Window 

I don’t know how I came here? Since when was I here? Only thing I knew was that I was here for a crime I thought I never commited.

Walls turns wet in rainy season and a burning bun in summers. A small window, which kept me stringed with the outer world. Yes, I have been here through many seasons.

 Instead of asking where was I ? 

The only question I used to ask myself, daily was,  Why was I here? 

Growling dark husking winds didn’t scared me, but thought of leaving her alone in that bad bad world did.

Only thing that bought a smile to my eyes was thinking of her before sleep. About that dusky twilight of her tresses. Those Radiant dazzling bright eyes. Splendidly luminous. 
Thud..Thud…  Wake up. You have hearing tomorrow. Sleep tight” 




Those words kept ecoing in my eardrums for the rest of the night. A slight ray of hope between through my skin, giving me goosebumps. 
The winds never felt chiller. The stars that were peeping through the tiny window were twinkling bright. My wait was finally over, I would meet her soon. Love of my life. My better half. My wife.

I would love her soon.

I was masked, chained. And was pushed in every step to the place where my future was to be decided. And with every step, a question grieved deep in me. How bad of a crime have I done? 
Light sprouted. And in a flash of second I was facing couple of angry and growling people around me. Mercy was nowhere to be found. 

Before I knew my fate, I was masked again, i was back between those walls and my window.

Thud.. Thud.. You were sentenced to life imprisonment, but your decision is changed yesterday. 

You will be hanged on 7th of next month” 


Words failed to deliver off my mouth. Was my crime that horrible? But above all… What was my crime? 

Die. Death. End. These words never left my ears. 

I shouted my guts out. I growled. Cried. But no one came. Not even to tell me Shutup. Fear of losing my wife, made me loose my appetite. Meals never got swallowed. Water never felt so bitter. 

Eventually I began to loose muscle, I began to grow thin. Fear of dieing was taking me a step closer to death.. everyday.

On the night of 6th, I thought of talking to the moon thinking my wife would be doing the same. I barely had energy to reach the window. But as I held my nerves and climbed, I noticed something wierd. 
Although the rods of the window had less space between them, my hands were so thin I could easily slide pass through it.
My anger with food, made me loose my body but gave me an opportunity to be FREE

Mumbling my lovers name, I strangled my head and body through that narrow gap and was amazed, how easily it went through. After some struggle and a jump.. I was in an open field. I was free to meet my love. 
I ran with my guts through the marshy land and muddy water. Crawling, jumping of nearly everything off my way. 

A low spark of light caught my attention. I was hungry again. 

As I reached the place, i noticed it was a small shop with an old television. 

 I asked for a cup of tea. 

The man in the shop nooded and became busy preparing it. 
Suddenly I heard my name calling. I looked at the man, he was busy in the tea. Didn’t looked like he spoke. 

The old television got my attention. 

It showed my picture and a headline with a caution mark. 

Police in search of a convict , sentenced for his wife’s murder” 

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KEYHOLE 

Up there on the 15th floor, there is a caramine door. 

It is a strange kind of door, those with a strange keyhole. 

I once lost my way reading a scroll and landed up on that floor.

Was I supposed to look? The jury is still out on whether I should have. 

That was an uncanny time of my life. Half of my day spent brooding and other half wanking , tossing and chanting. It was only natural that out of curiosity i peeped through the keyhole. 

I think I had seen that girl before. Laila.

 I think her name was Laila.  I had seen her smoking weed and gulping vodka on the terrace. Her eyes depicted a Gothic image. Her dress would always print an impression on my mind. She was the perfect kinda girl your mom warns you about. 

When I peeped in, I think my stars were right on the place.  She wore the shortest dress she had. Or was she undressing?

 My pupil got bigger. It was a bit dark there, those supple soft hands were a sight to explore.

All my life’s painful work had led me up to this moment. A kinky culmination through the keyhole .

 I gasped , and it flew. 

Though it was only in that particular moment of ecstasy and clarity that I saw the butcher’s knife and a plastic in her hand. 

She was dragging someone by the hair , through the living room. A Corpse maybe… She was toppling over glass vases and bumping into chairs.  

It was only the moment of my greatest triumph that she bought down the knife and I let out a sigh.

She heard me , even looked me in the eye and smiled. Not an ordinary one , but a cocky smirk. 

The dripping blood,  the pouring DNA was a credible clue that an evil had happened , little I knew I was gonna pay for it.

 As I stood transfixed at the door , she threw the plastic on the floor.

She took the knife, tore her shorts. Removed her top, smacked it in her mouth 

Her smirk changed into a death stare.

Kajal of her eyes fells to her cheeks,  and before I knew what was happening, she stormed out of the door, leaving me with a gasp, she yelled MURDER

It’s been 20 years in this cell. 

I am still trying to convince the court about what I saw.

 But the police couldn’t find that KEYHOLE through the door of the 15th floor. 

EYES Dreams 

Panting so heavy, sweating like climbing valley

Crawling inside a cemented grave ,  was i really that brave

a black tee with a ripped short, my eyes were wandering south&north

inside it was quite , mirrors on my left&right

I couldn’t see my reflection in it, i started to panic

as I looked back, there were those eyes starring right back at me

just the eyes..

I remember hearing an audible sound of a kid with heavy pitch.

“Its your new home”

“Thud” “Thud” “Thud” ….. someone was tapping on the grave, from outside

I wanted to scream hard, but was unable to spill a chord

i could see my hands, but they refused to follow my brain’s instructions

Who was taking control over me? Is it on my body, or on my soul?

Those eyes were again in the mirror. Staring back.

Faceless eyes, motionless eyes

They weren’t sad, they weren’t happy but drenched with faded kajal

It was dark there for sometime, was i brain dead? Then how could i think?

my feet touched the base. there seemed no way out.

“Thud” “Thud” “Thud” .. the sound retreaded

Finally heard someone saying “Its done. That was the last nail. Coffin is ready”

And there i was, holding a hairclip in my hand

I knew those eyes

I was numb, my eyes widened as the face of those motionless eyes came to light

It was her.

It was night, a month ago while returning from work, my car crashed with a girl crossing the road, when i reached her, she was gone.

Out of fear, anxiety…muttering about my future, slided her down the slope of valley.       She wore a pretty dress upto her knees, i think she was going for a party. I dumped her there.

Lesser i knew, i dumped her body, not her soul.

Here she is..looking right back at me.

Its been 20 years 294 days since then. I like my new house.  Well, she says i am a guest, cus i  gifted it to her long ago.