Gray Rainbow

The world seems to have stopped

Its move at your doorsteps.

Those melted clock on the wall,

Frozen yogurt in the fridge,

Laden dust in the corner

And the stopped heart at other.

Barely a whisper lacked the meaning

And the life has lost its luster,

Never imagined a gray rainbow; it existed

When the seasons of color mourn

And existence began to heavily weigh

Beyond the will to carry on.

The never enough winter’s sunshine

To light the smile on everyone’s face.

Those eyes, full of thousand stories,

Buried all when she closed for the last time.

The world is a miracle of miseries

Ready to applaud when it is others’.

Fighting Them

For hours, I flipped the pages going deeper through the eyes of Toru Watanabe in Norwegian Wood. I finally gave up to strained eyes and striking midnight. The fatigue easily induced sleep. Long before I could process the thoughts or complain about the nights, I subconsciously slipped into another world. The monsoon and rain, not much to complain.

I woke in the middle of the night by soft knock on the door followed by the bouncing of basketball. Alarmed, I reached for cellphone to check the time ‘Seriously? 1:48am, who the hell is playing basketball at this hour?’ The urge to get out and smack the punk was more than failing heart at that moment.

My ghost walked through bedroom door, main door and verandah door without unlatching a single door. She had a cricket bat clasped tightly. FYI a cricket bat from neighboring kid. Black tights were complimented well by the black boots and leather jacket, a top tied hair and fire in her eyes. The full moon illumination made it picture perfect just like a scene from a movie.

As light as she walked inching closer to them, she never felt stronger in years. The smirk on her lips, determination to teach lesson to those bastards and upright posture almost gave chill to those immature punks. She scanned around to each face and counted the head. As per her quick mental calculation she jumped high, kicked all six of them subsequently and landed with a class. She beat two of them with bat while still kicking and pinning others with her boots. The groans and cries made her to stop beating the shit out of them. She almost beat them again and warned with conviction to never disturb the neighborhood again. They agreed instantly and ran away feebly.

With the triumphant smile and fireworks in the background, she threw the bat in a style and walked as if she owned the night putting shame to the witnessing stars and a moon. Yes, without unlocking, she passed all three doors and came to celebrate with me. She looked radiant glowing with the undisputable confidence.

There she found me cornered at bed, draped in blanket clutching the bed sheet, sweating profusely, holding a pee, prayer beads in hand and chanting ‘Om Ah Hung Benza Guru Pema Siddhi Hung’ thousand times.

Savvy Time

She waited for him to return for so long

Savvy was the time, who witnesses the futility of the wait

Cruelty of the fate, duality of the game played by thy love.

The innocence perishes with the betrayal

The pain was slyed with the veil of hatred.

Did her heart bleed and eyes puff from crying?

Nah, she was too strong for the display of weakness

From the continuous denial of the emotion surfacing,

She eventually became void of emotions.

Savvy was the time, a witness of all

It will unfold what fate has stored for her

Will time seal the past and heal the pain?

Nah, fate seems to have another sinister plan.