When You Miss Her?

“How can you sleep when you miss her at the most– still, you don’t know what to do?,” she asked him, lying on his widen chest.

He ceased drinking the bottle of wine he was having, kept it on the table adjacent to their bed, and stared at her eyes. She tightened her arms around his body, as much as she can, and waited for a sec to listen to him. He said, “Honey, I would, maybe, think of the priceless memories we had together. It’ll certainly hurt me– she’s miles away from me. But I know how it feels to be with her, at least in those limited pictures of her silliness I’ve captured by my mind. I know it. Because she knows it– how I feel about her, too.”

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Nameless Writer

I’m a nameless writer

She is my sole subject

A few characters, in addition

To attach a life in to a story

And here is my life story

That lives inside my soul

Rolls in and out for a flow

Which reflects the minutes

Already passed, and days, years

Yet to come, to spill the ink

On that white paper, where I write

But the naughtiness of ink

Clears the beauty of my thoughts

To showcase an imaginary

Tale, still to be written

With the same characters

Blends by the changes in their lives

From being natural to artificial

Clears their past to present

To accept my story smells with her scent.

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A Devil’s Action In My Life

It was a midnight of woe and pain

That life hit his heart in vain

Entitled by so many choices

He’d never taken in the past

A period of knowing rights and lessons

Bounded with the tricky, fakely rules

Written in the minds of everybody

Changed him from known to unknown

His life imagined to take a piece

Of time broken by a mysterious evil

Down in the aisle of that mountain

Where nobody lived, except the shadow

Of an evil’s tale and his duly actions

He left from everybody to seek for him

As he knew that this evil’s side

Had talked to him once before

In an absurd dream- an evil

Caught him, harmed him in a den

Truly mysterious, not a story from fantasies

There was no air, no sunlight, but full of darkness

When he was awake, his body had shivered, sweated

He had seen nobody, he stood up to see him alive

He called out loudly, he looked around

To seek for a clue from his life, a few minutes ago

The evil’s action was a mystery, he accepted

He walked out from the den, though he was upset

He pulled him out from the dream

He woke up, still with so many regrets

That life had given him yet another mystery

Where he acted for a cause to know that unknown

And now he’s counting his footsteps to know that known.

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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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They

He loves her. She loves him. They’re in love. Today’s evening would be a turning point in both of their lives; they’re going to celebrate the very first anniversary of their unbreakable bond of love and comely relationship at the Brisbane Hotel on a candle light dinner’s table. She gets ready for the party, wearing the dazzling angel’s frock he’d gifted her last night. It gives an agile and innocent outlook for her. He’s always bad at the selection of her dresses, but this time he proved that he knows what she loves to wear on this special day. 

It’s getting late. She’s been calling him for the 6th time thus far; he’s not responding to her calls.

“Maybe because he’ll have a lot more pending works left to be done at the work site”, she thought. 

She sits on the floor, surfing through the gallery of his images. Memories flashes through her mind. She smiles. 

An year ago, they’ve sacrificed so many things for their love to prosper and live together like they’ve wished for; many of them in the society hated and considered their relationship as a wrong take. He’s an orphan from a different religion and she’s from the richest family of Australia itself. This is their love story. Many among them hideously tried to question he and she; they tried to separate them everlastingly. But their love won at the end after so many melodramatic incidents happened in their families because of their relationship. They escaped from all those society’s cliche and right now they’re dwelling together at a rented home in Perth. He works as a technician at UWA and she’s a freelance writer.

She has a short-nap while going back to all those bitter most memories in their life. Nevertheless, they have never felt wrong with the decision they’ve chosen to live together.

Suddenly, she wakes up. It’s 12:30 now! She takes her cell out from the handbag and checks out whether she’s received any calls from him. Nothing is there in the list. She gasps and drinks water from the bottle on the table. She takes her cell and calls him again. It rings; although, he’s not picking up the call this time, too. 

She gets tensed; she walks down through the corridor; she looks out through the open window to see whether he’s coming by that way or not. But there is no signs of her husband’s traces on that pathway. 

She finds it very difficult to understand the situation. She feels so lonely to stand there like a dumb. She doesn’t even know where he’s.

She calls him, again. “The number you’re calling is currently switched off. Please try again later”, it says.

Her heart ponders. She faints down on the ground. She feels like killing herself on that midnight. 

Her cell blinks with his name. It’s not ringing. She picks up the call.

“Hello…! Where are you?”

“Hello! May I know who is this?”

“What? Who is this? Who are you? Where is he?”

“Excuse me, Ma’am. Dr. John is talking here. Is this she?

“Yes, I’m…..”

“I’m absolutely sorry to say this to you that he met with an accident nearer by Brisbane Hotel, an hour ago. His condition isn’t that critical, however he’s in Intensive Care Unit now. You don’t have to worry about anything right at the moment. We’ll take care of him. Have trust on your God. But could you please come to The Mount Hospital at the earliest as possible?”

“What…? What happened to him?”

“Ma’am.. Please…!”

“I’m coming…. I’m….”

She reaches at The Mount Hospital in a hurry and enquires to a lady at the reception counter regarding the location of ICU. She runs through the steps and finds out the ICU, which is on the 5th floor, in a short while. 

“She? Aren’t you?”

“….tell me where is he?”

“He’s absolutely fine now. You don’t have worry about anything, Ma’am. We’ve taken care of him. He’ll be transferred to the room after a few hours. He’d a major injury on his leg. We’ve tried our level best to recover him from the accident’s outcome. There was an agreement to be signed before the operation to be done. But there was no need of doing this operation like we’d thought of. There is nothing to worry about him right now. You can see him soon. Don’t worry!”

Finally, she releases her long breath. She cries. She doesn’t try to stop herself from doing it. She sits on the one of the chair stowed in front of the ICU room.

“Thank you so much, Dr. John”, she said to Dr. John, a middle aged- good looking man, who’s been walking away from the ICU.

After a few hours, he gets shifted to room. He’s unconscious. She gets inside and closes the door. She sits nearer to him and entangles her fingers with his fingers. 

She kisses him on his forehead. She stares at him like she always does. 

“This isn’t the first time! He doesn’t understand how he rides on the road. He doesn’t know how much I need him. He’s like this only. But I know this. He loves me. He loves me from the core of his heart. He’s mine. He’s my everything”, she thought.

A fairy night’s end.

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Our Story

As the wind swifts away

From her, she draws a ray

Of sunshine to fall over him,

Cuddling the shadow’s rhyme,

For hiding beneath the crime,

A passionate art of succulent

Drops killing his perennial scent

~

Who am I?

Who is He?

Who’re We?

Words of mystery

Lying behind the story

Embolden them, later

Under the beam’s width

~

She’s his eerie glory,

An untainted missy,

Comes out from a sleek

And an agile wind’s glint

Following his shortest foot-step

Until he raises her up,

On her hips

~

His life

Her soul

Their bond

Unites them

Inside a mightily prison

And love’s their reason.

~

 Across the blue ocean

They see a lean,

Fervent charisma of light

Pouring down the brightest

Ray to fall over them,

Bind them, unite them

As the strongest image, anew.

~

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An Egg

It’s too hard to break this barrier! It’s really hard to break it and get freed from where I’m… I tried it. I tried a lot. But I couldn’t; I’m not that strong to do it. I could listen to them. I could readily listen to what’s going on outside this complicated blockade. Mama…. I know her; most of the times, I sleep so peacefully under the warmth she gives me. But when I’m awake, I couldn’t see anything else other than this dotty glue surrounding me. It’s so dirty, I must say. My sparkling eyes are always wet with this stewed glue! It’s so disgusting.. I wanna go out. For that, I must have to break it. I must break this yellow- No! It’s not white– shell around me and go out to see what’s precisely happening there, not only through the voices, but also through my vigilant eyes, both eyes; I want to see myself. I want to see the whole world, then! I want….. No… I don’t know. Am I right with what I just said to you? Shall I’ve to break it? It’s here where I’m alive rightly at this moment. I don’t know how it’ll be outside! I have listened to most of their calls. But what if they’re not right? What if they’re fake? I’m here! I’m alive here. This is my world, then why should I break it? Why should I go out to see an unreal world, a dusky- wide space that I haven’t ever seen yet? It’ll be so cunning to do so, uh? Yes, it’s… Isn’t it? No, it’s….

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