She's in love with him. He's in love with her. He fell in love with She, and they're in love with each other now.
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?
PS: This post is the continuation of ‘Reality’ short story series and those who haven’t read the 1st 2 parts can check it out here. 🙂
I sat under a wooden log beside and felt so insecure to stay there as a part of the jolt which has reflected on me through the boot steps of that overweening fatty black horse. In addition to that, I saw a very unrealistic schizoid happening there in between.
“Oh my God! My life has got a fixed schedule for a drastic ending now. Indeed, I’ll die soon!”
Two pure white horses of similar appearance were also following their leading mate who has just passed by. But…? But……?? What about the 2 gorgeous looking ladies who had been riding those two peaceful looking souls??
“Soma! Easthatpl rebroplaro?”, I heard this command from the opposite side via which the black liege had crossed. A gentle looking man who wears a thick jacket and short jeans with a brown hat on his head was actually leading that fellow. It might be the cause of my fear, I missed him someway while passing in front of me.
“ Rehjyieam tloksh! Wodjiluli rlopitoyiq, Manu”, one among the lady passing by my side said back.
“Soma! Teltyuicheywtre?, pronounced like a query from the other lady following her.
“Lingytarejjiopam! Gyerturnao maiurl”, she told her.
What I understood from their conversation was the only familiarity of these 2 Indian names ‘Manu’ and ‘Soma’. Hence I assumed their names as Manu and Soma itself, though the 2nd lady’s name was unknown for me, as they didn’t give any clue about her name at least in their talks.
“Rutezfer human ewgcolpj? Uh?”, Manu looked back and said to them.
“Yeah! Ei yopl wk rutezfer in. Amanda, energu qipoooo… qipooooooooo….”, the unknown lady kept her head down to her horse’s right ear and took a long wooden stick from the hanging bag she has.
I could watch all these breathtaking events clearly because of the reason that I was hiding too closer to them. She took the stick and spelled few words so silently, but I was too much afraid for hearing it repeatedly and watching the rough-illogical movement of her lips.
“Boouutooooooooo…..! Boutooooooo……! Boutoooooooooo…….!”
Suddenly a very huge thunderstorm started blowing and I felt so awkward in experiencing all this!
“What the heck is going on here? I asked again to myself.
Suddenly, I sensed a smacking sound echoing on my ear drums and looked at the direction from which the sound was coming.
“Holy shit! Uhh…uhhh… I….I’m…? Eughhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”
PS: This is the continuation of a short story series and those who haven’t read the 1st part can check it out here. 🙂
I continued walking through a battered rocky path, which I found out on my flightless way after committing that brutal crime. I sensed the melodious beautiful rhythms singing by a smashing snipe sitting on one of the branches of a cut out pine tree. Her cheery voice spreads all around the misty atmosphere and I stand over there silently hearing it for a while.
“Soumyaji! You are such an iridescent soul who could superlatively express every emotion and feelings in our lives with your heartfelt and impalpable creations”
I heard this from a zestful listener, a young, cheerful, elegant and lovely gal, right in front of her, who was actually sitting behind the other branch of pine tree and hidden for me because of the extra large width of wood though.
“Hahaha! It’s my pleasure to have a keen listener like you here and spend your valuable time in hearing me, Naima.”
“Of course! It’s all about the substantive connection between an insurgent singer and a tasteful listener, Naima.”, a 3rd female voice from the back.
Wow! It’s a ‘winged’ squirrel. 😀
“We are too much blessed and lucky to have a pied fount like you in our small world, Soumya.”, another female sweet voice of 22-25 years old who has almost of similar attitude of Naima and sitting next to her.
“You people made my day so special, Jensy!”, she replied back to that young gal from whom she has got the explicit compliment.
The contrast which I saw in this wonderful dream land is,
“There is a connection existing between every living thing over here and they can communicate each other with the common well advised language which we people used to prefer in the real world.”
“Am I in a fairy tale similar to ‘Alice in Wonderland’ or ‘Hobbit’?”, I spoke to myself after hearing all this. A most harsh fact that struck my mind was ‘I’m fully nude, but all these people were very well dressed’. If this wasn’t the condition, I could even ask them at least where I’m or what’s going on here. Hence I try to understand my peculiar condition and disgust for not finding any men like me and waited there for them to leave away from that very implicit spot.
Suddenly, the alliteration of a sound similar to the boot steps of a sturdy looking horse reflected on my ears! All these girls flew away when this highfalutin image echoed on them. I kept my ears close to a broken wood besides and found that the cracking sound is following me. Yes! It has been coming closer to me… Much closer… Too close to the woods…….
*to be continued….!
Reality might lead to a variety of unexpected twists in your life! Indeed, I have been facing such multivalent experiences within this 19 years of age. I was also a baby with innocence in my smile and charms on a kid’s face. For me, it’s still unknown regarding the origin and existence of a guy like me in this world. If my birth was meant for something, what actually it is? Why I’m still waiting for that hidden asterisk to rise in the darkness of loneliness? How long will it take for that glittering star to impart in front of me? Am I simply waiting and spending time with this impetuous thought?
Once, in one of my long sleep schedule, I dreamt about the meticulous future and visions I have to a stir back into my hands from this planet. It had really put a great impact on me and I was so surprised to stay in a very new world at least for a few hours through that dream. I wasn’t aware about the consequences and implacable events which I might have to face while walking through that meticulous long path. When I stepped after 5 or 6 foot-long, a sturdy fact hits on my unconscious mind that I’m ‘nude’. Yes, I’m fully nude! I don’t even have a small sheet of paper to cover my basic nudity. Well! Who cares? I didn’t even see a dirty hemp nor fly in this strange area. Hence I continued walking through that unknown path and got stuck with a wormy landscape right ahead of my eyesight. Duh! I’m a little scared now. A greenish rage eyed ugly little fellow passing through a bunch of evacuation spreads all over that plot? Does it show a perfidious signal to me? (
My conscious mind already knew it!)
“You bloody dirty creature! How dare you come in front of me?”, I killed him directly with my single footstep on his body and that little worm burst out suddenly with the incorporated excessively filled white colored liquid inside his trunk. It is not blood, but I felt it as a gummy paste stitched on my feet. Whatever it is, I didn’t feel any contrition in killing this unfamiliar insect and continued my journey.
*to be continued….!
Different stages of this friable life,
Peeps into my manifold of vicarious dreams.
My imaginations exist in that overt screen,
In which the real-time shadow of life may conceal now.
The day when I see them as a reality,
Rationalize its comprehension,
Reject the vivid fallacious segments under it,
And live like a rational being accepting himself forever.
PS: Wrote this piece when I completed reading the Mallu local writer Sri. Thakazhi Sivashankara Pillai’s most popular stories. According to my views, he is a remarkable legend in Malayalam literature who could play with the words simply in a profound, expressive and obscene way. Respects and salutes to you, Mashe! 🙂
Special credits to Revu for taking this polite looking pica of mine! 😀
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. 😦 😦