Friday, 30 December 2011

Peace

A place of utter silence, if such a place existed, what would it be like? Would it be peace?
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Its just her in that space, and nobody else. No dogs barking, no birds, not even insects, not even the sound of the wind and trees. Just her, and utter silence - or so it should have been.

/ Voices. So many of them. /


But how could that be! She blinks awake, and shuts her eyes again. In this space, its supposed to be her alone. She did not give consent to anyone; there is no one around in that closed room.

/ They invade. Like a broken tape, playing over and over. /


Invisible conversations, she wonders why she is hearing them, even if nobody speaks. She plugs her ears, yet they stay.

Words and more words, laughter, and more words, sounds indiscernible.

/ Because the noise lies inside. And it wants to talk. /


The noise she seeks to run away from.


Peace, remains shattered.



Monday, 19 December 2011

Remembering you

An year passes back. You haven't come back. Time goes on. I laugh, I cry, I make mistakes, I try to mend them.

Hoping my prayers reach you, hoping your loved ones stand strong, hoping you are watching over us.

I live, carrying with me, a little part of you.



Friday, 9 December 2011

Killing a relationship

I don't know if I hate you or hate myself. I don't know if I hurt you more or you hurt me. I don't know if I'm hurting more or is it you. I don't know where it went wrong. There are too many things I just don't know. Maybe you don't too.

What I do know is that I probably have a few more tears left. I'll probably still wait for that text or call which won't come. You will pop up in my head more times than I can keep count of because I have a fairly good memory. If I could cheat a bit, I would turn the wheels of the clock back to when we were both smiling. That I never meant to hurt you, not even once and I don't like to see you looking like that, not even for a second, for whatsoever reason.

So I should probably stop plotting silly things like vengeance. And maybe someday we can both laugh about it.

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Color

"Did you know that some people dream in black and white?"

 She blinks. "Is that so?"

"Yeah! That's what I read. " Her companion chatters. "Amazing, right?"



"Hmmm. " She thinks about it. It will be like watching an old movie."What do you dream in?"

"Huh?"

"Black and white, or color, silly." Its funny  to remind him, since he was the one who brought it up.

"Color of course." He rolls his eyes.

She smiles,"Say, can we do something after this? Go somewhere... "


"No time!"  Pause. "Actually. Look at the watch. I should be going. So much to do. " he drains the last of his coffee.

"Evening...?"

"No good. Uhh. Not today, ok? I'll, uh, call you up and we'll do something I swear!"


'Did you know...'

"Did you say something?" He tosses the cup in the bin.


"No. Nothing. " She smiles. "Do take care. "


Did you know? That some people live in black and white?


She doesn't think he has the time to understand.