Remember me? 


The trails of your wandering,

The paths that I kept on running, 

The wars we fought together, 

And the battle we lost for forever, 

Did I loose this fight long ago, 

Or I was just letting you pace and go, 

How silly I was to let you not see, 

But hey,  do you still remember me? 
“Why?! Why are you leaving!”, a voice from a boy was  filling  the silence of the corridors. 

“Wait!  Let me atleast ask the reason of you leaving me like this.” the voice in much more panic.

“At least say something!”, and the black shadow like body disappeared. 

“Wake up! You sleepy head. You are already late for your first day at the new office.” said his roommate almost kicking him out of his bed. 

“Wait I’m awake. ” he said in a cranky voice. 

“Yeah again the same dream. But why does it keep on haunting me. It’s been months since I had my breakup. But..” he was talking to himself but before completing the sentence a voice came from behind.

“Again talking to yourself. Why I’m even living with you!” roommate shouting.

“I’m going office. I’ll take my breakfast there itself. ”  he said emotionless. 

“And what about the things I’ve made for your first day?” roommate questioned back. 

“OK serve it. I’ll just take a shower till then. ” he said.

In the office,

“Well place looks good.  ” he said to himself. 

“Hey? New employee?” a voice came from behind. 

“Yeah. Can you tell me where’s cabin no. 216.” he said with a genuine smile.  

” Yeah right there. ” the man said. 

As he was filled with new emotions and excitement. A sense of bad omen came. He kept his bag on his desk and started his day’s work. But as he was indulged in it an aroma came by. The same his girlfriend had on. He turned back. The same black hair to whom he was entangled when he saw her first. The same white shirt she had on which she wore on her first date and the same old smile. She was a disaster to his fragile heart. 

“Did she see me. Ofcourse she didn’t else she would’ve had said a hi. Come on!  Why she’ll say a hi. But she was looking pretty as usual . Pretty you idiot she was looking beautiful. But what now?  What should I say to her? Should I talk or should I just let it be. Wait no! She is going like she did the first time. I choked and she left thinking I was not strong enough to stop her.  But I can’t do this again. ” he said to himself and millions of thoughts came engulfing his mind. He was all red. He was breathing fast. 

He got up. 

“What on earth are you doing on the first day of your office?!  What,I’m listening to you. Me?!  Who?  You my heart. Let’s see what happens. But wait! What if she says a no. What if she says she hates you?  Are you fine with it?  Yes I’m. At least I’ll have an answer to my questions. I miss her. I can’t do this without her. I want to listen it from her. I want her to be honest. I can’t see her leave because I gave her all the reasons to stay.  I want to tell her how important this is for me. ” he said to himself wiping his tears off. 

“Hey!” he said. 

The girl stopped and stood right there. It was like the world stopped for the moment. Like nothing else could replace it. Like it was their moment. She turned with red face and teary eyes. 

“Remember me? ” he said with a smile and she was in tears. 

“And then it was their moment,

Like nothing else was meant, 

How fast they caught up with each other, 

How love lasts unlike any other, 

But these memories are a place you find me always, 

Because all these are different phase, 

But don’t forget me so that I can set you free, 

For everytime you forget I’ll say “Hey do you remember me? “

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Say something

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“Talk to me, say something,
Speak to me because it’s haunting,
won’t you remind me of all the promises,
won’t you take me to our old premises,
It hurts watching you this way,
It pains looking at you going away,
Won’t you keep me inside you heart,
Please say something because it’s hard to restart.”

As he left his office building in a hurry he sensed a strange feeling coming from within him. He started getting calls and messages all of a sudden from people and relatives.
“What could’ve happend!?”he said to himself.
Phone ringing. *flashed mom*
“Maa, what happend?”he asked.
“She met an accident.” voice came from the other side.
“Okay.”he said emotionless.”Text me the address of the hospital and room number.” he said in a hurry.
As he hurried down the road to catch a cab he could sense his heart coming out of his chest. The nostalgia so deep, he could sense himself somewhere he never wanted to have himself. He booked a cab and as he seated himself on the warm seat of the cab he felt almost everything going inside his mind.
A strange thought came to his mind,”But did I loved her enough?” he said holding his head the starting out of his window as the cab rushed down the highway to the city hospital. Coincidentally it was the same date when they both first met on a secret date bunking their coaching 7 years ago, and it felt to him like nothing changed at all between that day to this day. But today all of a sudden his 2556 days of being with her seemed to be so less. He felt like he can write million things about her. He was in a dilemma for his love and for his affection towards her. He took a deep breath as the cab reached in front of the hospital premise. He closed his eyes for a second and he saw her smiling face and all he did was exchange smiles closing his eyes.
He rushed into the hospital and checked into the hospital and enquired about her room. He saw relatives and most of all he saw tensed faces. With every step he took his heart would sink deeper in the darkest depths of his insecurities. He gathered his strength and asked,”How is she doing?”. “Go look yourself.” said his father.  He slowly went inside and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Her face filled with stitches and bandages and her hand swelled with injections of painkillers. He was staring at her. Stunned, by what was in front of him. She was the same girl with the most amazing and generous smile of this small little world. She was the same little girl who perfectly matched the size of his hug and she was the same girl who went around the room to jump on his back and tell him to sing her his favourite song. She was still the same. But she was still. motionless, like a statue with no emotion. She was so silent to him that day even the clock ticking felt like drums banging around him.
“Say something. Don’t just lay there my love.” He said to break the silence of the clock ticking.
“You look beautiful, even with these marks on your face. Remember the first time you got a mark by a sharp pencil you said you hate marks on your face. I guess you will have a hell lot of complains to make when you wake up. I missed you like a solider misses his family and a mother misses her child when he’s gone. I missed you with every tick of the clock and every breath I take in. How long you’ve been this way? How much pain you’ve been in already. I’m holding you hand and it feels so cold. I want to give you every sense of warmth I have to make you feel like I’m here next to you. I remember how many times I’ve told you I don’t love you but I love you more that ever. I told you I don’t have anything to say to you but now it feels like I could tell you so many things. I could tell you how much I love you and how much I want you right now. I could tell you I’ve never been this lonely in my life before and I could tell you how everything was wrong with me in the office. I want to talk to you. I want you tell you how much this moment is important to me and how I can’t afford to lose you for even a second. I want to live all the remaining moments of my life with you right by your side so that I could keep on telling you that I’ll never run out of love for you. Say something, talk to me, just say anything you want to. Tell me how your day was or how your hair irritated you the entire day or how your office colleagues tried to ruin your day. Just say anything you want to, but say something. Don’t lay there so lifeless. Open your eyes and show me that you are okay. Say something..” he said with big sigh.
“Did you eat anything?” came a voice.
“what?” he said looking up.
“I said did…” she unable to complete her sentence.
He kissed her forehead with a smile.
“You would’ve said something else.” he said pampering her head.

“Silence has its own stories,
Silence speaks its own melodies,
Do you have anything to say,
or you are just pretending to stay,
Don’t look away my darling,
I’m tired of this hiding,
Say something about yourself,
Tell me everything you hide in your shelf,
Talk to me won’t you?
or will you let me go so soon?

A friend of mine.

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Friendships are the bonds that break,
but is it all what friendships take?
I mean look at the things you had,
but now it’s all gloomy and sad,
the thoughts you had yesterday,
and the thoughts you have everyday,
will they ever fade away,
like the promises that turned to silvery gray,
A friend of mine was there with me,
A friend that I no longer see,
A friend of mine with whom childhood was spent,
A friend of mine that was just like a portion’s sweet scent.

A letter to someone with whom I’ve spent my entire childhood once but we don’t hang up nowadays. It’s been 30 years. 30 years ago I left my school and all the fond memories just faded away with the swift breeze of air.
“Hey how long it’s been right? Like millions of years without a home to stay in and no destination to go to. “How are you? and where are you?” all these questions haunted me for years but now it’s all normal for me I guess. This empty feeling has been there for so long I no longer feel it any unusual. It is as normal to me as breathing. But I haven’t written you this because of sudden urge to write or anything like that but maybe I just wanted to tell you it’s fine here and maybe you have to continue living the same way as well. Without me being around and bothering you with questions any more. I saw you the other day. I was blank about my situation, not because I didn’t have anything to say to you but maybe because the fear that exists inside me, the fear of leaving myself in a situation og extremity of guilt and sadness. The fear that maybe I’ll tell you everything that I’ve been doing in my life without even realizing you no longer exist. I wanted to talk about it not because it was you but because I always wanted you to be better person.
I always prayed for the best of things for you and then why you kept choosing others over me? I guess maybe I was weak enough to let you know that you would’ve had made stars rumble with your thoughts and maybe you were just so strong to hold onto things. What made you so weak? What made you kneel down to the circumstances you’ve been facing? I choked me from inside to see you this way and maybe that’s why I left without saying a single word. Because I was so tired of saving you every time putting my self-esteem in a position I no longer left as I existed.
When I saw you that day I didn’t see someone I knew. I saw someone I shared my childhood dreams and hangout places and even my deepest of fears. I saw someone who was strong enough to fall for someone else but wasn’t strong enough to save everything else from falling. What changed? Me, you? Maybe I changed and left the situations as it is. But I tried didn’t I? or I just showed you my back like everyone else did. Well I’m no good for you than if I showed you my back without telling you I would’ve have had taken a stand if you just did one thing right and that was not giving up on yourself. Well it’s time now. For us to say a goodbye for another meeting like this when we’ll have so many things to say but our expressions will say a different story altogether. Because for me it’s not just talking. It’s like telling you everything all over again assuming that it will be fine. But it won’t be fine. It won’t. I won’t say a word because I’m too weak to give out everything and assume that it wasn’t there in the first place ever. How can I do that? How can I just pretend not to exist anymore. Well maybe I kept on doing this for a long time. “this not exist anymore” thing. ”

*sighs* He took this letter. I don’t know where. Maybe a place he always kept these things. But you know everything happens for a reason in your life. Your friend, your family, your loved ones, everyone leaves. And if you close your eyes and think all you have is you. But sometimes we get people who are worth giving up your life for. Like not dying for them, but maybe sharing all your life with them. Love is something undeniably strong and when it gets hard you can trust on those people that can give up their life for you. But if you ever lose their presence just make sure you tried everything that you would’ve had to save what you had and then LET IT GO. You won’t find them I’m sure but you won’t miss them when they are gone. And to all those people I’ve let down, trust me I tried. But you didn’t realize it. I’m sorry. And for those who are with me till now, trust me I won’t leave without giving my soul out to you all.

“Do you remember how much I cried?
When school days were so long and I was tired,
Remember How sorry I was to let you down,
do you even notice this old town?
Hey, its fine trust me,
I’m just a goddamn tragedy,
But hey I said you not to leave,
then why you left my hand and gave me a grief,
Once there was a friend of mine,
who was as bright as sunshine,
but something happens between us,
and the kingdom was broken with pieces of trust.”

Urge.

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How you make yourself believe in a lie,

Can’t you just let it untie?

Look, there’s a better place to go,

Why you keep on dying in this snow?

Saw that reflection of you in her eye?

Or just a feeling of a cold goodbye?

This urge to live a life,

This urge to see myself strive,

I love the musings that you say me all night,

But maybe it’s time to give up the fight.

 

“Aren’t you doing anything on her birthday this year?” Asked his friend.

No response from the other side.

“Hey? Are you there?” Came from the same person.

“Yeah. Well I don’t know. I’ll see to that. Well,I’m off to sleep. Take care.” He said hanging up the phone.

A picture with her as his wallpaper told a different story altogether.

“Dear you,

It’s the last page of the 365 pages I’ve written till now. Ironically it’s been a year since we last had a conversation. Yeah, it was your birthday when we talked. I mean I was talking. This year’s going to be different. Will it be? Yeah you were right I’ll be missing you the moment you left. But I never thought it will change me like this. The urge. The willingness to hear you when nobody else is listening. The urge to see you when you’ve surrounded yourself by walls of people you’ve met. The urge to hear it from you, about how worthless your feelings are about boys and how your emotions change with person to person. The urge to feel your smell when the world has lost all its senses to feel anything. To touch the parts of your scarred body that you keep hiding from the world and to tell you how beautiful they look in the glowing moonlight. The urge to see you everyday for the rest of the days that I have left on this planet. The urge to save you from drowning and help you sail out of the storm that you keep dragging yourself into everytime you run into someone new. The urge to write to  you everyday and tell you how important you’ve been till now and how you’ve managed to pull out the buttons inside me that I thought never existed in the first place. I might not be with you all the time but this urge to be with you without being around you drives me crazy in the middle of the night. It tells me to grab you and never let you go again. Like you’ve been a piece of me. A day without hearing things from you feels like a millennium of infinities. Where I find myself lost. Where I don’t know how and what to say to myself. When the only thing I had was you and you took that thing away from me. The long conversations that dried and eventually perished away from my life kind of  hurt me. It just hurts not to see you but hear everything about you. It hurts trying to catch a cloud which just evades from my clenches and fades away. It just like hoping for a ship to come at an airport I guess. Your love made me do things. Your love that was just enough to make me feel like I’m the one for you. Your love that urged me to kiss you slow in the middle of the night. Your love that made me live a life with you. Your love that made me a father, a brother, a sister, a mother and a child. Your love which made me look into your eyes and see my little packets of forevers. Your love, that was just enough to make a stupid boy, a sensible man.

I know it’s your birthday today. But I know I won’t be sending you any of this. It’s been 365 days. Now I guess this urge is changed to a desperate need. But it has always been that “just enough to let you go with someone else in front of my eyes” kind of thing. I know you are fine. I just know that, my love.”

He takes all those pages. Bundles them and burns them. Maybe love stories look better in burnt ashes of little infinities that you live by closing your tired eyes every night. Maybe love stories are just musings that a fortune teller tells to those who keep on searching for it.

Rivers that flow inside your heart,

Rivers that bring a devastating drought,

How a rain inside your mind,

Brings chaos with a pretty chime.

The urge that makes me pray this time,

To feel it all once again with a sad rhyme,

The end comes before the beginning,

Then why am I still trying?

Shhh.. let them guess my love,

Let them feel this urge.

Mirror

 

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“Haven’t you seen his smile?
Which he always tries to hide,
Haven’t you seen his glowing eye?
Which dims every time you pass by,
Aren’t you fond of love stories he asked,
Now he keeps on saying love stories are totally masked,
What changed him so much said his mirror,
who takes away the stars that glitter,
Why he tries to hide this pain,
I wish he loved someone like this once again.

“I don’t think this is working out, I mean why you keep on acting like the most
possessive boyfriend. I keep on telling you to give me space and all you do is act
weird every time you see me out with someone.” she said in a hurried voice.
“but..” he said rather hesitatingly.
“What but?! I know you won’t say anything .This is what you do every time. End it please.
there is no point dragging something unnecessarily.” she said.
“I was not..” he said and before he could complete his sentence the phone hung up.

He was all numb. It was happening all over again. The torture of having another
unsuccessful relationship. Like every time he went there it was same again. Same
feelings, same reasons but different people.  It became a habit of giving his share of
everything and getting mere nothingness from the other side.

He tried again and again but failed. With life, with people and with emotions. So
he wrote a letter to god and gave it to the priest that sat in the temple. He believed
god could help him out this time. He went to the priest and told him about his
letter. The priest agreed to convey his message to god. He knew he would never have
anything in return but he wrote so that he could let things out of his head.

“Dear god,
There are plenty of things I would’ve had thought of but the only thing that
gets my mind is emotions. How every time I ruin things because of these emotions. So
I want you to grant me a wish. Not being a millionaire or having all the luxuries of
world but to be a mirror. Yes a mirror. So that I could reflect other people’s emotions.
So that I don’t have to show her my emotion every time she looks at me or talks to me. So
that I could listen to all her thoughts and queries and still don’t fall for her or
feel anything specific about her. I want to be a mirror because I want to sit there
and look at her and feel how she feels. To cry with her not to cry for her. To look
at her and see that she is already looking at me. So that she can’t leave me. So
that she isn’t bored of me. I want to show her all her emotions. I want to love like
her,cry like her and feel like her. To be her other half that she looks upon every time
she is happy or she is sad. To feel her smile after her first kiss or feel her eyes after she
loses something that means a lot to her. To be there for her even if she never notices me.
To be her other part without letting her sense my presence. To watch her say silly things
about her and laugh with her. To know about her fears and about her favourite song.
To see her in every way and still be there for her without falling for her. I want you to
let me be a mirror so that I can see her the way she looks at her.”

The priest never saw him again so that he could tell him his letter was somewhere lost in
the temple. But the priest will never know what happened to the boy. Will he?

“Try a bit this time,
And tell her “YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE”,
Because she will never know,
And she will never even show,
You have to tell her the stories you write,
and how your world becomes so bright.
To hold her without touching her,
That’s why I want to be a mirror,
Mirror to see her face,
so that I could watch her beautiful grace.

 

Eumoirous

Screenshot_20170815-195249_1Does this heart keeps on breaking?

Because my love is still in the making.

This fear of being honest,

This fear of not being the best.

How can we ever look at each other,

When we are lost in our own forever.

I’m never going to  this place,

I’m leaving away no trace.

The nights are too Long,  I’m honest,

I’m putting my love to a test.

Today I’m feeling emoirous,

I’m feeling emoirous. ”

*Phone rings*

“Hello?” he said.

“Hey! Guess who. ” she said in a happy voice.

“I’m too weak in this guessing game, speak up.” he said in a cranky voice.

“Idiot it’s me. How long you take to pick up the call. Never mind I have a big surprise for you. I’m in a relationship.” she said.

“Rela.. What?! I’m so happy for you. So when you both are meeting?” he said while trying to hide his emotions.

“I’ll tell you everything. Let’s meet today at the park. I have a lot to tell you.” she said happily.

“Sure I’ll catch up.”he said.

*phone hung up*

” Wow. And I was planing to tell her I started feeling something about her. Well I guess it’s not meant to be maybe. What can I do for her. Well… I’ll write her a letter. That will do.” he said to himself.

First time.

Hey it’s me. Remember we both always ended up fighting because I kept on talking about girls. You always knew me better than anyone else. And I always told you to wait for the right time. Maybe it has arrived for you. When you finally feel your first time. When you do get to know something called weird feeling. When you do everything yet it feels like you did nothing at all. All I wanted to say is I hope your first time feels like there’s nothing like losing someone. I hope your first time gives you a feeling of a lifetime where you can cherish every sense of emotion. I wish your first time gives you a whole amusement park not just a roller coaster. I hope when you hold hands you feel like he is the one. I hope when you both kiss you feel every emotion running through your mouth. I hope when you laugh you laugh like you laugh when you are with me. I hope you share everything to him like you do with me. I hope you dance your way through the trees holding hands. I hope you jump in the rain and you fight with each other like kids do. I hope your first time feels like nothing but love. When you hold on to everything when nothing falls into piece. When you fall asleep in his arms and he looks at you like I did with a smile on my face. I recall once you said we can end up together. But I was always afraid of losing you. I still I’m. I can’t let you go because you became a whole journey in my life. I’ve never been such high with my emotions, but I do feel that when I talk to you. I can’t lose you because I’m vulnerable. I can’t let go when I love and I don’t want you to go. That’s why I didn’t fall in love with you. I can’t let your first relationship be with someone who is too afraid to lose you. Who isn’t even sure how to love. I can’t afford to make you cry because of me. I can make your dreams come true but I can’t ruin your dreams with a truth. I can hold your hand the entire night but I can’t let go of it for a single second. I can fall for you but I won’t let you fall for someone like me. I can be your Armour but I cant let you lose because of me. I can be your shadow but I won’t let you notice me. You should fall for someone who doesn’t fall for you because only then you’ll realize how worth your first time is. I hope you can cross oceans without me. In case you don’t I’ll be you sail and help you out till the end. I don’t know what the future holds. Maybe we get along laying beside each other. But right now I’m running and I can’t make you run with me. I want you to have someone stable with whom you can call yourself to be home. Someone who can make you feel weird and beautiful. And someone with whom you can die in peace with.

Love

Your other half.      ”

Sighs.

“Hey did we make it the other way?

Or we just kept our sails a stay.

Hey did we fall in love?

Or we just flew away like a dove.

This life is always too long without you.

The days so dark and the nights all blue.

Tell me your stories I’m waiting,

Tell me how to love, I can’t keep dreaming.

 

dysphoria

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The wait which tends to be so long,
The gods keep on singing the same song,
Broken pieces which aren’t ever found.
which keep me making that sad sound.
Aren’t you coming back now?
Are you going to bow?
Aren’t you taking me with you?
We promised to make our world all brand new.
This dysphoria gives me such vibes,
This dysphoria keeps me awake all night.
Thinking about you,
Trying to make this dream come true.

“Hey are you not going to jump in?” a voice came from a recorded audio.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I’ll always stay with you.” Another recording that comes up with a fimiliar voice.
“You don’t understand, I love you?” *phone hangs up.*
“Are you crying?” with a child like voice from one more audio.
“What are you doing this late?” came a voice from behind.
“Nothing dad just..” he said quickly wiping his tears.
“Go to sleep right now.” In a loud voice.
“Yes, dad going.” he said with a smile.
As he lays down. He covers himself with a pillow. He starts crying. No one in the world knows why. He always ends up crying at night when the world is far asleep and all you hear is ticking of the clock. There’s silence around him. The silence that makes noises that threatens his conscience. Silence that bangs his eardrums.
As he sat down on his bed with a sigh, there was a knock on his window. There was someone outside. It was a full moon night and it felt like there was a girl.
He opened up his window. She jumped onto him.
“Happy friendship day!” she said holding him as tight as ever.
“But wh” he couldn’t complete his sentence.
“Shhh, let’s go out first.” she said holding his hand.
He jumped from his window to the rooftops. He was right beside her. As close as he wanted her to be.
“Why are you looking at me?” she said with a confused expression.
“Why can’t I look at you.” he said with smile.
“Look at the moon, it’s much more beautiful than I can ever be” she said looking at the moon.
“Well even thousand moons can’t match your beauty” he said.
“Oh, how come?” she said.
“And you ask me how come the moon can’t match the beauty you have. Well moon can’t sing like you do. Full of irrelevant words and ruined beats. Moon can’t smile at me like you do. Moon can’t fall in love with things like you do. Moon can’t talk to me. Moon can’t hold me. Moon stands there life less and you full of life. “he said looking at the moon.
“But Moon is eternal. Moon is there and will always be there. Moon has watched stories and life of millions of people. Moon knows so many stories. Stories that you can’t ever think of.” she said looking at him.
And he opens up his eyes. He was back to the real world again. With that unwell feeling. Where she no longer exists. Where moon still remains eternal, but she’s gone.
He goes to the roof top.
“Hey. I miss you where you are. Talk to me” A voice memo. It plays on repeat. It repeats everynight. It repeats everytime he misses her.
He stands in front of the mirror trying to look at himself and feel her touch on his skin. He takes long showers and sits there thinking about the day when he forgot his umbrella and they shared it back to their home. Trying to feel it once more.
“Take my hand. We are almost there.” she said.
“There, where? he said.
“Wait a bit” she said holding a cover on his eyes.
“We are here! My favourite place in this small town. Where we can see the moon and the sun at the same time during the dawn.” she said smiling like a kid.
He whispers “I love you.” But no one there to listen to him.
“You said something?” said asked.
“Yeah. This place looks amazing.” he said.
Holding each others hand at that moment it felt like forever. It felt like it won’t come to an end. But it did. The moment, the places and what was left was haunting memories.
This unwell feeling it never loses its hold on him.
“Come back!” he wrote to her.
“Happy friendship day” is a message that flashed on her screen a year later.

“If I lose myself tonight,
Will you come and hold me tight.
The lines on my hand,
I hope they cut in a way I’ll be the one for you
I’m taking a stand,
for something I’m always going to lose.
This feeling of dysphoria,
Can it be my Euphoria?

Querencia.

Screenshot_20170725-165157-1“Found a piece of me in your eyes tonight,
as we lay beneath the stars,
your head placed on my shoulder just right,
healing my soul,like elixir to my scars.
“It’s perfect isn’t it?” you said with a smile,
I wish it was,
I held you heart you said it’s fragile,
every moment becomes an eternal loss.
My heart found a place to stay,
A querencia out of nowhere,
like my mind believes to live with you like this everyday,
All I do is look at you and smile because it’s all I can say.”

“Soldiers take your positions. We are in the middle of the war. Your life and lives of every other citizen of our country is up to you now. Fight it like it’s all you have.” said the commanding officer to the newly appointed regiment under his control.
“Are you afraid?”,asked the person next to him.
“No really. I’m happy that I finally became someone that can be productive for our country’s good.” he said with a smile.
“That’s really nice of you to think this way.” said the person beside me.
“Let’s fight it like it’s the last thing we can do on this planet.” came a voice from behind. And everyone was filled with overwhelming enthusiasm and urge to fight for their country irrespective of which religion, state or class they were from.
“War is upon us badly. You all have been called to the battle field. Hope you can make it safely back to the base and make our country proud.” said the commanding officer.
“Let’s go go go!” said a voice from behind.

 

“We are surrounded by enemies from either sides. We have no where to go expect to fight for our lives and die.” said the captain of the regiment.
“We’ll die with honor.” and everyone went to die. One after the other. Shots being fired. Men screaming and shouting. People dying. Blood streams all over the place.
It was up to him at last. Everyone else had sacrificed their lives for nations good. He took aback. And placed himself behind the bushes. He closed his eyes.
“Daddy! Daddy? wake up. Did you forget that we have to go to my school for the annual fest? Daddy fast!” came a voice from the faint memories he held inside his mind.
“Daddy! When will mom come back?” the child said innocently.
“Soon my dear.” he said.
As he said it in his mind tears rolled down his cheeks. He was all red not with blood but with the memories that came running down his cheek at that moment. He was smiling and crying at the same time. He lost his wife as she gave birth to their angelic daughter . Since then he took care of her like a mother. His daughter was the one he loved the most. He loved her with utmost possession, like no one can ever make his daughter feel like the way he did. He knew he has to die. To keep her safe somewhere in those towns where people are eyeing on him to save them. Emotions where cruising through him. Every breath he took made his heart more heavier than ever.
“Daddy? Will you ever leave me?” child said in the most innocent voice.
“Never child.” he said.
“Then why are you going?”child said.
“To save you.” he said with a smile.
He sensed enemy approaching him. He wiped his tears. He knew no one could love his daughter like him, but for her safety he picked up his gun, closed his eyes and said to himself, “I’m sorry child. I’ll bring back mom soon.”
A shot in his heart and he was bleeding to death. As he looked upon the black sky that night as he was dying, he thought to himself how bad father he was leaving his child alone. And then he reminded himself of the starry night when he was in love with his wife. He was crying as he was dying, and all he prayed was “Never give war to people in this world” and closed his eyes to blend into this forever world of memories.

“My querencia, her voice.
And when we promised our eternity,
God smiled at his own choice,
That even eternities end before reaching infinity.
Maybe we had the wrong idea about this longing,
I guess it’s as short as our promises,
That’s why we ended up dying,
In our own world of ruined ashes.
I raised my hand to reach hers,
I raised my heart to touch hers,
But the heaven was too far away from our reach,
Yet I closed my oblivion eyes to preach.
For us to meet in another life,
where we can atleast end the conversation we left behind.”