Poetry

Haiku – I

A few men died once
It was the battle that he
Remembered always

Love was the disease
Relationship was the cure
And hate was the residue

I will wait some more
For the perfect girl to come
Age is a number

You will fall in love
You will find the heartache too
You know that’s life’s way

The war was upon
And we were anything but
Ready for battle

Yes, please die please die
I want some peace in my life
So die, please die, please

Mi estas viro
Ŝi estas virino tre bela
Mi amas ŝia tre multe

Poetry, Random Tales

A Moment of Love

There was a moment in time when everything stopped. It was not something that I had ever imagined would happen. It was something that wasn’t supposed to happen. It just did.

I am not sure if this was love. I am not sure if this was even an emotion. It was a moment when the heart skipped a beat and the mind was stunned.

It was the moment when I had met you. An unforgotten moment it was.

The moment is affixed in my mind like a painting. Some of the shades mix with each other, others give a different hue than what might actually be reality. However, the emotions invoked on seeing that painting are as fresh as the first time. You looking at me smiling.

The conversation of a lifetime, happening in that single moment. You knew I loved you, I knew you loved me. The whole evening we talked and the evening began in that moment. The perfect moment.

But the evening passed. You left for your life; I, for mine.

Five years passed before we met again. Five silent years after a conversation of 5 hours.

You are with your family, me with mine. I named my daughter after you, your son has my name too.

We had discussed our kids too, I remember. In those 5 hours, we had discussed it all.

Your busy husband who would not come to the party, my pregnant wife who couldn’t.

The conversation, ignited with a moment’s passion, burned all the boundaries, all the walls.

To the world, nothing happened in those 5 hours that tarnishes us.

Yet…

In that moment, everything happened.

In that moment, I was yours and you were mine.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#11: Unimaginable Discomfort

Mansi froze with fear. His claws were all around her. The fingers bristled her hair and each strand shivered with anxiety. She hoped that someone would protect her and stop him but in this moment, she was alone. Her eyes kept getting wider and she chided herself for the words that had led to this, the words she had uttered in complete nonchalance.

He was about to engulf her in his forced embrace, removing every trace of her identity, in the same way as darkness engulfs any sense of humaneness in the society. Mansi prepared for oblivion in her mind. His limbs stretched and then he paused. Something flashed in his mind. Mansi could see his brain processing like a computer, doing data analysis of some sort. “Was he even human?” Mansi thought with her breath stuck in her lungs and her voice in her throat.

Something clicked in his mind and suddenly, his limbs were moving towards Mansi’s cheeks. The claws scraped the skin and moved around the face slowly. Mansi could feel the cold nails but her body had betrayed her and remained motionless.

It went on for eternity in Mansi’s mind before he moved away his claws. Instead of removing her identity, he decided to forever etch his identity on hers.