Aiming Tranquility-2

 

In the café, I pull out a napkin from the holder and momentarily glance out of the window. It’s evening now, and the weather is perfect. The lazy wind makes the leaves on the trees shiver slightly. A perfumery of scents outside chills me up. I close my eyes and breathe in the divine air, and turn my gaze to the napkin. I unfold the napkin and with a pencil, I begin to sketch my dreams on it…                                                                     Read more

The Santa and The Satan

That’s deep. 🙂

Helicaeso

It was dark. The bulb glowed faintly, and was the only source of light. He walked up to the drawer, took a prolonged glance at it. The drawer held the weapon of his vengeance. After a long time,he lifted up his gaze up to face a loathing figure standing in front of him.

A reflection. 

Taking his time, he absorbed the sight lying forth. Hollow eyes, chapped lips, lean frame that indicated a severe case of malnutrition. That was all he could see.

“Too long. I have faced this ordeal long enough. My only friend, my only soul mate, turned against me.All but life was all I ever craved about, but he never understood. Why do I have to face all this? This disease is this the reason why he humiliated me in public, and left my dignity to rot? Well,if this disease is eating him up, it will consume…

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Frozen Dreams

 

The urge to interrupt him before he has finished is overwhelming. There are so many things I can relate to; it’s as if we are soul-mates. It’s as if we were born from the same star.  Oh man, I can complete his sentences. But I remain quiet, lost in the bliss of his warm and pacifying voice.

We both are kept in different cells, but the walls that separate us have been kind enough to let our voices reach each other. We’ve never seen each other. His voice is the only thing I can feel. It is the sole proof of his presence. I can listen to him all day. Read more