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.

Random Tales

kpwrites #4

I don’t understand why you want to kill him. Isn’t it easier to just let him live and experience the joy of his torture?

Yes. But I don’t want to torture him. I just want him to stop existing.

Why?

Let’s just say that as long as he’s alive, I won’t be able to move on. For me to get a normal life, it’s important that he stops living. I know it is convoluted, perverted and perhaps, evil but I have to do it. I have to get rid of him.

Okay.

Just like that, okay?

Yes. I won’t argue with you if you have decided. How can I help you?

Hold his head a little higher so that I can slice his neck better.

Here you go!

Random Tales

kpwrites #3

“I don’t know what to say but I think the best thing would be for you to leave,” she said without meeting his eyes.

Rohan looked up waiting for Sanya to at least acknowledge his existence but after a few minutes, it was clear that this was a futile venture. Rohan picked his gift and left.

Sanya fell into the chair and tears started to pour from her eyes. She had never thought that she would say no to Rohan’s proposal. However, the truth is that she couldn’t say yes in good faith after what had happened between Kartik and her last night. She wanted to believe that it was more than just physical but that would be a lie, at least right now.

She had met Kartik yesterday at a friend’s party and had woken up in his bed this morning. She wanted to blame the alcohol, the party, her fight with Rohan but in the end, it was all her. Kartik had been a gentleman offering her breakfast but she was in no mood to eat. And when she reached home, Rohan was there on one knee offering her a ring. She couldn’t believe that he would propose to her after the fight they had two days ago.

‘I should’ve told him,’ she thought with her hands on her forehead. Tears were flowing freely now. “Why was I such an idiot?”

Rohan threw the ring on his way out. It was a fake and didn’t cost him more than a coffee. He took out his phone and started typing. Disgust was blatant on his face.

“Completed the dare.”

“Good. What was her response?”

“She told me to get out of the house.”

“But she didn’t tell you about last night.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Kartik and Rohan had known each other since childhood. Each putting the other through ridiculous challenges and placing bets on the outcomes. Two days ago, after his fight with Sanya, a drunk Rohan had dared Kartik to sleep with her. He wanted to test her resolve in the relationship. On the other hand, if Kartik succeeded, Rohan had to propose to Sanya.

Rohan had lost more than a bet this time.

Kartik hung up the phone down. For the first time, he wished he hadn’t won.

Sanya picked up the phone. “I have to tell Rohan the truth.”