Endings and Beginnings..

Like every other day she woke up at 6 in the morning to the alarm and unlike everyone she knows, she didn’t put it on snooze. The water supply in her locality had selected this annoying time of the day for anyone who comes back home at 3 in the morning, and that too only for an hr did the locality get water. So there she woke up and filled all the bottles and buckets and she started cleaning the room.
The one room kitchen apartment of hers was big enough for her 7 medium sized bags that she has been traveling along since the day she left home, and knew it was for good. The corner of the room she loved the most was this huge french window and the view every moment she stood right there. Amazingly in the city which never sleeps she had got a place to stay where all you could see around was greenery, and that just compensated the rest of discomfort one feels coming from a middle class family of Kolkata and staying in a Slum Rehabilitation Bldg of Mumbai. She was quite accustomed to the city and the place and she knew she will never leave this place, this city at least.

She will never forget the view of him leaving her there in her state and going away from her for good. Not even looking back once, she was hurt that day hurt to an extent she would never recover, probably. She didn’t try stopping him once he was out of the room, she hated creating a scene outside her space and she knew that very moment that it was not going to work. It all started with a simple fight, they used to fight everyday abusing each other and then inventing new abuses so that the fights were not boring. They somehow felt the bond when they screamed at each other every time they met. People who knew both of them didn’t like her much or that’s what she thought, few cause of jealousy as she was lucky enough to have him and few simply thought she was not intelligent enough to be with him. But nothing mattered to her anymore; somehow she knew she was going to be here one day looking out of the window staring at the roads where she had last seen him, where she had last seen the car. The last day that they fought was about switching off the lights, she thought to herself and laughed at her own and his kiddish nature.
She gets ready for office and her interaction of the day as usual with the auto guy started with her uttering the word “Versova”..her office…today she was still stuck to the thought of his not being there, and she didn’t know why.
Did she still miss him? miss the 17 yrs of her life spent wit him? miss every fight she had with him?? He will come back and this time it will be she bringing him back to life and she knew it.

Elena....My Life!!

I wished her good night as I passed by her home last time. Last time she may not have noticed me for she did not respond, she did not reciprocate. I did wait, but she did not show up, either on the window or on the porch. I think I expected her to do that. But I had to wait; I had no other reason to survive, other than her in my life.This time I did not wait for her to respond. I did not expect her to show up. I did not even wish her good night. I know she won’t miss that, coz she is already home. Home that’s not mine and far away from where I am. But I will pass by her home every night. Every night from today until my desire for her dies in my heart or I die in my desire for her to be mine. They say she is no longer part of our world, but I don’t believe that. Or else why do I still desire for her? Or else why am I still passing by her home every night? She is alive, or at least the part of her that longed to be mine is still alive. Breathing and blossoming somewhere in some corner of this gigantic universe. I am not dreaming, I know that for a fact. Coz I can feel her every time I pass by her home in the night. Elena, my love, I can feel your life. Elena, darling, you still remain the only desire in my life. Wish you had known that before I died. Wish you had believed that before you lied.

The Eloquent King and the Elegies Crow!!

The Eloquent King and the Elegies Crow is a dialogue. The King's thoughts are well reciprocated by the Crow.


Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
I was born a King, my friend, and you were born a crow,
So greet me as your lord and reverence you should show,
I see all men as equal, and respect all forms of life,
But so are we as subjects of time, bound by our strife,
To aspire to live beyond our lifetime, and yet to strive to survive.
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
The greatest of Hills and the strongest of rocks, My King,
Are both made of grains of sand, like blots of the same ink,
The sea washes away, and the rains dissolve the same sand,
Yet we revere the Himalayas and shed blood for the other’s land,
To kill a son to save enough for another one; now that’s my reprimand.

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
Some of them die long before the battle is born,
And some of them die while the battle is fought,
Well there are a few, even after the battle’s long gone,
Who lives by the sword and just refuses to fall,
So now would you tell me who is the luckiest of them all?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Deaf are the birds, who sing only for the joy,
Blind are the birds, who sing only for the spring,
Stranger are the ones, still, who manage to crawl,
Into the warmth of their nests in the spite of the cold,
So now would you tell me who is the prettiest of them all?

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
The man with the lovely women has indeed many faces,
And the man with the dirty hand hold the many aces,
Still there are some men, who count the heads severed,
Before his sword is drawn and the justice is delivered,
So now tell me among them, who is the Captor and the Conquered?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Dried are the rivers that seek the ocean in the rain,
Barren is the land, in the sun that hides in the shade,
Still there are many hills, that veil the evening sun,
And salutes the ghostly moon in its nocturnal run,
So now tell me among them, who is the Sage and what's undone?

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
But I cannot rule in the name of the earth or the heaven,
And I cannot conquer in the name of my selfish Raven,
Yet I am the King of the peasants and the tribesmen, alike,
Of the mighty soldiers and the little children of the dike,
So ain't I nothing but a man of disguise, ruler of the pits and the pike?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
I am the child of death upon the rainbow of life, O King,
Like a song of melancholy in the fragrant fields of spring,
I am a widow in the eyes of tomorrow, a bride to yesterday,
A dark cloud in the empty sky, like the dusk at the end of the day,
And yet I am, O King, so brighter in peace than you are in your dismay.

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
Watch me share the whole of my wealth with the needy,
And then teach me how to steal more from the greedy,
But when the curtain is drawn, and the casket is laid,
Will I be awed for what I’ve given? or what I’ve made?
With the stronger would I be remembered or with the lame?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Have you heard the eagle cry in its empty flight?
Have you seen the jackal grate in its lonely plight?
Or seen the donkey smile; or the owl out in the light?
So why bother yourself, O King, about the silent night?
Let it drift along in its own rhyme, this time it’s not your fight.

Maybe to aspire to live beyond our lifetime, and yet to strive to survive,
Let it drift along in its own rhyme, remember this time it’s not your fight.

Body and Soul

She frisked through the random thoughts in her neophyte mind as she combed her short blonde hair. Her morning was en-tranced by his euphoric touch. He said he loved her. He said he would miss her like how he would miss his soul! Funny she thought he should say that. She then kissed him goodbye. And she watched him sail away from her in his car. She would miss him too, she knew that.

Aloud she said, ‘If soul is regarded to be an entity independent of the body, and people miss its presence in their life, then why have I never seen or heard it? Why is it always so quite?
‘Coz it’s listening to you, all the time’.
‘Does this entity ever talk? I never seem to have heard its voice’
‘Of course it does. You don’t realize. You are always too lost someplace else’
‘Is it only me that seems to be oblivious about is existence? Or is it the same with everyone else?’
‘No, there are people who do feel its presence, but it seems it’s not normal.’
‘How stupid is that? How can that be not normal?? She was trying to push the comics into the side pocket but there seems to be a carton full of filth already stacked into it.
As in if you are staying with someone in the same house, then you talking to that person is in all sense normal. Don’t you think so? Then how come when this somebody is inside you and when you converse with it, it’s considered abnormal?’
‘They say it affects their health; affects their mind’s relationship with the body.’
‘Their soul seems to harm them when it comes in direct contact with them is it?’
‘Yeah they either fight or influence in such a way which that is believed to be harmful not just to them but to everyone around’
‘Well then I think I should be happy that I have you, coz maybe it’s because you are here and coz you have always been there, that I never felt the presence of that entity within me’
‘Hmm and yet even I exist within you’
‘But you don’t fight with me. I like you, you have always answered my questions; you have always supported my emotions, my thoughts. I am fine, my health is fine, I love talking to you’
‘I love you too Michelle, and now you better get going, or you will be late for office again’

Michelle checked her eye liner in the mirror and got up from the chair. It’s already 9:30, and she needs to rush.

The Child!!

The lovely adorable Child I knew once has grown up to be a sexy appealing Woman. Is she the same child anymore? Or has she grown?

Is she her mom's sweet little daughter or is she her boyfriends horny baby girl? Does she still go to play with Jason, or does Jason play with her nowadays? Does she still want to be a baby or is she wanting a baby now? Will I see the child in her or would I see the woman in her and how? Do you still see the Child in her somehow?

Now if I touch her the way I used to, would I feel the same way I used to? Or would she feel the same way too? And If I don't, what would I do? And if she doesn't, what would she do? What would you do? She has grown up now, maybe she wasn't suppose to!

Little Annie, my child!! Years have flown by, and you are no longer my child!!