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. 

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. 

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.

All he needed

Years later, 

he was wandering in a mall, in the loud chaos he heard a voice from all 

A familiar voice sweeped down his leg, 

no more steps taken, layed like an egg

“Mommy” said a child hugging her.
She had changed 

Well not fully, her voice still had the charm to pause his world

She had gained weight though, her jeans turned to trousers 

All these were the secondary thoughts that came in his mind, his cerebrum was still recalling the last time he saw her
The last drink they had

The last chat he saved

The last hands they held

The last goodbye they bid,

The last day of the clg, they never promised to meet again, they never promised to greet again 

But they both knew the place they had, was never going to be filled again 

And here she was, a happy ,ever smiling face full of cheers, just like the old days

All he ever wanted was to see that smile on that pretty face
He woke up in the present by a call on his cell

Looking towards her, he reached down his pocket and cancelled the ring

He wanted to capture the most of the moment he was having with her

Reaching out for a piller as he hides behind,

 didn’t wanted to come in her sight or her mind

Watery eyes blocked his view

A thick drop of joy and memory slided through his cheeks

He never had the courage to step in her way that day, just keep her smiling was all he did pray
All those rides he took, for all those fights he stood 

He always knew she was all he needed.

Just because….

Just because you left doesn’t mean I wasn’t right 

Just because we aren’t ending up together doesn’t mean we aren’t soulmates

Just because we aren’t talking today doesn’t mean we don’t want to

Just because we don’t see eachother doesn’t mean we don’t care

Just because you are with someone doesn’t mean you forgot my touch

Just because you wanted a stable relationship doesn’t mean I wasn’t worth 

Just because you left doesn’t mean i wasn’t right
Just because you were rude doesn’t mean I would too

Just because time wasn’t in favour doesn’t mean it never was

Just because you couldn’t stay doesn’t mean you had to leave

Just because you ended up with a quite, stable , banker doesn’t mean you don’t miss the thrill of my boxing matches

Just because you set yourself free from me doesn’t mean your heart vacated me

Just because you left doesn’t mean I wasn’t right 

Moments

The first time he said it, she was on the floor looking for something.

“I love you”
It was quite like the midnight, and he looking at her like it’s been the important moment of his life.
“Say it again” She said. Turning back to look at him
“I love you” he whispered
There was something how she sat there looking at him. Looking so fascinating, quivering like a young leaf. He just want to sit down and hold her forever.
“I love you I love you I love you”
He was getting too brave, words slipping off his tounge like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard . They both were alive with all of their might.

Save this moment for me, act like it doesn’t have to end.

 Tell me you love me, say none of its pretend.