Silent Speaker

The lights go dim As I rest my head upon the wine glass rim, Retreating to cozy darkness Holding myself together with "haunting past" dancing in smudginess, "Tomorrow would be your day, Pal" I once again tried to fool myself, Took a sip from the wine and scoffed "Oh you jerk, don't fool this way thyself! It’s over. You don't deserve to live, What man is a man, if he fails to fight his beliefs? Who can’t even protect the dreams he nurtured in his brains every crease?" Infuriated, I smashed the glass Let the pain overtake, I drowned in agony Self defeat Self betrayal Self disdain "Ha-ha! You loser! Once again giving up so easy?" My conscience mocked me. "Give your big fat ego a kick and get up. This war isn’t over yet. So stop treating yourself like muck. Fight for thy 'cos this fight aint over yet!” I felt the adrenaline taking over, My conscience was yet again...

Mystery travelled through his riddle eyes, ever since I first saw him on the platform that day, after college. Affection didn’t take place out of that first encounter but curiosity affirmatively captured him in my mind. He carried his tall physique around the platform, waiting for the train to arrive, but didn’t fail to notice my gaze. After that day I remembered him. Maybe life had bountiful of other things to keep my wandering mind entertained. He passed as indifferent, to me for months. Until one day when he parted with his heavy spectacles, did he display a look of a person unknown till now.  This time I watched him more minutely. His wide round eyes behind those glasses were partially lowered by his eyelids. French beard around his shy lips, were enhancing beauty of his masculine face;his dark coarse hair dropping partially on his forehead and his straight rhythmic stride, hit my core and played that cord of my heart which made me numb for an entire second. To cut the lon...

Speed..Speed and more speed…oh! I loved running! The wind resisting my body, blood gushing down towards my feet with fierce velocity, heart throbbing like a frustrated drummer and my mind just living the moment … I let the speed take control. I surrender my whole existence to that moment….letting my mind think nothing. When my poor body failed to match my insatiable hunger of that adrenaline rush, I forced my body to halt. And only then, I realized the existence of other joggers in the park. Now I am able to hear the noises, the constant chatter of people and their petty thoughts. And now I desire for more speed again. But I know my body had had enough. So with utter helplessness I turn to the wide sea spread before me. Ah! Wise old sea….so calm yet full of zest. It knew no limits. It’s free to flow…full of deepness and mystery. I close my eyes, and breathe its saline air…and I try to connect to it…  “Oh my my…I never imagined getting up early would be such a pleasing expe...