The Ruins

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The ruins of a massive palace,

The crumbled walls and the broken windows.

The house of my dreams, 

The dwelling of my desires,

Lay shattered like this.

The weedy pond beside the colossal ruins,

Suffocating the fishes inside.

The cage of my past,

The shackles of my mistakes,

Stifles me like this.

The bird on the branch,

Coloured like my myriad wishes,

Ignites a hope,

To pick the ruins of my dreams,

And glue them together.

It’s fluttering wings,

Giving me the courage to break my shackles,

To free myself,

Forgive myself,

And teaching me the lesson to live.

Silhouette

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Last year I decided to go to outskirts of Kolkata for a weekend trip but least did I know that it would be a holiday that would Jeopardize my night’s sleep.

I had everything planned out properly, like where I will stay, which places I will visit and stuff like. Thus I  ventured out. I reached my destination at about 11 in the morning. I checked in, had my breakfast and slept off. By the time I got up, it was already 3, I quickly dressed up and went out. Outside I waited for long time, but could not find a auto. As I was in a hurry to reach the lake so that I could see the sunset, so I started walking in the hope of getting a conveyance. After walking for about 15 mins through a narrow lane I realised that I have lost my way. I didn’t know what to do. Sun went down, the moon peeped out but I was still standing at the same place, perplexed. Suddenly I  saw the silhouette of a man at the end of the road. I ran towards him, stopped before him and asked, “Could you please help me? I have lost my way.”

“Where do you want to go?” He asked.

“To Shalimar Hotel.”

” I can take you there.”

“I can manage alone, if would tell me the route.” I said.

“Would you mind if I accompany you?” He said looking into my eyes. First time I looked into his eyes, dark eyes. Even the faint streetlight made them look beautiful.

“No” , I said and we started walking together. 

“It’s not too far away from here.” He said.

For next 5 mins, silence prevailed as I looked at him and admired silently this young man walking beside me. Handsome, kind, polite.

“I am Naina. Your name?” I asked breaking the silence.

“Rohit”he said

“Do you live here?”

“Not really. But I have been to this place my times, so I know every nook and corner of this area.”

“Oh…”

“You are a tourist, I believe.” He asked

“Yes” I replied

“You are travelling alone?” He queried.

“Yes” I answered.

“You are quite brave, Naina.” He said as we stood in the front of the Shalimar Hotel. I smiled

“Can I ask you for a favour?” He questioned

“Defininately.” I said.

“I want you to deliver this letter”, he said handing me a white envelope.

He continued, “Please don’t ask me what this letter is intended to convey. Just put this letter under the doormat.”

He gave me a small sheet of paper with the address scribbled on it. I squinted at it as the light from the hotel behind, made the writing on the paper only partially visible.

“But….” I looked up and found that he has gone.

I called out his name but no one answered. I went inside, took the key, proceeded to my room, entered and sat on the bed. The place he wanted me to go was in Mindpore at least 4 hrs distance from where I lived and longer from here. I kept the paper beside the lampshade under my mobile and lied down on the bed.

I did not sleep well that night.

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I was standing in front of the door of some Raj Khanna. I looked at the nameplate again. Then stooped down and kept a white envelope under the rug outside the door. The idea of coming here seemed absurd to my parents and somewhat to me too but a urge, a obligation made me took this step and thus I was standing here, having delivered the letter that was given by him, the stranger I won’t meet again, maybe.

Not been able to control my temptation I peered into the house through the window. What I saw next took my breath away. 

Inside, hanging on the wall, was a picture, the picture of the same man for whom I delivered the letter. The picture had a garland around it and a pair of incense sticks were burning in front of it.

He is dead.

I saw a woman looking at me from the other side of the road, I crossed the road, faced her and asked,

“Raj Khanna, do you know him? He…he… Is …..dead?”

I found my voice trembling. 

“Yes, he died a week ago. But who are you and why are you asking me this?”

But I saw him two days back.

Numerous questions were buzzing in my head, her voice fading, then I don’t know what happened next. 

I woke up in my home next day, I found a paper beside my bed, the front page had a article. It said that previous day a anonymous letter was found under the rug of the house of a dead man which revealed his murderer.

Happiness tag

Hi,
I have been nominated by an awesome writer and inspiring blogger https://myvaliantsoulcom.wordpress.com for this tag. I am so glad that I have been given this opportunity to spread happiness and positivity.

Rules:

5 things that make you happy
5 songs that make you happy

Nominate 5 bloggers to continue this tag

5 things that make me happy:

  1. Spending time with my friends and family.
  2. Maths.
  3. Listening to music.
  4. Writing
  5. People appreciating my work.

      5 songs that make me happy:

      1. Do it
      2. Bailando 
      3. Woh Chali
      4. Harano folder
      5. Sunte ki chao

        5 bloggers I wish to nominate:

        1. https://devpria11blog.wordpress.com 
        2. https://carvedraw.wordpress.com
        3. https://tricksterchase.wordpress.com
        4. https://alexi1872.wordpress.com
        5. https://thesilentwarrior1.wordpress.com

        Serene

        The splendour of your eyes that arrested me, 

        Or the serene beauty of your face, 

        That Caught me,

        I know not.

        Or was it your immaculate heart, 

        The unveiling of your naked soul,

        That made me trip, made me fall,

        In your love,

        I remember not.

        But I know that you stole my heart,

        My dear, 

        My moon on this Earth.

        Love never dies

        I felt,

        Your breath on my face,

        Your moist lips against mine,

        Your strong arms around me,

        And your fingers on my waist.

        Then like whisper of smoke you vanished,

        Splitting me into two,

        My other half disappearing with you,

        ‘They say the dead never comes back,

        But I see you’ I said,

        ‘why do you confuse me?’  I asked,

        A voice answered,

        ‘Love never dies’.

        Face

        I sat beside a river and looked at my reflection,

        I saw a scarred face,

        I saw wounds that concealed my lip ends and a bruise that darkened my left eye.

        I sat beside the river and looked at my hands,

        Hands that once held your face,

        Now trembles at your presence.

        I sat there and stared at my face,

        Reminiscent of the pain that you gave,

        For my love, Oh! Love.

        Doomed

        I remember everything, that we three did. I remember that WhatsApp group you made. I remember those friendship days and those cards. I remember those days, when you used to fight tooth and nail to sit beside us. I remember those days, when you used to fall down laughing on things that were not really funny. I remember those days when you used write on the desk, the entire history book, before the exam. I remember those days, when you used to nudge us for the answers. I remember those days, when you would climb a flight of stairs, just to say a hello.
        And I still remember the last day you came to our class, the last day you spent with us, the last day we three were together. Then you strayed away leaving two of us alone. It had been a year since this happened, but we still talk about you, go over those sweet memories.

        Maybe all these memories have escaped your mind and we your heart.

        Now when we see you, there is no eye contact, no hello, like strangers on the street. 

        We see you hanging out with people we never thought you could be friends with and wonder whether this is the guy we had once known.

        Maybe that was a different person.