Death’s Call

I’d a dream of killing myself a few days ago. I tried. I tried my level best to do it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 00:59 in the morning. I was heartbroken. I was all alone. I was in a mood to hide somewhere: an unknown place of seemly atmosphere which was completely exposed to nature, unbounded by any certainty in rules. I was astonished to accept my self as dumb enough to live in a busiest corner of the world. I was hoping for a change to happen while counting down my footsteps everyday; a change in me would have given a change in the whole new world, too; I was a part of your world as well. I was familiar regarding my absence in the same world a few days later; maybe an year or 2, after that I would remain as a memory in everybody’s mind; nobody would think of me unless and until they realize that once I existed here. I wasn’t a coward, but I was someone who smiled at others most of the times in a day even though I had forgotten to talk to them. I didn’t want to make them feel neither good nor bad about me. Why should I? Let them think of it.

I was never afraid of death; I believed on death as a constant follower of birth as nobody could escape from both, regardless whatever you’ve acquired thus far in life. I was quite nervous to die so though; would it pain a lot when I die?

I didn’t find anything wrong while preferring the choice of death. Hence I died. Although it’d given me too much of pain while the life-factor left from my physical body. I liked it once I was out from it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, again. It was 1 o’ clock in the morning. I walked in and around my room trying to remember something I’d forgotten- it’s my journal! I tried to take my journal which was kept under the pillow. But my head was resting upon the pillow. I tried to wake my body up so many times. I couldn’t do it as it was so heavy for me to raise up.

My journal! I promised myself earlier before and written down in the journal that I wouldn’t die. But I did. I’d to erase that “not” with “would” and make it “would”. That’s the only thing I wanted to do before I leave.

It started attracting me- my death! I’d been moving away from my journal. I couldn’t write it down anymore. I’m leaving… My time had come; I really wanted to stay here for completing it, or at least to erase that single world. It’s my time.. I didn’t want to… I’m leaving… With a sinuous scar of it.

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Into The Black Sky

Staring at the sky

It smells so good around

Death called me in..

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That Day

Sometimes, I forget the intentions to be accomplished in my life, the things I’ve to be done before that day. They constantly address it as a sacred moment- a couple seconds which helps to interpret the other face in me- a hooked path yet to be unknotted…..

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His Shadow

As I watched his mysterious shadow near the parking lot on Witch Street, I felt as if my death would hang him and his memories of me forever.

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My Death

I was bitten by a King Cobra while playing with my friends in front of someone’s home. As a remark, 2 red marks were seen in the arm portion of my left hand. Suddenly, that uncle came in and took me away to a hospital nearer by. I was totally afraid and hence my body responded it through shivering and sweating. We went directly to the casualty department of the hospital and told a nurse who sat there in the cabin about my condition. She came outside from the cabin and checked the wounded part of my arm. She looked at that uncle and said,

“I’m so sorry to tell this! The venom from the snake has already been passed through the major internal organs in his body. The nerve through which the venom was entered is the most important nerve in a human nervous system. Let others know that he’s dying….”

What happened next?

I woke up from my bed at that moment itself, as if something had happened. I mean, I doubted whether I’m already ‘dead’ or not! But later, I realized the fact and laughed out loud in accepting the fear of my death in that dream, but not in the reality.

PS: All the above mentioned events happened on last night and hence it’s true and correct to best of my present ‘consciousness’.

-Rahul

Impious Thoughts


It was on that bright sunny day,

I was supposed to see an inadvertent situation of pillage.

Someone hits a demented old man around the corners of a public road,

Where the whole crowd besides them were pretended to inquire about it.

He hits with a baleful piece of iron rod on that old man’s head,

Kicks him like a hipped fellow of suspended mental thoughts.

It  extends like a melodrama in front of the swiftly walking crowd,

And came to an end as the NATURAL death of that poor old man,

Which was an unarmed news seen on the next day daily newspaper. 

Note: Actually this was a REALITY that had happened in India few months back. The most harsh fact behind this share is that, here the “old man and he”  refers to “father and son” respectively. The reason behind this crooked crime was the inability of a son to take care of his father, who was following his sickly extended old-age days. This would always be an unbearable as well as unbelievable dreadful news that I had ever read. 😦 😦

Thanks,
Rahul