The Assassin and The Pin of Velleity
Chapter 2 (part 1)
It's a very sunny day, the kind of day which often comes after rain cleans all the dirt from the air and the sun shines right at you. The Yoshi market in Tokyo is a busy place, people holding their umbrella under their arms are shopping for vegetables, fishes and groceries. Some are just strolling, others are moving out to find and check another thing on their shopping list.
Haruka walks freely among them, her hands in her pocket, humming 'spring day' inside her head in perfect harmony with the song playing in her ears through her headphones. Although she likes the song she has never felt any connection with it in real, just a liking for the beat.
Her narrow dark eyes are looking around for something while her face remains carefree. To anyone who would look at her, she would be described as someone trying to find a shop among all the other similar looking shops, while some others would just take her as a stroller given the certainty of her steps.
Haruka's eyes soon identify what she has been looking for and without any hesitation, she moves towards him.
A man gets off his Rolls-Royce, his guards are standing beside him, one on each side but that doesn't bother Haruka, not in the least. He looks like a misfit for the place, dressed up in fine suit, hills of his boot clicking and announcing his wealth but nobody notices him all that much. At this place no one cares who you are as long as you don't win over them in a bargaining match.
She walks up to him without actually looking in his direction as if he was a stranger to her, sharply cutting away from his guards and gets behind him in a blink, his guards stay clueless.
The man after walking only a few steps after passing Haruka suddenly falls on his face. His guards have a panicked look on their face, their eyes flutter around the place searching for a single clue of how the tragedy took place, their legs trembling, their throats tightening with fear. The crowd starts gathering around them filling the environment with the sounds of 'oohs!' and 'aahs!'. The thin knife sticking at the back of the man's head stands proud of its accomplishment in its place. Blood oozes out of the man's head where the knife has made its way in, soaking his white hair into crimson of the pomegranate. Haruka observes the scene from a little far away, smiles her pretty smile and puts on her helmet, then putting her bike in gear, she races away.
Author's note: Here's a part of chapter 2 again because telegram won't let me post the whole thing at once. For anyone who hasn't read the other parts please do check them out too😊.
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Chapter 2 (part 1)
It's a very sunny day, the kind of day which often comes after rain cleans all the dirt from the air and the sun shines right at you. The Yoshi market in Tokyo is a busy place, people holding their umbrella under their arms are shopping for vegetables, fishes and groceries. Some are just strolling, others are moving out to find and check another thing on their shopping list.
Haruka walks freely among them, her hands in her pocket, humming 'spring day' inside her head in perfect harmony with the song playing in her ears through her headphones. Although she likes the song she has never felt any connection with it in real, just a liking for the beat.
Her narrow dark eyes are looking around for something while her face remains carefree. To anyone who would look at her, she would be described as someone trying to find a shop among all the other similar looking shops, while some others would just take her as a stroller given the certainty of her steps.
Haruka's eyes soon identify what she has been looking for and without any hesitation, she moves towards him.
A man gets off his Rolls-Royce, his guards are standing beside him, one on each side but that doesn't bother Haruka, not in the least. He looks like a misfit for the place, dressed up in fine suit, hills of his boot clicking and announcing his wealth but nobody notices him all that much. At this place no one cares who you are as long as you don't win over them in a bargaining match.
She walks up to him without actually looking in his direction as if he was a stranger to her, sharply cutting away from his guards and gets behind him in a blink, his guards stay clueless.
The man after walking only a few steps after passing Haruka suddenly falls on his face. His guards have a panicked look on their face, their eyes flutter around the place searching for a single clue of how the tragedy took place, their legs trembling, their throats tightening with fear. The crowd starts gathering around them filling the environment with the sounds of 'oohs!' and 'aahs!'. The thin knife sticking at the back of the man's head stands proud of its accomplishment in its place. Blood oozes out of the man's head where the knife has made its way in, soaking his white hair into crimson of the pomegranate. Haruka observes the scene from a little far away, smiles her pretty smile and puts on her helmet, then putting her bike in gear, she races away.
Author's note: Here's a part of chapter 2 again because telegram won't let me post the whole thing at once. For anyone who hasn't read the other parts please do check them out too😊.
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Wall of Shame
Living on either sides of a wall,
Just a layer of brick segregating the opulents and restrained.
A side blooming with redundant opportunities.
A side struggling to make their labour worth.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A stack of bricks of a mere foot,
Putting these sides light-years apart.
A side trying to be like the other.
A side trying hard to mock down the the latter.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A child learns how to treat those who serve him.
Another learns how to serve.
Living on either sides of a wall,
One looks at the other with hopes and desires.
Another refuses to even glance.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A wall built so well,
One can not hear the cries of the other.
#tk #poetry #review
Living on either sides of a wall,
Just a layer of brick segregating the opulents and restrained.
A side blooming with redundant opportunities.
A side struggling to make their labour worth.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A stack of bricks of a mere foot,
Putting these sides light-years apart.
A side trying to be like the other.
A side trying hard to mock down the the latter.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A child learns how to treat those who serve him.
Another learns how to serve.
Living on either sides of a wall,
One looks at the other with hopes and desires.
Another refuses to even glance.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A wall built so well,
One can not hear the cries of the other.
#tk #poetry #review
My imagination is an empty canvas, I paint the world on.
I sit here on my comfy bed, lights out, just the sunlight of early twilight entering through my window.
I gaze at the pale white ceiling, painting my thoughts all over it with the colours of imagination.
I struggle to decide, what picture to paint, thanks to my reckless brain.
Shall I paint it with inspiration for the world to look upon? To give them hope when they are about to give up.
Shall I paint it with principles for others to follow? That would be useless, wouldn't it? In a world full of people who carry hatred in their hearts, mere words aren't enough.
Shall I paint my heart out and tell the world how I actually feel? No, I can't think of someone who might be interested in that.
Shall I paint my canvas about you? A picture describing all the pain you carry, explaining all the scars you have on your body and on your soul.
It might be surprising for you that I know so much about you but trust me, I can understand even the smallest, the scariest of thoughts that pop up in your mind.
I remember everything you tell me and observe which you don't.
Like that worn out bracelet of yours, you never take of.
It used to be bright yellow, now it's just pale.
Why don't you throw it away? What's the story behind it?
Maybe it's a souvenir you took from a relationship you never moved on.
Maybe it reminds you of your dad. Was it your birthday when he gave you this?
It taints your beauty when you dress pretty let me buy you a new one.
It won't feel the same as this, won't remind you of the moment you cherish so much.
I still can't understand what thoughts you carry with that shabby little bracelet.
Is it to you what writing is to me?
Does it help you paint your own canvas?
The sun is up, I gotta sleep.
One more night passed and my canvas is still empty.
#tk #poetry #review
I sit here on my comfy bed, lights out, just the sunlight of early twilight entering through my window.
I gaze at the pale white ceiling, painting my thoughts all over it with the colours of imagination.
I struggle to decide, what picture to paint, thanks to my reckless brain.
Shall I paint it with inspiration for the world to look upon? To give them hope when they are about to give up.
Shall I paint it with principles for others to follow? That would be useless, wouldn't it? In a world full of people who carry hatred in their hearts, mere words aren't enough.
Shall I paint my heart out and tell the world how I actually feel? No, I can't think of someone who might be interested in that.
Shall I paint my canvas about you? A picture describing all the pain you carry, explaining all the scars you have on your body and on your soul.
It might be surprising for you that I know so much about you but trust me, I can understand even the smallest, the scariest of thoughts that pop up in your mind.
I remember everything you tell me and observe which you don't.
Like that worn out bracelet of yours, you never take of.
It used to be bright yellow, now it's just pale.
Why don't you throw it away? What's the story behind it?
Maybe it's a souvenir you took from a relationship you never moved on.
Maybe it reminds you of your dad. Was it your birthday when he gave you this?
It taints your beauty when you dress pretty let me buy you a new one.
It won't feel the same as this, won't remind you of the moment you cherish so much.
I still can't understand what thoughts you carry with that shabby little bracelet.
Is it to you what writing is to me?
Does it help you paint your own canvas?
The sun is up, I gotta sleep.
One more night passed and my canvas is still empty.
#tk #poetry #review
Sword on my hand
Fighting your war
Crossing mountains
While healing your scar
Lighting the dark
The cave you go to hide
Or just staying there
Right by your side
Forgiveness was lame
Sorry never happened
I would just forget
No doubt in my heart
Love in golfing me
I will never regret
Though that was yesterday
Life time ago - the memory of today
#review #poem #kido
Fighting your war
Crossing mountains
While healing your scar
Lighting the dark
The cave you go to hide
Or just staying there
Right by your side
Forgiveness was lame
Sorry never happened
I would just forget
No doubt in my heart
Love in golfing me
I will never regret
Though that was yesterday
Life time ago - the memory of today
#review #poem #kido
A Tooth and a Half.A Tooth and a Half.
I remember being warned
When my first wisdom tooth grew
that life would be hard,
until all teeth fell off.
Now, I fight with all my strength,
Bite with every tooth I have
So that I can nail my dreams
On this wall of reality
Built by blocks of moments, hours and years.
Then they will be a real story,
so that even if I lose all teeth
I will have no doubt
that they bit all they could.
And all that will be left,
Will be a fallen wisdom tooth
And a half nail sticking out
Of the wall of time.
#Review #rocky #poem
I remember being warned
When my first wisdom tooth grew
that life would be hard,
until all teeth fell off.
Now, I fight with all my strength,
Bite with every tooth I have
So that I can nail my dreams
On this wall of reality
Built by blocks of moments, hours and years.
Then they will be a real story,
so that even if I lose all teeth
I will have no doubt
that they bit all they could.
And all that will be left,
Will be a fallen wisdom tooth
And a half nail sticking out
Of the wall of time.
#Review #rocky #poem
#wch #wca
The secret? That's what was going through my mind as I unboxed the cube.
36 cycles earlier
We were in deep space, almost at the edge of the universe. If there is even a concept like that. Our transmissions even with superluminal speed would take around a year atleast to reach back to Earth where the signal will then be received by three broad array satellites located in Houston, Sriharikota, and Sendai. We've been traversing the current star system for literally 31 Earth years.
The star system is unlike anything we could've imagined. Two ultra-massive neutron stars orbit an ultra-massive blackhole in a violent dance spanning light years. The stars were violently yanking along their orbiting planets in this death dance. To remain in a stable orbit, our calculations had to be precise to the umpteenth level of accuracy lest we get slingshot across the universe or worse begin our descent of doom into the unforgiving void of the blackhole's singularity lying just beyond its event horizon.
We were maintaining a stable orbit roughly around 4x the diameter of our solar system yet the beautiful carnage was amply visible to our sensors and even to the naked eye. It was then that we noticed the brightest flare ever detected by a human eye.
The flare originated from the depths of the blackhole's singularity and immediately the ship's proximity sensors blared to life. Something was heading towards us and fast. But what? We couldn't see nor make out characteristics. We tucked ourselves in and braced for impact.
After what seemed like eternity the sirens stopped. We made our way slowly towards the starboard and ran diagnostics and systems check. Everything seemed to be working fine. It was then that, Izaki, our signals expert picked up a strange low frequency hum coming less than 0.021 light years from our ship. We all unanimously agreed that it deserves to be checked out and quickly the volunteers were finalised. It was me, as the captain of the ship, and Kelly, our navigator. We hopped on to the torpedo and made our way towards the signal with Izaki running comms and guiding us.
As we approached the source, Kelly violently swerved to the side.
"What happened?", I asked. She pointed outwards and saw a mirror image of our torpedo in a holding pattern and all that was behind us. This thing was warping space and time somehow. The sensors picked up something solid and I took the decision to retrieve it and bring it back to the ship. My biggest mistake and certainly my last.
As we put the cube in the centre of the examination table we noticed that it was black. Blacker than anything humanity had ever encountered. The cube all of a sudden began to make a strange sound and ripples started to appear on its surface.
In front of our eyes, we saw bright lights and glimpses of the cosmos from various periods as our consciousness was being taken on a roller coaster ride to the edge and beyond.
If anyone receives this transmission just know the secret is - HP Lovecraft was right. There are things and beings beyond the edge and they're not our friends. It's too late for me and my crew but hopefully this message reaches humanity on time.
Transmission end.
#review #writer
The secret? That's what was going through my mind as I unboxed the cube.
36 cycles earlier
We were in deep space, almost at the edge of the universe. If there is even a concept like that. Our transmissions even with superluminal speed would take around a year atleast to reach back to Earth where the signal will then be received by three broad array satellites located in Houston, Sriharikota, and Sendai. We've been traversing the current star system for literally 31 Earth years.
The star system is unlike anything we could've imagined. Two ultra-massive neutron stars orbit an ultra-massive blackhole in a violent dance spanning light years. The stars were violently yanking along their orbiting planets in this death dance. To remain in a stable orbit, our calculations had to be precise to the umpteenth level of accuracy lest we get slingshot across the universe or worse begin our descent of doom into the unforgiving void of the blackhole's singularity lying just beyond its event horizon.
We were maintaining a stable orbit roughly around 4x the diameter of our solar system yet the beautiful carnage was amply visible to our sensors and even to the naked eye. It was then that we noticed the brightest flare ever detected by a human eye.
The flare originated from the depths of the blackhole's singularity and immediately the ship's proximity sensors blared to life. Something was heading towards us and fast. But what? We couldn't see nor make out characteristics. We tucked ourselves in and braced for impact.
After what seemed like eternity the sirens stopped. We made our way slowly towards the starboard and ran diagnostics and systems check. Everything seemed to be working fine. It was then that, Izaki, our signals expert picked up a strange low frequency hum coming less than 0.021 light years from our ship. We all unanimously agreed that it deserves to be checked out and quickly the volunteers were finalised. It was me, as the captain of the ship, and Kelly, our navigator. We hopped on to the torpedo and made our way towards the signal with Izaki running comms and guiding us.
As we approached the source, Kelly violently swerved to the side.
"What happened?", I asked. She pointed outwards and saw a mirror image of our torpedo in a holding pattern and all that was behind us. This thing was warping space and time somehow. The sensors picked up something solid and I took the decision to retrieve it and bring it back to the ship. My biggest mistake and certainly my last.
As we put the cube in the centre of the examination table we noticed that it was black. Blacker than anything humanity had ever encountered. The cube all of a sudden began to make a strange sound and ripples started to appear on its surface.
In front of our eyes, we saw bright lights and glimpses of the cosmos from various periods as our consciousness was being taken on a roller coaster ride to the edge and beyond.
If anyone receives this transmission just know the secret is - HP Lovecraft was right. There are things and beings beyond the edge and they're not our friends. It's too late for me and my crew but hopefully this message reaches humanity on time.
Transmission end.
#review #writer
Content warning: the words and ideology in the poem below might affect someone mentally.
Blood is colours red
And my hands are too
You wonder why...
Well I killed myself for you.
Everyday with expectations
When I looked towards you
You disappointed me every time
And pierced your knife through.
Night sky is black
And so my soul too
With dripping nails and veins
I lie lifeless for you.
Happiness is so colourful
It’s surrounded by hues
But everyday darkness whispers to me
That ‘I reside in you’.
Moon is said to be white
Well my suicide note is too
Which is full of lies
But what else in the world is true?
Appreciate the moon a lot
It’s welcoming all the time
Even if it holds every
Tear fell off my eyes.
What I leave for world behind
Is a colourful smile
But what I feel you deserve
Is all the darkness of mine.
#poetry #suggest_title #review
Blood is colours red
And my hands are too
You wonder why...
Well I killed myself for you.
Everyday with expectations
When I looked towards you
You disappointed me every time
And pierced your knife through.
Night sky is black
And so my soul too
With dripping nails and veins
I lie lifeless for you.
Happiness is so colourful
It’s surrounded by hues
But everyday darkness whispers to me
That ‘I reside in you’.
Moon is said to be white
Well my suicide note is too
Which is full of lies
But what else in the world is true?
Appreciate the moon a lot
It’s welcoming all the time
Even if it holds every
Tear fell off my eyes.
What I leave for world behind
Is a colourful smile
But what I feel you deserve
Is all the darkness of mine.
#poetry #suggest_title #review
Look At Things Differently
Most of the days nothing around you changes. It's the same SUN, the same MOON. The roads doesn't change their paths, neither do birds sings in different tone. But if you look closely all these monotonous elements of your life can look entirely different because of your changed perspective. It takes a while less effort to turn your usual days to exciting ones by looking at Things as blessings and giving them your attention like never before. Ask yourself what if all these would just disappear from your life and you find them all really special!
#micro_insstory #review #jam
Most of the days nothing around you changes. It's the same SUN, the same MOON. The roads doesn't change their paths, neither do birds sings in different tone. But if you look closely all these monotonous elements of your life can look entirely different because of your changed perspective. It takes a while less effort to turn your usual days to exciting ones by looking at Things as blessings and giving them your attention like never before. Ask yourself what if all these would just disappear from your life and you find them all really special!
#micro_insstory #review #jam
THE HUNGRY DAME
She comes at the street, takes a heavy rest; beside the
Newborn grass rounded-leaves with soft stick,gaggly circle;
Stones there and in mind of the Dame. Someone calling the
Lady's kins near the house of her; heavy rest,all see her;
Looking panic-rage mouth, elbows on her knees; married
Twice,eloped; Adeline claims WHY? she here -
Everyone sees her by frightening-muddle eyes, she opens her jib:
She came to office for importance, but mouth
In too hungry, for relatives and foods.So disappears
From her husband's house and office, direct way to
Her father's house. Belongs to roadside not dare
To admit her misdeed to the House.For:
She'd already deeds two fallacy to her family.
Her eyes deep into and make it black both in up
And down;like a place where forward and
Backward with death. Possibly once a day
BLACK ups and downs fatch her eyes to close.
She's hungry for her husband's house, suffer
Hern't eat by a seven-days. She just comes here
To fill her tummy with full of food and water.
Just want to fill! but fail both in the houses.
The Hungry Dame just wants to fill with
Food and water and to live, heavenly bliss.
#poem #review #jam
She comes at the street, takes a heavy rest; beside the
Newborn grass rounded-leaves with soft stick,gaggly circle;
Stones there and in mind of the Dame. Someone calling the
Lady's kins near the house of her; heavy rest,all see her;
Looking panic-rage mouth, elbows on her knees; married
Twice,eloped; Adeline claims WHY? she here -
Everyone sees her by frightening-muddle eyes, she opens her jib:
She came to office for importance, but mouth
In too hungry, for relatives and foods.So disappears
From her husband's house and office, direct way to
Her father's house. Belongs to roadside not dare
To admit her misdeed to the House.For:
She'd already deeds two fallacy to her family.
Her eyes deep into and make it black both in up
And down;like a place where forward and
Backward with death. Possibly once a day
BLACK ups and downs fatch her eyes to close.
She's hungry for her husband's house, suffer
Hern't eat by a seven-days. She just comes here
To fill her tummy with full of food and water.
Just want to fill! but fail both in the houses.
The Hungry Dame just wants to fill with
Food and water and to live, heavenly bliss.
#poem #review #jam
Through my eyes
I see the world, full with dark and sorrow
I see as if I have no tomorrow
Its hard to sense, feel and hear
Its hard to sense the fear in here
The fight within is the fight eternal
Till the heart beats, till my funeral
Its my fault and I do have a reason
The reason goes with me as do my treason
I forget the time and have a lapse
I see through my eyes my apocalypse
#poetry #review
I see the world, full with dark and sorrow
I see as if I have no tomorrow
Its hard to sense, feel and hear
Its hard to sense the fear in here
The fight within is the fight eternal
Till the heart beats, till my funeral
Its my fault and I do have a reason
The reason goes with me as do my treason
I forget the time and have a lapse
I see through my eyes my apocalypse
#poetry #review
Its just an illusion
You live You fly
You scream you cry
You are inside a cocoon
Waiting to be a butterfly
But deep inside you know the truth
The truth of life as the truth of death
Death is what we see as a dream
The dream that comes one day to be true
The cocoon burst
The butterfly flies
Its just an illusion
Just live your life
#poetry #review
You live You fly
You scream you cry
You are inside a cocoon
Waiting to be a butterfly
But deep inside you know the truth
The truth of life as the truth of death
Death is what we see as a dream
The dream that comes one day to be true
The cocoon burst
The butterfly flies
Its just an illusion
Just live your life
#poetry #review
"Oh God this is weird" those words remind me of you more than the typical words like "i love you" would. Random words ha? random words i rambled that day because i was nervous.. So terrified that your answer to my questions would shatter what was left of my heart. It is funny how those random words became a memory..that tells two different stories, two different feelings( opposite feelings).
A broken heart and the most loved one.
Betrayed and most cherished,
Most friendly guy and a terrible lover,
Brutally honest and a lying man.
words that have become a constant memory, fixture to our story because you teased me some. As random as they are i smile every time i hear them, or think about them. The most random words said on a sad day that inflict more of a happy memory.
#review #unsentletter #randomstory #kido
A broken heart and the most loved one.
Betrayed and most cherished,
Most friendly guy and a terrible lover,
Brutally honest and a lying man.
words that have become a constant memory, fixture to our story because you teased me some. As random as they are i smile every time i hear them, or think about them. The most random words said on a sad day that inflict more of a happy memory.
#review #unsentletter #randomstory #kido
People can't live alone
They can't live in voids
Unshared moments that buried in heart
You should not ignore them, and should never avoid
#vivektavinita #random #review #poem
They can't live in voids
Unshared moments that buried in heart
You should not ignore them, and should never avoid
#vivektavinita #random #review #poem
The Final Ascent.
It had been a long journey getting to the Red mountain. The seer had been right, it was a sight to behold. Gorky the dwarf remembered his mysterious instructions,
"You will know when you get there. Trust your heart and it will lead you there."
The three travellers, a dwarf, a human and an elf, stood on the curved bridge and watched. Streams flowed down the grassy mountain sides, making small water falls as they negotiated the small waterfalls and gracefully emptied into the crystal clear river. Mist wafted from the river and the steep mountain sides. Above it was a massive fog with the mountain straggled behind it.
Molgo the human warrior, now understood how it earned the name Red mountain. Plenty od red flowers dotted the riversides, trees had red fruits and red mysterious birds flew above the river.
They could stand here all morning, but looking at their reflections in the water, they had to go ahead and climb the red mountain. Deep down in their hearts, they knew the fate of their world was dependent on their ascent of this towering giant of a mountain.
Dorky held up his waking stick and gestured towards the mountain. He could sense the intensity of the climb that awaited them.
" Yiana, this is it." He said " The Red mountain"
Yiana the elf, usually distant and nonsensical, nodded her head in agreement. She could sense the danger ahead of her but instead of fear, all she felt was peace. This journey had never been her wish and she could never have been here were it not for the love she had for Molgo. He didn't know this since love of such nature was forbidden.
"We have to find a way to climb this mountain" Molgo said with a tone of authority in his voice. He was anxious of what lay ahead of them, but he knew that if he showed it, the other two would start giving in to fear. For this dangerous mission, he needed them to be fearless.
"Enough has been said, let's get on with it already."
Yiana said with a hue of command in her voice.
"I am starting to get bored."
This was it, they had to go and find the enemy. The three crosses the bridge and followed thr path. Doubt could nag them all day but they knew they had been chosen for a reason. They were destined for this and they had to go on with it.
#wca #wcss #review
It had been a long journey getting to the Red mountain. The seer had been right, it was a sight to behold. Gorky the dwarf remembered his mysterious instructions,
"You will know when you get there. Trust your heart and it will lead you there."
The three travellers, a dwarf, a human and an elf, stood on the curved bridge and watched. Streams flowed down the grassy mountain sides, making small water falls as they negotiated the small waterfalls and gracefully emptied into the crystal clear river. Mist wafted from the river and the steep mountain sides. Above it was a massive fog with the mountain straggled behind it.
Molgo the human warrior, now understood how it earned the name Red mountain. Plenty od red flowers dotted the riversides, trees had red fruits and red mysterious birds flew above the river.
They could stand here all morning, but looking at their reflections in the water, they had to go ahead and climb the red mountain. Deep down in their hearts, they knew the fate of their world was dependent on their ascent of this towering giant of a mountain.
Dorky held up his waking stick and gestured towards the mountain. He could sense the intensity of the climb that awaited them.
" Yiana, this is it." He said " The Red mountain"
Yiana the elf, usually distant and nonsensical, nodded her head in agreement. She could sense the danger ahead of her but instead of fear, all she felt was peace. This journey had never been her wish and she could never have been here were it not for the love she had for Molgo. He didn't know this since love of such nature was forbidden.
"We have to find a way to climb this mountain" Molgo said with a tone of authority in his voice. He was anxious of what lay ahead of them, but he knew that if he showed it, the other two would start giving in to fear. For this dangerous mission, he needed them to be fearless.
"Enough has been said, let's get on with it already."
Yiana said with a hue of command in her voice.
"I am starting to get bored."
This was it, they had to go and find the enemy. The three crosses the bridge and followed thr path. Doubt could nag them all day but they knew they had been chosen for a reason. They were destined for this and they had to go on with it.
#wca #wcss #review
Anokhi The water, the wing and the fiery red. Perfect. As perfect as the bright warm sun at the foothill. Anokhi, her grandmother and his cousin, Alok enjoyed the serene and solitude of the evening. Standing on the wooden protruded bridge, they witnessed the return of the birds, flow of the river and bloom of the spring. It used to be fascinating but no more. Perfection was a crime and so, more than enjoying the sparkling clear water flowing along the edges of mountain, Anokhi wanted to trudge away down the rocky paths buried beneath green mosses and unwanted twigs. Recently, she had wondered about the big dark standing monster more than she had about the responsibilities she had to carry on as the next tribal leader. It was important for the flowers to bloom red or the red feathery creatures to go home at the same time following the same route. It was a hoax because anybody could observe that. Then, why, Anokhi? Especially with those weapons, Alok held close to himself. It wasn’t the simple weather check and she needed to know that smoky solid veiled monster's mysteries and mischiefs. And today was the day. Any instant now, her grandmother would be returning when she would ask for some alone time there. She was ready. Every other thing needed for this adventure could be found somewhere hidden underneath her clothes.
“Anokhi, come child. It’s time for conducting evening prayer,” her grandmother said as she turned to return.
It was the time.
“Umm…grandma, I want to spend some …”
“Listen! Young lady,” Her grandmother cut her in between. “No one visits this place without a company and of course, you’re no exception.”
“But…”
“We’re expected at the temple and you don’t have the luxury to be late,” her grandmother continued.
She looked at Alok who shrugged and indicated her to follow the grandmother who had already set on her path. Deep inside, Anokhi knew he was right. There was no meaning of this dual. She would lose in the end.
ANOKHI!
Anokhi flinched. She had been listening to this roar from last five years. The strange part was that only she heard it. While striding forward behind another stubborn lady, she was determined no more evening visits. Today, she would meet those dark creatures in night. Either way, she had heard darkness was their best friend. #wca #wcss #ray #review
“Anokhi, come child. It’s time for conducting evening prayer,” her grandmother said as she turned to return.
It was the time.
“Umm…grandma, I want to spend some …”
“Listen! Young lady,” Her grandmother cut her in between. “No one visits this place without a company and of course, you’re no exception.”
“But…”
“We’re expected at the temple and you don’t have the luxury to be late,” her grandmother continued.
She looked at Alok who shrugged and indicated her to follow the grandmother who had already set on her path. Deep inside, Anokhi knew he was right. There was no meaning of this dual. She would lose in the end.
ANOKHI!
Anokhi flinched. She had been listening to this roar from last five years. The strange part was that only she heard it. While striding forward behind another stubborn lady, she was determined no more evening visits. Today, she would meet those dark creatures in night. Either way, she had heard darkness was their best friend. #wca #wcss #ray #review
Wise Master
"Whoa! Looks like we are finally here!" Robert said.
"On the lap of the nature and very peaceful." Ellie added.
Master replied, "Yes this is the place where my masters and their masters used to come and practice. And believe me this place has every answer you aquire for."
"That sounds cool. But master, my question, which I think can be answered by you and we don't necessarily need to be here." Robert asked.
Master smiled, "Well. I think I will answer your question first and then I will tell you why we are here."
"If this place is supposed to be for masters then why did you bring us here? We are not masters, not even close to be like you."
"Yes master, I agree with him." Ellie added.
"Haha dear. I can see what you're trying to say. Who said this place is only for monks and masters?"
"I think you just said so."
"No dear. I said my masters used to come here, I didn't mention that only they can come here."
Both are now point blank at him.
"See, the biggest mistake you can ever make in your life is by doubting yourself. Never consider yourself not capable of doing anything. This stops you from doing all the great things you don't know you can do."
Both looked at each other and nodded.
Master continued, "And now as you can see, you need to question things and why you how you get the answers, my child."
#wca #wcss #review
"Whoa! Looks like we are finally here!" Robert said.
"On the lap of the nature and very peaceful." Ellie added.
Master replied, "Yes this is the place where my masters and their masters used to come and practice. And believe me this place has every answer you aquire for."
"That sounds cool. But master, my question, which I think can be answered by you and we don't necessarily need to be here." Robert asked.
Master smiled, "Well. I think I will answer your question first and then I will tell you why we are here."
"If this place is supposed to be for masters then why did you bring us here? We are not masters, not even close to be like you."
"Yes master, I agree with him." Ellie added.
"Haha dear. I can see what you're trying to say. Who said this place is only for monks and masters?"
"I think you just said so."
"No dear. I said my masters used to come here, I didn't mention that only they can come here."
Both are now point blank at him.
"See, the biggest mistake you can ever make in your life is by doubting yourself. Never consider yourself not capable of doing anything. This stops you from doing all the great things you don't know you can do."
Both looked at each other and nodded.
Master continued, "And now as you can see, you need to question things and why you how you get the answers, my child."
#wca #wcss #review
#review #at
Laughter
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More musical than a newborn's laugh,
The playful merry giggle, as though,
Singing a song on an angel's behalf
Tell me you've heard a sound
More anxious than the laugh a of freshman,
The tense, restrained, brittle chortle
As he bumps into people now and again.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More dulcet than a bride's laugh,
The rosy, shy, gleeful chuckle,
As she acknowledges her better half.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More empty than the laugh of broken hearts,
The mirthless, hollow, heavy breaths,
When from it's lover it departs.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More proud than the laugh of a victor,
The unrestrained, triumphant bellow,
As the vanity grows thicker.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More excrutiating than a mourner's laugh,
The distant, ironical, accusing howl,
As he writes a loved one's epitaph.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More frightening than a king's laughter,
The hysterical, maniacal, frenzied roar
As a thousand armies trail after.
Tell me you've heard a sound,
More outcast than the laughter of the fallen,
The melancholic, slight, satisfactory smile
That adorns the face in the coffin.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys this is the first time I'm writing a poem of this sort... I may give it for a contest too... So I really need honest suggestions:)
Laughter
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More musical than a newborn's laugh,
The playful merry giggle, as though,
Singing a song on an angel's behalf
Tell me you've heard a sound
More anxious than the laugh a of freshman,
The tense, restrained, brittle chortle
As he bumps into people now and again.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More dulcet than a bride's laugh,
The rosy, shy, gleeful chuckle,
As she acknowledges her better half.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More empty than the laugh of broken hearts,
The mirthless, hollow, heavy breaths,
When from it's lover it departs.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More proud than the laugh of a victor,
The unrestrained, triumphant bellow,
As the vanity grows thicker.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More excrutiating than a mourner's laugh,
The distant, ironical, accusing howl,
As he writes a loved one's epitaph.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More frightening than a king's laughter,
The hysterical, maniacal, frenzied roar
As a thousand armies trail after.
Tell me you've heard a sound,
More outcast than the laughter of the fallen,
The melancholic, slight, satisfactory smile
That adorns the face in the coffin.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys this is the first time I'm writing a poem of this sort... I may give it for a contest too... So I really need honest suggestions:)
Two trees
Two trees were in the park
One of them was me
Me and my brother both big and bold
We were each other family
Each day was beautiful
With flowers blooming and birds chirping
Until one day some people came
And took my family
My brother screamed as they cut through
I watched in horror nothing to do
I was alone I was abandoned
I felt the pain
The spring went
Then came rain
#poetry #review
Two trees were in the park
One of them was me
Me and my brother both big and bold
We were each other family
Each day was beautiful
With flowers blooming and birds chirping
Until one day some people came
And took my family
My brother screamed as they cut through
I watched in horror nothing to do
I was alone I was abandoned
I felt the pain
The spring went
Then came rain
#poetry #review