My fake friends...
.
Don't give me your love & light
Your fake good vibes
Your smile so bright
. Don't give me your shining sun
Your prayers for peace
...Give to me..
Your blood and bones
Your heavy soul
.. Give to me..
your full submission
Your freedom rights
.. Give to me..
your tears to sip
Your body bound
Your ownership...
Then R.I.P
HATTER
#review #poem
.
Don't give me your love & light
Your fake good vibes
Your smile so bright
. Don't give me your shining sun
Your prayers for peace
...Give to me..
Your blood and bones
Your heavy soul
.. Give to me..
your full submission
Your freedom rights
.. Give to me..
your tears to sip
Your body bound
Your ownership...
Then R.I.P
HATTER
#review #poem
DEAR TOXIC EX-LOVER
We started off as a picturesque couple,
Perfectly content in our own protected bubble,
We thought we fit together like a puzzle,
Nights would feel incomplete without a kiss and cuddle.
My days were spent showing you the way,
My heart ached seeing you waste away all day,
Hoping you'd find success every night I'd pray,
Constantly pulling you back each time you'd go astray.
I didn't even notice how toxic it had become,
How my mood would fall each time you became numb,
How you'd perpetually stick to me like gum,
How your dependence on me had slowly begun.
I didn't even see how you were pulling me down,
How my face now had a continuous frown,
How your clinginess was making me drown,
How I'd lost my beloved freedom's crown.
Reality soon struck me with a sour taste,
That I lost abit of myself each time we embraced,
That every prayer I'd uttered was a total waste,
These facts pummeled at me leaving me displaced.
You were like a leech sucking me dry,
I tried to tend to your every cry,
To all your requests I'd gladly comply,
Blind to how I was letting my own ambitions die.
Now that you're gone I can finally breathe,
I understand why our time was meant to be brief,
What we had was love I truly believe,
But that love was never enough for the happiness I want to achieve.
You treated me like a cigarette watching me burn,
Rising back up like a phoenix was something you couldn't discern,
Some nights when I'm high thoughts of you would fill me with concern,
But one thing I know for sure is that to you I'd never return.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
We started off as a picturesque couple,
Perfectly content in our own protected bubble,
We thought we fit together like a puzzle,
Nights would feel incomplete without a kiss and cuddle.
My days were spent showing you the way,
My heart ached seeing you waste away all day,
Hoping you'd find success every night I'd pray,
Constantly pulling you back each time you'd go astray.
I didn't even notice how toxic it had become,
How my mood would fall each time you became numb,
How you'd perpetually stick to me like gum,
How your dependence on me had slowly begun.
I didn't even see how you were pulling me down,
How my face now had a continuous frown,
How your clinginess was making me drown,
How I'd lost my beloved freedom's crown.
Reality soon struck me with a sour taste,
That I lost abit of myself each time we embraced,
That every prayer I'd uttered was a total waste,
These facts pummeled at me leaving me displaced.
You were like a leech sucking me dry,
I tried to tend to your every cry,
To all your requests I'd gladly comply,
Blind to how I was letting my own ambitions die.
Now that you're gone I can finally breathe,
I understand why our time was meant to be brief,
What we had was love I truly believe,
But that love was never enough for the happiness I want to achieve.
You treated me like a cigarette watching me burn,
Rising back up like a phoenix was something you couldn't discern,
Some nights when I'm high thoughts of you would fill me with concern,
But one thing I know for sure is that to you I'd never return.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
Dear Appa,
I hope you are doing okay. Me and Brownie are taking good care of mom here. I have even started taking cooking classes every Sunday from Malhotra aunty. She teaches such finger licking dishes that mom loves to eat from my hands. Brownie has developed an appetite for my biscuits. I am expecting you to make him understand that's it's a NO NO for him and a YES YES for me. Last week on our PTM, my class teacher had no complaint about me to mom. Except that I broke a teeth of my benchmate. I got full A+ in Maths and English. I'll leave Computer upto you when you return, C+ Appa, we miss you. We know you're on your job over the hills, across the vallyes as mom says, but I wish I could travel across those valleys and over the hills and right into your arms. So this time, when you return, I'll cook my special chicken flatbread for you so that you get a good excuse to never go back again.
Appa, tum sun rahe ho na?
Love,
Avni.
Somewhere at the border with plausible danger hovering above heads,
A father smiles.
#review
I hope you are doing okay. Me and Brownie are taking good care of mom here. I have even started taking cooking classes every Sunday from Malhotra aunty. She teaches such finger licking dishes that mom loves to eat from my hands. Brownie has developed an appetite for my biscuits. I am expecting you to make him understand that's it's a NO NO for him and a YES YES for me. Last week on our PTM, my class teacher had no complaint about me to mom. Except that I broke a teeth of my benchmate. I got full A+ in Maths and English. I'll leave Computer upto you when you return, C+ Appa, we miss you. We know you're on your job over the hills, across the vallyes as mom says, but I wish I could travel across those valleys and over the hills and right into your arms. So this time, when you return, I'll cook my special chicken flatbread for you so that you get a good excuse to never go back again.
Appa, tum sun rahe ho na?
Love,
Avni.
Somewhere at the border with plausible danger hovering above heads,
A father smiles.
#review
DEAR PAST SELF
You were once so naive to believe in true love,
To think that one had their mate chosen by heaven above,
But after having fallen for another and tossed away like a glove,
You vowed never to show affection to anyone else thereof.
In the past you used to trust people with ease,
Assuming that none would intentionally displease,
But after being let down and used to great degrees,
You've finally realized that most of humanity is a disease.
You previously thought you wanted the perfect life,
One filled with happiness and without any strife,
But now you feel comfort in the presence of your knife,
Carving yourself into bliss just to feel alive.
Earlier you used to desire numerous friends,
People on whom you could fully depend,
But now you've seen how everyone plays pretend,
You've built walls around yourself in order to defend.
Before you used to laugh and play in the dirt,
Physical injuries being the only things that could hurt,
But now your demons perpetually disconcert,
Away from all the insecurities your mind you try to divert.
Dear past self you used to smile without any hesitation,
Filled with so much hope and inspiration,
Then you had a taste of real life's sensation,
It left you preferring isolation over conversation.
~JAV
#review #poem #JAV
You were once so naive to believe in true love,
To think that one had their mate chosen by heaven above,
But after having fallen for another and tossed away like a glove,
You vowed never to show affection to anyone else thereof.
In the past you used to trust people with ease,
Assuming that none would intentionally displease,
But after being let down and used to great degrees,
You've finally realized that most of humanity is a disease.
You previously thought you wanted the perfect life,
One filled with happiness and without any strife,
But now you feel comfort in the presence of your knife,
Carving yourself into bliss just to feel alive.
Earlier you used to desire numerous friends,
People on whom you could fully depend,
But now you've seen how everyone plays pretend,
You've built walls around yourself in order to defend.
Before you used to laugh and play in the dirt,
Physical injuries being the only things that could hurt,
But now your demons perpetually disconcert,
Away from all the insecurities your mind you try to divert.
Dear past self you used to smile without any hesitation,
Filled with so much hope and inspiration,
Then you had a taste of real life's sensation,
It left you preferring isolation over conversation.
~JAV
#review #poem #JAV
#review
#anonWrites
#shortStory
I am wandering the streets, window shopping, and tasting some candies at the candy stores. While I was passing the corner, a man in a hoody jacket with the hoody down handed me a set of keys and whispered," it is parked over there." It turned out to be a vehicle loaded with stolen cash in the trunk.
It was a regular sunny afternoon. I was wandering in my neighborhood passing by a few shops. I was window shopping some antique shops which always intrigued me. I stopped at one candy shop and tried a few candies.
As I was passing by a corner, a man in a hoody jacket with the hoody covering half his face passed by me. He handed me a set of keys and whispered, "it is parked over there". I was able to pinpoint the exact vehicle from our vantage point. The man quickly walked away.
Curiosty was killing the cat and I felt like a cat. I strolled over to the car and opened the trunk. I was lightning struck when I saw the trunk was filled with cash which was obviously stolen.
I decided to be an honest civilian and rang the police. A few moments later, a police car swung by. The police officer along with his service dog came over to the car.
"It was really honest of you to hand over the cash", said thd policeman. I nodded silently. The policeman continued to explain the scenario," Yesterday night there was a robbery in the local bank. The thieves took off with a couple of millions of dollars. The local sheriff was chasing the culprits and with your help we are able to retrieve the cash. Can I know how did you get the keys, if I may ask?". I replied," A man in a jacket handed me the keys and told me the car is parked over there. He must have confused me with someone else". "Alright, we will take it over from here," replied the policeman.
The next morning, my name was all over the news. I was invited by the local mayor for an award. I was given the shield of honesty by the mayor.
#anonWrites
#shortStory
I am wandering the streets, window shopping, and tasting some candies at the candy stores. While I was passing the corner, a man in a hoody jacket with the hoody down handed me a set of keys and whispered," it is parked over there." It turned out to be a vehicle loaded with stolen cash in the trunk.
It was a regular sunny afternoon. I was wandering in my neighborhood passing by a few shops. I was window shopping some antique shops which always intrigued me. I stopped at one candy shop and tried a few candies.
As I was passing by a corner, a man in a hoody jacket with the hoody covering half his face passed by me. He handed me a set of keys and whispered, "it is parked over there". I was able to pinpoint the exact vehicle from our vantage point. The man quickly walked away.
Curiosty was killing the cat and I felt like a cat. I strolled over to the car and opened the trunk. I was lightning struck when I saw the trunk was filled with cash which was obviously stolen.
I decided to be an honest civilian and rang the police. A few moments later, a police car swung by. The police officer along with his service dog came over to the car.
"It was really honest of you to hand over the cash", said thd policeman. I nodded silently. The policeman continued to explain the scenario," Yesterday night there was a robbery in the local bank. The thieves took off with a couple of millions of dollars. The local sheriff was chasing the culprits and with your help we are able to retrieve the cash. Can I know how did you get the keys, if I may ask?". I replied," A man in a jacket handed me the keys and told me the car is parked over there. He must have confused me with someone else". "Alright, we will take it over from here," replied the policeman.
The next morning, my name was all over the news. I was invited by the local mayor for an award. I was given the shield of honesty by the mayor.
⁉️BUT WHY ⁉️
Because U Think We Hate You
Negative thoughts have been the ideology of your lives;
Pure darkness had been the very stuff of your hearts.
Over years, Vengeance had been your breakfasts;
Prepared to slaughter heads as how you scrub your teeth
BUT WHY…
You bath in the pool of annoyance and vandalism;
Wipe your body with cloth of insanity;
Breaking all peace into pieces
BUT WHY…
Why don’t you pay heed to reforms;
Why don’t you give tranquillity to those in hullabaloo
Why don’t you be the good persons you are not finding around you
BUT WHY…
You carry your kitchen around by inserting your knife in your pocket; You transfer the amour room to the bathhouse upon walking with your pistol even when taking your bath
Because U Think We Hate You
Retaliations; have become a handshake among nations;
A mirror between brothers…
A gift of the world… But Why!!!
- BENJAMIN ODURO
#review #poem #io
Because U Think We Hate You
Negative thoughts have been the ideology of your lives;
Pure darkness had been the very stuff of your hearts.
Over years, Vengeance had been your breakfasts;
Prepared to slaughter heads as how you scrub your teeth
BUT WHY…
You bath in the pool of annoyance and vandalism;
Wipe your body with cloth of insanity;
Breaking all peace into pieces
BUT WHY…
Why don’t you pay heed to reforms;
Why don’t you give tranquillity to those in hullabaloo
Why don’t you be the good persons you are not finding around you
BUT WHY…
You carry your kitchen around by inserting your knife in your pocket; You transfer the amour room to the bathhouse upon walking with your pistol even when taking your bath
Because U Think We Hate You
Retaliations; have become a handshake among nations;
A mirror between brothers…
A gift of the world… But Why!!!
- BENJAMIN ODURO
#review #poem #io
Where is His Intelligence?
why head there?
where he knows
will weaken his bones
and loose his skin
why not turn back
or stay here
at least his looks and
strength will be with him
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
why head there?
where he knows
will weaken his bones
and loose his skin
why not turn back
or stay here
at least his looks and
strength will be with him
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 4
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
#tm #review #story
Part 4
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
#tm #review #story
Dark
#shortstory
The place was a dark, dense and the air made eerie sounds so did the palm tress.Mr Sharma had his work done and he headed towards his home.He was an obdurate man so he chose what most people don't, walking through the forests to avoid the hustel of traffic.
He was walking through the forest which had bushes, flying bats and thousands and thousands of insects make indistinctive sounds.The atmosphere was silent yet painted with the horror of wilds.
While walking he saw something stange, he saw a boy who was nearly 10 sitting on a rock,his head hung down sobbing trembling with fear . Mr sharma was humble enough tp ask the reason ,"What happened my child you shouldn't be out here at this hour". The Boy did not respond he asked again -
" is everything ok?"
By the time he lifted his head , the torch mr sharma carried had begun to flicker and so did his heart beat
The boy head hardly was a head, it had no features,no eyes,no nose,no lips ,no ears not even hairs it was smooth round ball . Mr sharma's torch had ran out of battery by then and so did his body .
Mr sharma began to tremble and ran as swift as he could his body was sweating and breathing hard .He bumped into a watchman gasping for breathe ,
"I saw something .."
"What " the watchman asked who held a lamp in his hand
"Something horibble ,...a boy ...a boy he had no face .
"No face ?"
" It was a monster "
"Oh my friend no one has a face here Are you mad? " saying the watchman lifted his lamp to his head .
He had no features no eyes not even eyebrows and then a swift blow of wind blew out the lamp.
#review
#shortstory
The place was a dark, dense and the air made eerie sounds so did the palm tress.Mr Sharma had his work done and he headed towards his home.He was an obdurate man so he chose what most people don't, walking through the forests to avoid the hustel of traffic.
He was walking through the forest which had bushes, flying bats and thousands and thousands of insects make indistinctive sounds.The atmosphere was silent yet painted with the horror of wilds.
While walking he saw something stange, he saw a boy who was nearly 10 sitting on a rock,his head hung down sobbing trembling with fear . Mr sharma was humble enough tp ask the reason ,"What happened my child you shouldn't be out here at this hour". The Boy did not respond he asked again -
" is everything ok?"
By the time he lifted his head , the torch mr sharma carried had begun to flicker and so did his heart beat
The boy head hardly was a head, it had no features,no eyes,no nose,no lips ,no ears not even hairs it was smooth round ball . Mr sharma's torch had ran out of battery by then and so did his body .
Mr sharma began to tremble and ran as swift as he could his body was sweating and breathing hard .He bumped into a watchman gasping for breathe ,
"I saw something .."
"What " the watchman asked who held a lamp in his hand
"Something horibble ,...a boy ...a boy he had no face .
"No face ?"
" It was a monster "
"Oh my friend no one has a face here Are you mad? " saying the watchman lifted his lamp to his head .
He had no features no eyes not even eyebrows and then a swift blow of wind blew out the lamp.
#review
BLOOD CANCER
Dreading each day thinking it'll be your last,
On a once happy life a dark shadow is cast,
The list of things left to do seems so vast,
But your time in this world is ending too fast.
How can one live knowing death is so near,
How can one fight if they're only filled with fear,
How can one stand knowing the outcome so clear,
That tomorrow they might lose all they hold dear.
A disease that kills you from inside out,
It nibs at your will to live filling you with doubt,
Shattering your spirit with body aches throughout,
Only a deadly silence echoes each time you shout.
It poisons your body before it can be diagnosed,
It spreads rapidly making it impossible to dispose,
Your organs eventually start to decompose,
Leaving you in the final state of an eternal comatose.
You are not the only one who will ache,
Your loved ones don't cry in front of you for your sake,
But once they leave your room their facade begins to break,
Seeing you wither thinking it's somehow their mistake.
Who to blame, is it coincidence or cruel fate?
In your God, should you now trust or hate?
In your mind this is a continuous debate,
Seemingly useless as you near your due-date.
An inner conflict starts to rise,
Is the hope of being cured nothing but lies?
For the sunrise you long and each sunset you despise,
Slowly trying to accept the fact of your nearing demise.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
Dreading each day thinking it'll be your last,
On a once happy life a dark shadow is cast,
The list of things left to do seems so vast,
But your time in this world is ending too fast.
How can one live knowing death is so near,
How can one fight if they're only filled with fear,
How can one stand knowing the outcome so clear,
That tomorrow they might lose all they hold dear.
A disease that kills you from inside out,
It nibs at your will to live filling you with doubt,
Shattering your spirit with body aches throughout,
Only a deadly silence echoes each time you shout.
It poisons your body before it can be diagnosed,
It spreads rapidly making it impossible to dispose,
Your organs eventually start to decompose,
Leaving you in the final state of an eternal comatose.
You are not the only one who will ache,
Your loved ones don't cry in front of you for your sake,
But once they leave your room their facade begins to break,
Seeing you wither thinking it's somehow their mistake.
Who to blame, is it coincidence or cruel fate?
In your God, should you now trust or hate?
In your mind this is a continuous debate,
Seemingly useless as you near your due-date.
An inner conflict starts to rise,
Is the hope of being cured nothing but lies?
For the sunrise you long and each sunset you despise,
Slowly trying to accept the fact of your nearing demise.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
ART & LIFE
Someone once said to me,
That art isn't what you see,
But what you imagine it to be,
How you precieve it is key.
Art is in the rhythm of a song,
The lyrics to which you sing along,
In the beats mellow or strong,
Making you feel as if you belong.
Art is in a painter's each stroke,
Every shade has an aim to provoke,
Every color leaving us woke,
To a message behind the paint's cloak.
Art is in the pages of a book,
Any genre that has you hooked,
Hidden contexts in every nook,
You just have to know where to look.
Art is in a poet's ink,
Each couplet forming a link,
With your life it begins to sync,
So engrossed that you forget to blink.
Art in many other mediums is found,
Each of which have become renowned,
Its meaning today can not be bound,
Life without art is a life drowned.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
Someone once said to me,
That art isn't what you see,
But what you imagine it to be,
How you precieve it is key.
Art is in the rhythm of a song,
The lyrics to which you sing along,
In the beats mellow or strong,
Making you feel as if you belong.
Art is in a painter's each stroke,
Every shade has an aim to provoke,
Every color leaving us woke,
To a message behind the paint's cloak.
Art is in the pages of a book,
Any genre that has you hooked,
Hidden contexts in every nook,
You just have to know where to look.
Art is in a poet's ink,
Each couplet forming a link,
With your life it begins to sync,
So engrossed that you forget to blink.
Art in many other mediums is found,
Each of which have become renowned,
Its meaning today can not be bound,
Life without art is a life drowned.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 4
Nadia's screams ring through the empty corridors and the memories of those who have heard it. They were genuinely convinced that Nadia bumped into a serial killer then but now that it was not so, they could still somehow feel the aftereffect of it. Everyone gets a little tensed around that time of the night although Nadia hasn't been assigned night duty eversince. Three days pass and no more blackout or screams, nothing out of ordinary.
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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Part 4
Nadia's screams ring through the empty corridors and the memories of those who have heard it. They were genuinely convinced that Nadia bumped into a serial killer then but now that it was not so, they could still somehow feel the aftereffect of it. Everyone gets a little tensed around that time of the night although Nadia hasn't been assigned night duty eversince. Three days pass and no more blackout or screams, nothing out of ordinary.
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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Time
Once I saw a clock tick tock,
Then I just sat back and thought,
What is time?
I questioned myself on and
peered books from dusk till dawn.
Sitting back still, I wonder,
Is it time or my brain did the blunder?
What is time?
Is it just what passes off,
making one dull and dwarf?
What I make of time is;
its not just bit of science.
What is time I asked myself,
and this is what I got-
Its a circle round and round
Moving smoothly, has no bound.
Life is eternal, it never dies;
so is time it never flies.
It goes repeating, on and on.
Time, I think of what I can,
Is just an eternal loop.
Never we know where it began,
Never we know its end.
I believe in eternity of soul do you?
DARK
Once I saw a clock tick tock,
Then I just sat back and thought,
What is time?
I questioned myself on and
peered books from dusk till dawn.
Sitting back still, I wonder,
Is it time or my brain did the blunder?
What is time?
Is it just what passes off,
making one dull and dwarf?
What I make of time is;
its not just bit of science.
What is time I asked myself,
and this is what I got-
Its a circle round and round
Moving smoothly, has no bound.
Life is eternal, it never dies;
so is time it never flies.
It goes repeating, on and on.
Time, I think of what I can,
Is just an eternal loop.
Never we know where it began,
Never we know its end.
I believe in eternity of soul do you?
DARK
Title - the unfulfilled wish
Part 2
surprise boss. hey you all here, how! I was wondered (they all are worked in my own company) Nitin what type of voice it is?? she asked( she is my wife Nidhi, she handle my finance department) and came outside the kitchen! good afternoon mam! happy birthday mam they all say In one voice. thank you so much and she was very wondered, welcome in my home, come inside Nidhi and I said with the surprising face. they come inside and sit on the sofa they all looking happy and were smiled on everyone's face.!! mam!! what a plan for today they all asked me. actually, I have not decide today plan, Nidhi said. among all one person say, what! you all think about today's party with mam and boss. they all appreciate this idea but I (Nitin) was not happy, I whisper in Nidhi ears. why you invited them here, I asked, she told me slowly that I'm not invited them here, I thought you invited them here. But why'll I Invite them here, you have a mind?? I was angry with her. This is talk of thinking that if you are not invited them here and I am also not invited them here then who invited them here we both were wondered and blaming to each other but no one knows that who invited them here.i have one idea, no, more idea, Nidhi said.!what idea you have, I asked. She suggests to me many ideas find out that who invited them here but her all idea was worst and after few minutes she cries suddenly. Hey why are you crying, I asked. She told me that I do one mistake, hey it's ok no problem but she was still crying slowly. I hold her hand and wanna go into my room but my friends asked hey boss where are you going and why you hold mam hand and they all smile Secretary. I said guys you carry on your surprise plan, we both are going to decide today's plan, see you later but still, I hold her hand and we both reached in my room balcony and I leave her hand and ask again, why are you crying? ? but she repeats again that she do one mistake. Why are you crying?? my mother, tells me the reason but she still cries. Listen, don't eat my mind, why are you made a pudding of my whole brain, I shouted on her. You have pudding then give me and she smiles. Listen Nidhi I am very serious at this time. she wipes tears and said actually before 3 days ago in the company I was just talking that after 3 days is my birthday so I'm guessing that they all came here. What?? but why you told everyone, you know very well that I don't like to celebrate my birthday and all party, I shouted at her. she was afraid and said I know but why you don't like to celebrate a birthday and sorry to say but I know very well that your parents died on your 15th birthday, Nidhi said.
yes, it is true and there another reason but I hid with you from starting and this is also a reason behind it that why am I never celebrate any birthday part
And the hidden reason is .....
To be continued
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Part 2
surprise boss. hey you all here, how! I was wondered (they all are worked in my own company) Nitin what type of voice it is?? she asked( she is my wife Nidhi, she handle my finance department) and came outside the kitchen! good afternoon mam! happy birthday mam they all say In one voice. thank you so much and she was very wondered, welcome in my home, come inside Nidhi and I said with the surprising face. they come inside and sit on the sofa they all looking happy and were smiled on everyone's face.!! mam!! what a plan for today they all asked me. actually, I have not decide today plan, Nidhi said. among all one person say, what! you all think about today's party with mam and boss. they all appreciate this idea but I (Nitin) was not happy, I whisper in Nidhi ears. why you invited them here, I asked, she told me slowly that I'm not invited them here, I thought you invited them here. But why'll I Invite them here, you have a mind?? I was angry with her. This is talk of thinking that if you are not invited them here and I am also not invited them here then who invited them here we both were wondered and blaming to each other but no one knows that who invited them here.i have one idea, no, more idea, Nidhi said.!what idea you have, I asked. She suggests to me many ideas find out that who invited them here but her all idea was worst and after few minutes she cries suddenly. Hey why are you crying, I asked. She told me that I do one mistake, hey it's ok no problem but she was still crying slowly. I hold her hand and wanna go into my room but my friends asked hey boss where are you going and why you hold mam hand and they all smile Secretary. I said guys you carry on your surprise plan, we both are going to decide today's plan, see you later but still, I hold her hand and we both reached in my room balcony and I leave her hand and ask again, why are you crying? ? but she repeats again that she do one mistake. Why are you crying?? my mother, tells me the reason but she still cries. Listen, don't eat my mind, why are you made a pudding of my whole brain, I shouted on her. You have pudding then give me and she smiles. Listen Nidhi I am very serious at this time. she wipes tears and said actually before 3 days ago in the company I was just talking that after 3 days is my birthday so I'm guessing that they all came here. What?? but why you told everyone, you know very well that I don't like to celebrate my birthday and all party, I shouted at her. she was afraid and said I know but why you don't like to celebrate a birthday and sorry to say but I know very well that your parents died on your 15th birthday, Nidhi said.
yes, it is true and there another reason but I hid with you from starting and this is also a reason behind it that why am I never celebrate any birthday part
And the hidden reason is .....
To be continued
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#wcss
#review
#anonWrites
The last flight from earth was passing through the upper atmosphere. I was near the window bidding my farewells to our long inhabited mother earth. We are leaving our former home after failing all attempts to redirect its axis.
It all started on May 12 at 10 am. A meteorite as huge as the moon was passing through the planet Mars. I am an astrophysicist in the Great Inter-Planetary Support Organization. We recieved intel from our Mars center about the meteorite's projectile.
I was coordinating the final attempt to blast the metorite to tiny pieces which would have vapourized on entry into Earth's orbit. We directed some laser shooters from the International Space Station towards the meteorite and was ready to shoot. When the meteorite got closer to the moon, our laser shooters started shooting at it. The meteorite was huge and all our laser missiles appeared so puny in comparison. We were failing every attempt and with each minute the meteorite got closer. It seemed there was nothing we could really do to stop it. The meteorite striked Earth in the northern region and that caused the planet to tilt its axis. We realized that meant it would make the planet head towards the sun and eventually scorch every living being on it. The final backup plan was to leave earth immediately and shift to Mars. We were already established there and ready to expand.
Today was the last flight to leave Earth with the last passengers. We were able to move the entire remaining Earth's population in a matter of weeks. The only people left to travel were the launch engineers, some astrophysicists and a few executives who oversaw the whole operation. We got into the rocket and began the countdown. After the countdown, the rocket took off and we reached earth's upper atmosphere in 15 minutes.
I was seated near a window and I was able to see our mother Earth as we were leaving it for the last time. It looked so motherly, so beautiful and so warmthful. I remembered my first flight which was to the moon to collect some geologic samples. And now, the time has come to move away.
I decided it is time to say my goodbyes. I put a hand on my heart and decided to recite Earth's national anthem which was registered in the interplanetary records.
"Earth, thy is so beautiful,
Thy shall not perish in our hearts,
Thy shall stay our first and most valuable planet,
We shall not forget you.
You taught us life,
you taught us progress,
you showed us the whole universe,
and you shall be the whole universe's mother"
As I was saying my goodbyes, my eyes got watery and my heart got heavy. It was really hard to bid my first home goodbye. To bid my first planet in my galactic journey goodbye. But alas, all things must perish.
Goodbye, mother earth. We will always be together in spirit.
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#review
#anonWrites
The last flight from earth was passing through the upper atmosphere. I was near the window bidding my farewells to our long inhabited mother earth. We are leaving our former home after failing all attempts to redirect its axis.
It all started on May 12 at 10 am. A meteorite as huge as the moon was passing through the planet Mars. I am an astrophysicist in the Great Inter-Planetary Support Organization. We recieved intel from our Mars center about the meteorite's projectile.
I was coordinating the final attempt to blast the metorite to tiny pieces which would have vapourized on entry into Earth's orbit. We directed some laser shooters from the International Space Station towards the meteorite and was ready to shoot. When the meteorite got closer to the moon, our laser shooters started shooting at it. The meteorite was huge and all our laser missiles appeared so puny in comparison. We were failing every attempt and with each minute the meteorite got closer. It seemed there was nothing we could really do to stop it. The meteorite striked Earth in the northern region and that caused the planet to tilt its axis. We realized that meant it would make the planet head towards the sun and eventually scorch every living being on it. The final backup plan was to leave earth immediately and shift to Mars. We were already established there and ready to expand.
Today was the last flight to leave Earth with the last passengers. We were able to move the entire remaining Earth's population in a matter of weeks. The only people left to travel were the launch engineers, some astrophysicists and a few executives who oversaw the whole operation. We got into the rocket and began the countdown. After the countdown, the rocket took off and we reached earth's upper atmosphere in 15 minutes.
I was seated near a window and I was able to see our mother Earth as we were leaving it for the last time. It looked so motherly, so beautiful and so warmthful. I remembered my first flight which was to the moon to collect some geologic samples. And now, the time has come to move away.
I decided it is time to say my goodbyes. I put a hand on my heart and decided to recite Earth's national anthem which was registered in the interplanetary records.
"Earth, thy is so beautiful,
Thy shall not perish in our hearts,
Thy shall stay our first and most valuable planet,
We shall not forget you.
You taught us life,
you taught us progress,
you showed us the whole universe,
and you shall be the whole universe's mother"
As I was saying my goodbyes, my eyes got watery and my heart got heavy. It was really hard to bid my first home goodbye. To bid my first planet in my galactic journey goodbye. But alas, all things must perish.
Goodbye, mother earth. We will always be together in spirit.
I am dying deep down inside and there is nothing shown on the shallows
It might cut me scars and run out my blood but I will keep it in the shadows
Sometimes I am sick of me, sick of trying to be great to those who fooled me, sick of them to tryina show me they are great so I am great again and they fool me again.
Are not we insane?
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It might cut me scars and run out my blood but I will keep it in the shadows
Sometimes I am sick of me, sick of trying to be great to those who fooled me, sick of them to tryina show me they are great so I am great again and they fool me again.
Are not we insane?
#review #ashes #rubbish
A Life without soul
"Ah! My child do it briskly there is not much time left its the last one and its about to set off less than in an hour" said the man who was helping people to board there luggage .
There was barely anything left on earth now,no oceans,rivers nor oxygen .I had to sell my water to get oxygen for a day. The look of the earth was heart rending the atmosphere was tainted with red color, stroms of dust was the only thing that could be seen.
The soil was barely soil, it turned into hard red rocks and plants were like they never existed on the this planet.Even I was hurring to get into the shuttle, I knew there will be thousands who will be left abandoned to die. It was the moment when I had to think about myself than others.
"Last 10 mins to fly ", the man said .People were literally begging to take them to mars because there was nothing left here.The children were crying there hearts out and childing mothers were pushed, only stronger could survive .
Unfortunately I couldn't make it to the ship, But I knew there was nothing beyond but a life of slavery and hard bones I rather be dead and living like dead was my thought.
I was left there with million or should I say billion . We all saw the shuttle flying above us vanishing into the dusty blanket of air, the people moving in it never knew they were moving to there end, the ultimate end because there is no death on mars only a life without soul.
#wca #prompt #review #wcss
"Ah! My child do it briskly there is not much time left its the last one and its about to set off less than in an hour" said the man who was helping people to board there luggage .
There was barely anything left on earth now,no oceans,rivers nor oxygen .I had to sell my water to get oxygen for a day. The look of the earth was heart rending the atmosphere was tainted with red color, stroms of dust was the only thing that could be seen.
The soil was barely soil, it turned into hard red rocks and plants were like they never existed on the this planet.Even I was hurring to get into the shuttle, I knew there will be thousands who will be left abandoned to die. It was the moment when I had to think about myself than others.
"Last 10 mins to fly ", the man said .People were literally begging to take them to mars because there was nothing left here.The children were crying there hearts out and childing mothers were pushed, only stronger could survive .
Unfortunately I couldn't make it to the ship, But I knew there was nothing beyond but a life of slavery and hard bones I rather be dead and living like dead was my thought.
I was left there with million or should I say billion . We all saw the shuttle flying above us vanishing into the dusty blanket of air, the people moving in it never knew they were moving to there end, the ultimate end because there is no death on mars only a life without soul.
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Title : 2081 The last flight from Earth to mars
Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.
This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.
Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.
But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.
#review #wca #wcss #themodernsaint
Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.
This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.
Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.
But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.
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#review #NG
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PRESENT:
MARS,2123
"No,Dad I don't want to go without you, I don't want to leave you behind, Please please come with us" I beg my dad to come along but he reply with a cute smile "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and with the gentle kiss on my forehead, he turns back and the gates close. I can feel my heart hammering in my ears, but I don't want to look some where else and I can't even reply. I am afraid of looking afraid.
"Grandpa, Grandpa" I hear some noise but not sure where it is coming from, "Grandpa Alan, you are sleeping again at this time. It's the story time" Oh! This is my grandsons' voice so I think I was dreaming again. By dreaming and spending the life with that same dream is not less than an agonizing death.
"Not today Neel" I murmured. "No, We waited for the entire story for a very long time, Now you must have to tell" My only grandson Neel who is the life of mine now. The most precious thing in the world isn't gold or diamonds it's the innocence with which a child view the world and specially when their new world is the mars, the red planet.
The memory of my life was with that moment when I lose my father, and everything before it was a blur. I can't even remember the face but only my father's face with wet eyes but with a tiny smile..
Looking back, I think a part of my mother died that day too; I just realize that on the mars.
Earth, 2081:
The last flight is about to leave to mars as a huge asteroid much enormous than the earth is going to strike and will destroy the earth. So there's a jolt as the last stage of our rocket drops away to burn up in the atmosphere. My eyes snaps to the mission clock.
"Twenty minutes and fifteen seconds". And I hold the hands of my father and mother very tight which I don't want to let go. But I discover my father seems looking for something and that something is my younger brother and he is not with us in the rocket.
So he decides to go out to find him but the rocket is about to take off.
Then he just vanish with his last words "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and gates closes and so my hopes that I would see my father and brother again.
Then I hear the reverse counting that means the rocket is about to blast and leave but my father isn't here by my side nether mine younger brother.
"Three, Two, One.." and I close my eyes at the deafening explosion of the rocket engines. The force of the 100 tonne bomb beneath me jams my spine into the seat as it fights gravity and lifts its mammoth weight into the sky.
At the same time, a blast of adrenaline rips through my nervous system, making my heart pond so hard I can feel my head throbbing. With each breath, I feel the gnawing fear that it may be my last but my teary eyes realizes me that my father and my little brother is not with me.
My stomach twists into a tighter knot despite my pre-launch dose of anti-nausia drugs. I find it hard to breathe, and I know it's from more than just the tremendous gravity forces crushing my chest.The panic no longer lurks in the back of my mind, it's kicking the door down but i felt a touch on my hand and I can feel My mother is also by my side and she gently waved "It's gonna be okay".
And after a long journey of 3 months and 20 days we finally reach the red planet and the volunteers just welcome us check our cylinders if they need to change. But yeah we are alright.
And from now onwards my only home is mars and I have to live my life with this culpability.
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PRESENT:
MARS,2123
"No,Dad I don't want to go without you, I don't want to leave you behind, Please please come with us" I beg my dad to come along but he reply with a cute smile "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and with the gentle kiss on my forehead, he turns back and the gates close. I can feel my heart hammering in my ears, but I don't want to look some where else and I can't even reply. I am afraid of looking afraid.
"Grandpa, Grandpa" I hear some noise but not sure where it is coming from, "Grandpa Alan, you are sleeping again at this time. It's the story time" Oh! This is my grandsons' voice so I think I was dreaming again. By dreaming and spending the life with that same dream is not less than an agonizing death.
"Not today Neel" I murmured. "No, We waited for the entire story for a very long time, Now you must have to tell" My only grandson Neel who is the life of mine now. The most precious thing in the world isn't gold or diamonds it's the innocence with which a child view the world and specially when their new world is the mars, the red planet.
The memory of my life was with that moment when I lose my father, and everything before it was a blur. I can't even remember the face but only my father's face with wet eyes but with a tiny smile..
Looking back, I think a part of my mother died that day too; I just realize that on the mars.
Earth, 2081:
The last flight is about to leave to mars as a huge asteroid much enormous than the earth is going to strike and will destroy the earth. So there's a jolt as the last stage of our rocket drops away to burn up in the atmosphere. My eyes snaps to the mission clock.
"Twenty minutes and fifteen seconds". And I hold the hands of my father and mother very tight which I don't want to let go. But I discover my father seems looking for something and that something is my younger brother and he is not with us in the rocket.
So he decides to go out to find him but the rocket is about to take off.
Then he just vanish with his last words "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and gates closes and so my hopes that I would see my father and brother again.
Then I hear the reverse counting that means the rocket is about to blast and leave but my father isn't here by my side nether mine younger brother.
"Three, Two, One.." and I close my eyes at the deafening explosion of the rocket engines. The force of the 100 tonne bomb beneath me jams my spine into the seat as it fights gravity and lifts its mammoth weight into the sky.
At the same time, a blast of adrenaline rips through my nervous system, making my heart pond so hard I can feel my head throbbing. With each breath, I feel the gnawing fear that it may be my last but my teary eyes realizes me that my father and my little brother is not with me.
My stomach twists into a tighter knot despite my pre-launch dose of anti-nausia drugs. I find it hard to breathe, and I know it's from more than just the tremendous gravity forces crushing my chest.The panic no longer lurks in the back of my mind, it's kicking the door down but i felt a touch on my hand and I can feel My mother is also by my side and she gently waved "It's gonna be okay".
And after a long journey of 3 months and 20 days we finally reach the red planet and the volunteers just welcome us check our cylinders if they need to change. But yeah we are alright.
And from now onwards my only home is mars and I have to live my life with this culpability.