed in her professional attire.A glance of her healed all my pain I was being in and also that glance took me to the unidentified location nearby a stream,  full of fine pebbles. “Hey ! You,clear the road” somebody screamed. I just turn my eyes in front and took the average speed. 

Parked my vehicle with a smile I removed my helmet, locked the vehicle and I was walking to my seat where I used to work but it was not an usual walk. A fifteen steps wasn’t so splendid before as her eyes was kissing my dreams. Her lips was speaking to me saying,” Is I am the one you are in search of ?”

  Mornings are always beautiful,Aren’t it ?”. But that morning was somewhat more than beautiful. She was there in the stairs and I was smiling. She looked at me than I realised that she was really there. Stood up from my chair staring at her..

to be continued

Pain Unmasked

During the winter when the sun hides its rays, he used to visit his backyard and started screaming. His old neighbour with her lens tried to peep through the broken door but lack of light was the painful hindrance in her curiosity to know the person behind the scream she heard every evening. It was something new for the old lady as few months before there were no such painful scream in her surroundings. 

Next morning his old neighbour decided to give a visit to that place from where she heard the scream coming through and eventually she walked few blocks and saw a small house covered by layers of climber.

Twenty is mere a number but for him it was another nightmare and High School was like a mask made of iron needle for him. He was an innocent boy who knows to dream and who like to live in his own fantasy but nature had a different plan for him.

The old lady entered the compound of the house but was unable to locate the door. After a while she found the door and as soon she was supposed to knock the door, a young boy with few marks on his jawline opened the door. The boy greets the old lady and asked her about the purpose of the unexpected visit. Being a kind hearted lady she just asked him that if he needs some cupcakes she cooked yesterday and the boy with some sort of suspicion in his mind replied in affirmative. Both started to walk to the old lady house. At her house after having the cupcakes the boy managed to ask about her lonely life. The old lady instead of giving any response asks the boy about the scream she used to hear. After several attempts made the old lady the boy decided to narrate everything, the old lady wants to know. The boy then told that he was a just another kid like everyone but he was unaware of the unfortunate fate and the selfish nature of mankind. Two years back when he was in school he lost his father and his mother died after his birth. Finding no alternative he decided to go for a daily job so that he could continue his study and can also feed himself.

“One day I went to my workplace and I was late by few hours and eventually I got fired. It was not what I wanted after all my life was in devastated condition and wasting no time I went in search of another job but this time luck wasn’t on my side. I was tired, broken and i do not know what next. It was almost two month, being jobless, selling all my goods and ending all my savings was too rude for me. Now I was in search of some hope to sustain in this world. Thankfully I just left with a small house and few belongings. One evening I saw a man nearby driving his rich car. I begged him for any sort of job and the man was humble enough to give the responsibilities of his garden. So I started working in his garden from dawn till dusk every day. But the High School subjects were also not so soft to deal with” said the boy.

But the old lady interfered him asking for the reason of the scream again. He was a bit surprised to see the curiosity of the old lady.  After having the job as a gardener he decided to invest some of his earning is a small company where he met the girl who left her after being with him for few months. He was in love with the girl. He used to stare at her every day. He even started to talk with her and the girl always responded to him very politely. Before they got into the relationship the girl many a times asked him to accompany her in everything she goes through. He was having great times in his life instead of his lone hardship.

The boy said, “That day I was on my work but something wasn’t good as it should be. She wasn’t talking to me nor did she look at me. I got surprised at her sudden behavioural changes. I approached to her but it went in vain. It was around 5 o’clock I went back to my place with some edibles. That night i was in conflict with my sleep. My eyes remained open and i saw sun rays outside. I got myself ready to visit the garden. I got struck in between my dreams and the harsh reality. To pursue the dream wasn’t my cup of tea, I realised. After that I went to the company with a hope to meet her again but she wasn’t there. I came to know that last night she left for a new city with her love. Few drops of tears rolling through my cheeks touches the floor, I was about to scream but suddenly I realised that nothing was permanent neither the flower in the garden nor the grains of rice in my kitchen. ‘End’ is that truth which always makes us confused.”

The old lady with tears in her eyes said, “My boy every day is a hope. Every hope is a direction of our life. Where I am waiting for my death and you are searching for your life. Pain and pleasure are the state of mind, it depends how you actually look rather than what you see. But those scream, what about that ?”

The boy smiled and replied that after being going through such agony he learnt that society is not just reality but also a way where we get shaped and we get ourselves trained for our better future but we had to go through several pain and struggles. He also said that thereafter whenever he used to be at his place in the evening he starts to scream which helps him to heal his soul. Than the old lady said to the boy,” Sometimes it’s better to share the pain with someone than to scream. Sharing your pain can heal your faster than to screaming etc., no matter how much your pain is. If you hold a glass of water in your hand for few minutes, you won’t feel any pain but if you hold the same glass of water in hand for hours, your hand will start shaking and you can feel the pain.”

Waving goodbye the boy left her house and thereafter the old lady never heard the scream again instead of that the old lady found a new friend who finally learnt to share his pain.

Thank You.

 

His Anger…….

During the winter when the sun hide its rays he used to visit his backyard and started screaming. The old neighbour with her lens tried to peep through the broken door but lack of light was the painful hindrance in her curiosity to know the person behind the scream she heard every evening. It was something new for the old lady as few months before there where no such painful scream in her surroundings. But suddenly next morning his old neighbour decided to give a visit to that place from where she heard the scream coming through and eventually she walked few blocks and saw a small house covered by layers of climbers.           

to be continued….