Painful Solitude

No matter where you are, 

You remains in my heart forever.

Thinking of you, today, Tears fall from my eyes.

Those moments of happiness and love,

that we spent together is just a dream now.

Your memories behold me today.

Focusing on my future, we sacrificed our present.

Sitting in the dark, My thoughts fly towards you.

What being with you means, I can’t tell you in words.

A painful solitude suffuses me.

Each moment, my heart cries to see you.

My each breath has the desire

To hear your voice and speak to you,

Just two words, infact that would make me happy.

Now I pray to god to give me a chance to cry aloud

Infront of my love and say that

‘Though I can’t describe you my love, I want to convey

How much I miss you in these days.

And sure being apart from you is so painful.’

Family

Silence, all around the wood. There was such solace in that area. The place was born for them. Two humans living and filling their voids with their existence. Coloring their future with the sketches of the present. She and He was perfect. Picture perfect. And they were there again. On the shore, the lake shore. By the woods. Silence, more silence. Smile. Their car behind. Engines exhaling smoke. The birds, nature, the trees rumbling symphonies. What a beautiful day.

She went upto him. Hung her head on his shoulder. Struggled a smile. He recognized and asked what was wrong. Slow piano in the background. Flowers in slow motion trembling down towards the earth. The whole earth centered to hear what she has to say. Even the angels descended. She forced a smile again. We’re having a baby. She said at once. She said again, we’re having a baby. Silence rhymed the few seconds after. His eyes went affixed on hers. The blue of the sky, the green of the leaves, everything breached in them. They at the moment though was foggy for him. What ? He asked and she said we’re having a baby. His face turned away. But, but that was not what we planned he said. But that’s how it works hon.

A fox howled somewhere in the distance. Dusk it was, night nearly there. A plastic bag filled with a dead woman was wavering in the wind. A man washing blood of his hands in the lake. The whole earth frozen and dead silent. The currents even in the capricious lake mourning to the dead pretty. Divinity in the seconds passing. The plastic bag is roped to a large rock. The rock shaped in the shape of depression, maybe its sole purpose of existence was to cover this day into a secret.

Dark, pitch darkness. The lake seems felicitous for the plan. The man is seen with an essential grief throwing a reasonably heavy bag into the lack. Damping a rock first, the bag follows. Grieving, yet his emotions overflowing. Every thing seems rudimentary. The agony that personifies as his visage, the incantation of cries that escapes his lips after ever sip of beer. He tells himself he is ready. He feels he is infallible at the moment. He gets into the car and starts the engine. Everything seems fine. He just needs to drive away. And so he does. Hiding a murder, killing two. His engines sultry in every passing second. Everything seems wicked. His eyes red. He reaches the highway. The notes in his life seems to flip over. Her face. Her face is all he sees. Her face, her face doesn’t seem to move away.

One truck. One hit. Blood. Lots of blood. Broken car wrecks. Glasses shattered hurting the road. A whole family is dead. A loving wife, a murderer and their unborn child. Perfect for the ghosts, perfect for heaven and hell..

(♥ŠibÜ♥)

The Lost One

Oh my love, You are the one I cannot have. You know this right?! Or may be you don’t?! It doesn’t matter. It ain’t necessary you know my plight. It sags like a load. A dried up raisin in the sun or sweet icing on the cake. It might appear all broken, painful and in chaos. But I love this journey of mine. My journey is without a destination with no pressure of time. It belongs to me and me alone. No expectations to meet & no conditions to be fulfilled.  I am alone in this and that makes it beautiful. Yes, this love of mine for you will live forever. Unrequited never dies & you know this has made a non believer believe in oblivion and stars galore. But my love, when I meet you there – I’ll be you and you’ll be Me. Time being you are the one I cannot have. May be I am waiting for…..!