My Ramblings

It all started with the chats and messages the lesser tools the millenials use. I guess I needed to stick with the conventional side of my personality. I so adjust! He seemed like an  agreeable guy. But how much can you trust a guy behind a screen, and a guy after all! The chats continued. The wallpaper in my room was discoloring on its own. My pen and paper were also kind of tired and they asked for vacation. So, I had nothing to engage with. The daily stare-fights with my laptop in the lockdown had long exceeded the quota to keep me restrained. So what if they paid for my lifestyle!    We lived in the same town, not too big to be called a city. But it had fascinating topography. Amidst the plains which bore the harvest for the whole state lay the shallow mountains which rose out of nowhere. It felt formidable because of its expanse. They say in the ancient times the quarry was the source of lavish livelihood and that had cleaved the mountains in the thing of b...

"Do you ever feel the little waves and then huge waves flushing you from inside?", her voice seems to echo. Sitting across from her for almost an hour without the slightest sussuration; nothing but the flip-flops of the file papers being turned over, the sudden words nearly wakes him from a daze. He has not been asleep, just no action has him grown more situated to an environment of calm. It is not her fault, certainly. "Sorry... what?", he couldn't hear what she said in entirety and so embarassment is palpable in his voice. "Life... Do you ever really get tired of it?", she finds him staring at her. Or may be the question she let out has discomfited him. It is not long before he realises what he has been doing. However, the daze is again broken off by her. With a low snort. Finally, he feels like he needs to put some clarifications across before he is labelled a complete knucklehead and made rounds with around the town. "... Sorr...

I was stunned, could not move I was held by the hands of dark. Swaddled by the caress, I was breathing in the dark .  I was headed for my aim. Anger, expectations alike. Despite knowing all the truth I could only move forward. He grabbed me in his embrace. I thought the mind felt clearer. It needed a pamper, wherever it got. The hug was tightening nevertheless.  Suddenly they cracked. The ribs. Then My neck snapped, popped my veins. Brain shattered. The pain unbearable. Of course imagine the bloodshed.  I sublimated. The bones and veins Scorched. Like the way I effervesced I re-emerged. First a spectre then the solid mortal I was.  Is it better do you know? But, it was not the end I knew. You are my master, unholy one, Let me slip away to rise on my own. ____________________________________

Oh you shiny, crescent orb Hanging in the sky. Don’t you have it right yet, Lovers tarry, and pray for you. You look fatter, today than then Do you worry, fret not. The night hears you always. She could just be sewing her veil. Oh my friend, I miss you today. Only now I know you are swept. You are happy, I am ecstatic. A true romantic seeks love out. Yes you are back, tell me The story. May be one day I’ll have my finished. To swoon, to feel, to share your joy. Every love story deserves a keen ear. You mustn’t be scared towards end. I know it’s hard to repeat everyday.   You may dissolve but only after You merge with the starry night. Be happy my old, dear friend. Fortune showers on the blessed few. To melt into the arms of your paramour. And to do it every night, oh so few! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I always enjoyed the private shows she put. The ones where she sang in solitude. I would hide behind the taupe wall at the entrance so she couldn't see. Its not my fault. She never talked. To me or any other being. Maximum she'd do is smile and nod along in yes or no. But when she sang I swear the nightingales would burst open their hearts just to emulate her. I knew she was a cool person. I have a connection with people, they communicate with me with their eyes. Plus only the good ones can have such blessed voice. I wanted to butt in. But somehow, I gathered myself before I went pricking on. "I have seen you staring at her. This is the third time. I will tell her if you don't stop. You are a lurker, aren't you?", I was flabbergasted by the vocabulary of a ten-year old. I had just been accused of something almost criminal. And, so I needed to snub it away before she shrieked. Guess I was lurking. "No I wasn't. We have known each other for a ...

What of her, a broken one. So her table, pencil and soul. With palpable weary A sprightly turned into a ghost. He never looked back at her, She rose above. May be just She could pen them in words. An anthem for to feel less alone. Pencil pierced sheet and another And thump shuddered roaches from under Still like corpse, she stared down the ground. All I could do was watch from afar. Death is not an embrace of life Unless I be a new start from the cards. But I can't let her choose now Even when she's wise, I know . _________________ Prompt 1: Start with  "If you wanted to set your life on fire there wasn't a better combination". Or Prompt 2: Death's pov

It was time for me to leave. Leave the comfort of darkness under the bed. “Who was I hurting? No one!”, I was agitated. A life of selflessness and it is I who must give up her principles. It is all very confusing. To take on the burden of teaching and informing the world is not an easy task. I always reminded myself of that. Only the toughie toughs can do that. Jake and I have been pals since he was born. More like since he started crawling and then could stand up and finally move around. Before I signed up for the job, I made it abundantly clear to my employers that I would not go on scaring the little kid or kids I was going to be assigned to. It is not fair. But, I realized the kids also need to know about the demons and evils in the world.   So, I decided to appear apparition-y. I worked on my deportment. And, it worked. I would spread out like a whirl of shadow and eat jam crackers. He wouldn’t see that. Only me.   But one thing was for sure even befo...

Mincy, the mouse was recently separated from his family. He was a sweet mouse. They were rushed out of the house of the messy couple on second floor. Mincy left at the last after making sure every other member was out. On their way down the stairs, they lost track of each other or atleast Mincy did. He couldn’t find the others. Scared, a little, he slid into the first door he found opened. That was one slick, shiny looking place. Meredith, the owner was the sort who detested mess from far away and one who no one ever tried to mess with. The birthday party had almost ended. Leaving her closest few friends behind, everyone else had gone home. The floors and the corners were all spic-and-span. Mincy needed somewhere to lie low. With the meagre crowd in the living room, he found the bedroom to be empty. All, he had to do was slither across the hall past the house-guests and the host who were little drunk with the festivities and beer-bottle in almost every person’s hands. He to...

The life gets accustomed to a kind of calm when you are alone. And, everything around is just in place. No mess, no disorder, no clink-clank to get you out of your hibernation. This hibernation then leads to lethargy and finally a puddle of emotional upheaval. It’s a paradox really. And, she was the epitome.  The life in city would be too active one would think, yet she managed to make an island of peace for herself. More like, one was created for her. She was a lonesome soul. Not too talkative, not too big of a sharer, so, it was assumed she would like the peace. Away from all hustle-bustle. Her fiancé, now husband, found for themselves that palace of solace. No one asked her for her opinion. Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise. But, too calming peace was now questioning every motivation of her fiancé.                She had not gone out for a long time. Keeping aside those few neighborhood meets, much-needed so...

The city was shimmering when she looked down from the lighthouse. The lighthouse was a sacred place, maintained by the city but yet not open to the tourist. Neither had it been in the past. Only few had keys to the lighthouse. The lighthouse was amply situated at the top of the entry gate boasting of the grandeur alongwith the mighty walls and glimmering outrageously because of its exclusivity. “The city has a life of its own. It makes its own choices, chooses its own people. It breathes in people it likes and spits out the rest", the view had her mesmerized. "There is something to be learnt from this. Who says the walls are bad? Maybe keep population in check so help our country”, she said tapping the cigarette butt after a long drag. It was a cold night. And the air at that height must already be thin. It was his last day. She may not have been ready to take over but she was not going to miss out on any wise words coming from his trusted friend, confidante and me...

Why wouldn't you leave me alone?", I was about to burst into tears. My arms were caught in the choke-hold the black apparition-y thing had me in. They felt flail now. I was so tired. I didn’t want to fight anymore. No matter what I did, where I went I could feel a presence. A presence so subtle to evade everyone's eyes yet solid enough to make me turbulent. I had tried to rid it by jumping the lights, standing in the sun for hours. So, I knew it didn't want to kill me. Otherwise my methods would have kept its hands clean. I needed to get away to save my remains. I was not sure I was whole. A substance anymore. I tried going near the waters. But it didn't drown. Maybe I hike up to where oxygen dies. Otherwise, the only choice I had was to jump off the cliff. Who has ever caught up with the gravity? It wouldn’t. Nobody does. So, I tried the lesser of the both choices. The woods were calming my nerves. Fresh air had ruffled my hair and patted my cheeks a...

His actions all felt rather meaningless now. But they were her some of the best memories. It was afternoon now. She had started packing in morning when he left for office. But these memories were keeping her tied up. "Hey, did you really think you could run on one foot in those thickets. Really? You didn't let me stay here. Pull another stunt and I am going to be here twenty-four seven. You entertain all those bugs from my office then", all she could see was the crinkle between his nose and his cheek. She knew he meant every word. The wind batted against her eyelids and she was back to ruffling those keys in the glass bowl. She kept wondering if she really needed to put her set back. "Honey, I lost them again. I may have dropped them in my office but the chances of CCD are equally good", she was shameless. This was the third time in 4 months. "Look at the present I got you. It has been in my drawer for a week now. True surprise! You get anothe...

S hort of breath, eating carbon T he man from then kept moving forward. E nraged them with queries, himself not dithered. “ A re you sure, this is 21 st and not any other?” M arauder not was he, confused only. P osterity was indeed more intelligent but their acts unwisely. U ncertain, was he skeptic or were they insane?  Yet N othing justified their shallow blings. K icking aside everything, he looked out to take a final mental shot.   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Prompts for YeahWrite : word 'pivot'/ genre Steampunk/ acrostic poem. Steampunk is a subgenre of science fiction or science fantasy that incorporates technology and aesthetic designs inspired by 19th-century industrial steam-powered machinery. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------