2 days

New York
21st July 2002
09:55 pm

This wasn’t her first time of repeating the same fault. But it was a quiet accidental incident this time though. She was terrified about her mom’s reaction, and hence that young girl decided to stay outside the main door of her home on that misty midnight, eagerly waiting for her step dad’s arrival from the work site. Isha, that was her name. Born as an Indian by birth and currently residing in New York along with her mom and step dad for 3 years. She lost her dad in a plane crash when she was 6. The incident had seriously put a negative impact for her small family and Isha completely lost herself personally after the disaster. Radhika, her mom always shouted at this young-beautiful teenager’s naughty and lazy actions for no reason in everything Isha do and that was why she really did hate her own mom and loved being in contact with Robin, her step dad. Even on that shivery cold climatic condition, her only intention was to wait for Robin to get back home.

22nd July 2002
12:15 am

Gradually, the climatic conditions started to change. The temperature began to fall down drastically and Isha felt so unsafe with it. She couldn’t withstand the naive climatic condition present there anymore with the jacket she had, but still lacked the confidence for knocking the door just behind her. Suddenly she noticed a fatty-middle aged women who were in a traditional Indian saree wear with a black sweater above it, opened the door in a much louder voice.

“Isha…! Where were you?”, she shouted.

“Mom…! I was… I was at Rohan’s home. We had a few common discussions regarding the project that must be submitted on tomorrow.”, Isha said in a hurry.

“I see…! How dare did you lie to me?

“I don’t think so, Mom. Believe me if you can! Even if you can’t, please do leave me alone. You see, I’m too tired and need some sleep now.”

“Are you a hooker or night bar girl to come back home so early like this? Huh? Let me see what I could do on your case. Get in for now!”

Isha painfully accepted the stout lady’s trust and faith on her and looked like a half-witted girl, still in a shy mood. 

“Why under the name of holy shit she had given birth to a girl like me”, she thought.

“Get in……!”, Radhika proclaimed at her unlucky daughter again.

Isha estranged herself from mom by walking directly towards her room upstairs. She locked the door from inside for avoiding another war fight of words between her and mom. While sitting on the bed in an angry mood, the young girl came to note a beautiful, but the upset image of a girl in the mirror which was held opposite to her bed. Isha, in a hurry, started to follow the mirror like someone who hadn’t ever seen her reflection on a long glass piece and willing to find the dynamic reason behind its magical appearance. She stood there in an excitement for doing an experimental naughty action, which might even lead to the origin of another stewed observation from her mom’s side. She stripped off her clothes one by one, from the jacket to panties.

She gazed at her nakedness, enlarged breasts, red marks on both sides of the stomach, and hid the vaginal region with both fingers, as if something had happened! While looking at the mirror, she viewed a teenager who had lost herself and beyond the self-control few hours back at her boy friend’s home. The time they had spent together, on a common bed, might be the right opportunity to her boyfriend who had been waiting for a moment like this since they’re in relationship. But for her? She didn’t really mean to be a part of a physical activity with him. At one point, they did it, although she wasn’t mentally prepared to have sex for the very first time with a guy.

After taking a deep breath, Isha took the marker pen that was placed on the table below the mirror’s frame.

‘I’m not seeking for a life she deserves, this is all about me. Only me!’
Isha

Writing this in an orderly fashion on the mirror, her eyes were filled with tears. She laughed out loudly at those scripts she had written and went back to the lucid-stately memories years back she had with her dad. 

22nd July 2012
07:30 am

“Isha! Open the door. Hello…”, Robin yelled from outside of the room, though only the stagnant sound of the moving clock’s needle was heard from inside. Robin felt something went wrong regarding the atmosphere he had been facing there, and hence pulled the door from outside to break the chains his sweet daughter had kept. 

It wasn’t the right moment for a lovely dad to see her daughter’s lifeless body dangled on a strong piece of rope there! At one corner of the room, his young daughter’s randomly scribbled words were shining in a very meaningful pattern in the mirror. Perhaps, it included everything as a description against what she was…

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Soulmates

She keeps looking at me
Although I’m so busy here
But her febrile senses reflects,
Compels me to spend a few minutes with my love.
She comes closer to me,
Hugs me in a much tighter way than ever before.
Her beautiful eyes crosses with mine,
And yells again for a stranger’s look!

I see him stuck up with loads of work
But that’s what always takes up his entire day
This time I feel the nerve that he’ll reciprocate my love
To me, from his work, my love will sway..
I go up to him meaning to spend some time together
The time when it’s just the two of us…getting lost in each other’s eyes

I can’t take my breath away from her now!
She needs the whole eminent glitters of love from my side
For me, your presence is always so special;
Inconceivable by anyone else, my love!
Come on! This means a lot to us
Don’t stay apart from your man!
Love me as far as you can.

You’re the love of my life…
The reason of my being…my other part…
Nobody can even reach near…
The special place you occupy in my heart!
Love is an eternal bliss they say, and I found it so true.
Everything I was looking for in a man
I found it in you..!
I found it in you..!!

PS: This is a 100% combined work did by me and Swati from our blogging family within half an hour or so via online discussions and I personally liked the concept behind it. It’s a duet in which male and female part is written by me and she respectively. The blogging domain has already provided me enough sisters and brothers from the different parts of the world and I’m so much happy to get in touch with a young brave soul like you too, Swatiji. She is a newbie blogger who loves writing and professionally a chartered accountant from West Bengal, India. Her thoughts are all so expressive ones and I strongly do recommend her blog to all of you here:
http://simplyswatij.wordpress.com/

 

Statue

Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;

With eyes and ears closed,

Bow in its sinuous mood,

Make scratches on your true heart,

And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.

If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,

This is the right time for you to raise your voices.

Raise your voices!

Alas! Raise your voices.

Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;

You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.

No one is going to stop you;

Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,

Even if  that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.

In fact! This is your life.

Indeed! This is your life,

Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.

Tableau

It’s time for me to stay away from them;

I know that they hate me.

My heart lacks the entirety of happiness,

Intentions about the rising future,

And the absurd visions which they have in me.

But I can’t enforce their dreams in me;

I don’t know why?


It’s time for me to stay away from them;

I know that they hate me much more than as before now.

My heart reveals the toxic nature,

Static visuals inside it,

And the angular strings of the sins I did.

But they haven’t ever tried to understand me;

I don’t know why?

Who are you?


Woke up from my bed in a misty morning,

Looked at the clock hanging on the opposite side wall.

It’s already 8 ‘o’clock now!

But still,

My laziness reconciled me for another sleeping schedule.

For the sake of my own mind’s satisfaction,

I unbuckle myself in bed for its suspicious comeback.

Got up again after 2 and half hours,

Moved to the toilet,

Had a cool shower,

Ate my afternoon ‘breakfast’,

Went directly to the college wearing a casual suit.

Hey Killer!

Who are you?

What happened to your face?

A pal of mine walking through the college ground has asked me.

Checking my jeans pocket for the mirror in my wallet,

But found that I was robbed by someone in the bus.

Then searched my other pocket for a hanky,

But found a violet one which has a dirty appearance.

I ran like an athlete in a hurry,

Saw the fearful faces of my friends looking at me.

Thank God!

I knocked at my bestie’s hostel room finally,

Who has opened the door after continuous fluttering.

Hooooooo.. oooo…!

She yelled at me and fell down suddenly.

I realized finally that,

There is something which went wrong with me,

And I looked at the artificial lake in her nearby meadow.

OH MY GOD!!

OH MY GOD……!!

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She is mine


I pampered her all through the paths in my world.

Not with an unruffled objective,

But for the notary rights,

Semantic interests,

Explicit belief,

Harmonious wishes,

And ‘something‘ she owns in me.

I don’t know what it is,

Or why didn’t I ask her about it yet.

When she comes nearer to me,

A doubtless incarnation will spell around me.

She knows,

I’m ‘everything‘ for her.

But still, I don’t know,

Why she is more than ‘anything‘ for me.

When she kisses me,

I can’t keep my adrenaline rush to control the normal human desire,

Perhaps, they are just emotions;

Can be controlled or not?

I wish,

Nope, I could control it.

If I can’t,

What’s the difference between me and a rapist for her?

Acerbic Life

When the agonizing unexpected events laughs at me,

It might dig himself into the firearms of pains,

Kills me with its deep discordant intensity,

And the mordant glory of sadness strikes throughout his ways.

Sooner or later, some winsome questions arise in his mind!

How could this happen again and again for me?

Am I such an unlucky human being?

Will this haunt me all along my life?

Where were you my hidden unflattering ALMIGHTY?

Are you a FACT or NOT?

Or else, shall I have to make a realistic END or NOT?