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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Eye-contacts 

I like to imagine it

Say, fancy it many times

There must be some days

When you are at work

Busy with your daily chores

Would come near the glass window

Of your cabin. 

And look towards the pointless sky

Eyes longing for a peep, stealing

Moments. Thinking of me

 by chance

And if I, from my department’s

Window, too, 

In a 2 min break, happen

 to look over the same pointless sky

Thinking of you

Those will be the eye contacts

You would never know we had

But 

they happened, 

Without being insight

They happened

I would just smirk over the sky

Like I saw you waving a goodbye. 

War in a city

“Whats wrong with those people? Why are they always at war ? ” Two European seniors were conferring upon an article in their Sunday times.

 A beautiful day it was. A damn sunny morning. Peace was all they had.  Sitting on a bench near a lake, feeding bread crumbs to the fishes, not even so glad.

“Maybe those people don’t want to share oil among themselves”  stated one of them, cleaning his Harry Potter styled glasses.  

 They both gave a smirk and turned the page.  Getting more exciting by seeing a football match scorecard, irrelevant of their age.
Miles away… 

the war had left the city in ashes. Two countries in constant clashes. 

Buildings which were once offices and homes were now just a pile of concrete. The fire of the burning city was roaring like a red dragon fleet.

The night was dark and the future of its people, even darker. 

A 5yr old girl, who don’t even had a clue where did all her family flew?

 Why were these bombs raining from the sky which was supposed to pour water with cool breeze? She got no one to play no one to sneeze. 

Hiding under the bench near a lake which had turned red. Wishing she had her Bunny and her bed.

Fishes wriggling. Frogs crawling. Hoping this to end, Hoping for a peaceful morning.

Expecting a sunny Sunday morning to arrive. She closed her eyes.

Another home 

I look at sky wondering if there is someone staring back.

Far in the galaxy, far on those stars

Would there be another home

Another bunch of people looking up for a hope.Another bunch of people who would kill eachother for a land of slope

Another bounded land, another starving hand

Another heart to be broken soon, another fire looking for a moon

Would there be another trust broken, would there be another kiss stolen

Would happiness stay there for long, would love meet them along

Would there be no wars, no fights no scars

I don’t want flying cars over there, Pandora’s box would lie on stairs 

No sorrow. No broken heart. No fallen trees. No hot breeze 

Would there be Another home

I look at sky wondering if someone is staring back.

Daydreaming !!!

Going back into the time, you looked like a dime

Your face like an angle having perfect shine

You looked so innocent calm like a shore,I couldn’t take my eyes off you ,no more

You were beautiful ,I was in love

Spelling over me

I was obsured over you

Below the blue sky,looking at your cat’ie eye, smiling like an apple pie

Looking a way to talk to you, not missing any view

You wearing that dress dark blue, my mind being a Break shoe

I was a mess, you being a bless

Small moments with you cherished all though

Wanted to hold you, keep you closer

Always wanted to look into your eyes, feeling like a noble prize

But I was hung up, out of luck

That guy with whome you rome in city, I swear you looked pretty

No problem, you choose him over me, I was standing over south sea, still used to being, lonely

You were adorably gorgeous, exquisite, like a magnet, always pulling me

That alluring face, won’t be forgotten

Still waiting if you would come back to a monsterous repelling creature…
“Ringggggg”….. 

Wait what ?, Was I still daydreaming !!!

What if…..

United by species , divided by counties.

What if someday all the borders are gone. All the landmass that is being separated by counties and their borders just vanishes…….

Well will be left with an island. A whole island. The world wont be longer seperated by counties, visa or passports. If possible will our lives be easy then? Will our soldiers stop dying for us? Could we be united then?

People will say, “What if we have no barriers, we are still separated by religions?”

What if all the religions are gone. And we dont see anyone by their name or caste. Adam, Ahmed, Alferd, Ajay etc. all could wear a beard and dress not worrying about being judged. Could we be united then?

We would just live on an island called earth, with people of different races and languages. Not on a piece of land divided by  flags or Religious believes.

But still ..Could we be united then….?images%2fhvojar-foroyar%2flitfagrar-foroyar-hendur

Martyr