*The Suicide Line*
*Part 2*

This morning when she left, he had no clue that this is the last time, he is seeing her alive in flesh and bones with her soul. When he returned, he yelled her name all around the room and found her floating on the water. With all the courage, he jumped into the water and held her into his arms, yes, she was dead, her body was cold and lifeless, her eyes wide open. Dizziness took over his body and he came out of the water leaving her body there. He loved her with all his heart, and they were getting married in next two weeks. The question which is haunting him now is why she killed herself?
“Tell me, we can drop the formalities of you working for helping people”, he said
“I don’t work here for money, sir”, I keep stalling him till the ambulance reach him.
“What’s your name?”, he asked clearly gulping something.
“Angelin”
“seriously, American name, I’m asking your real name”.
“Rumi” can’t tell any one my real name because of the privacy policies.
“Would you like to know mine, so we’re even?”
“please”, I requested knowing that it would buy you some time.
“Akio Mareo”, I’ve heard this name somewhere, unable to recall so I googled him.
Holy shit, he is ‘The Akio Mareo’, the famous painter who is known for his famous painting ‘the chaos’, but there is no news of his fiancé’s suicide. A painter is someone who never runs out of colors, his life is like a ray of white light, full of colors. But he feels too much sometimes, almost on the verge of spilling colors and Akio is on the hem of spilling blood.
“Rumi, are you still there?”, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes at the sound of his voice. His voice was trembling which makes me sure that he was sobbing.
“Yes sir, I’m here”
Three minutes had gone by since I had taken the call. I’m sure what I have to do. I had to keep him busy to that he doesn’t think about killing himself. I have to save this man.
This is my turn to ask him something, “if you’re so sure that you’re going to kill yourself, why did you call here, I’m pretty sure you are not looking for a stenographer”.
“I just want someone to know why I’m killing myself, unlike her, who left me without an explanation”
“No, that’s not why you’ve called”, I said crossing him
“don’t think for a second, you know better just because you work in a hotline and hear hundreds of stories in a day”, he snapped back
“I think you want to be saved. Everyone wants someone to pull them out from the darkness drowning them”, completely ignoring that he just lashed on me.
“This is a fucking black hole swallowing me”.

His Black suit fully drenched when he came out from the swimming pool not having the courage to pull her out. He went straight to the bathroom and removed the upper part of the tank of the toilet seat. He was sober since a month, but he can’t take it anymore. He wants someone to take his pain away, it is unbearable, grievous. It feels like yesterday only, the burn still lingered in his nose from marijuana, but years of practice had made him cautious about snorting too deeply but today he sniffed the drug so deeply as if his life depends on it. He spreads everything, pills, injections, joints of cocaine, heroin on the floor while snorting the joint in the hall, pulls out every bottle of alcohol. He opens his mobile phone. Her being a wall paper forced him to take a quick sniff in every 40 seconds. Marijuana started inducing the feeling of euphoria, all the happy moments stared playing in front of his eyes like a slide show. The drug stimulates the release of the reward chemical dopamine. He was smiling with his eyes full of tears. He started drinking to curb his hunger which was the result of the cannabis. Two hour passed of him smoking and drinking, he lie down on the floor and hugged the mobile phone to his chest, close to his heart, which she broke by leaving him alone.

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DAY 11
CONDITION: MYSTERY
PROMPT: It was Christmas after all, the lights might have been extremely unsafe but…

They still had to drive to the other side of town. St. Richard's Manor. That’s where their stories begun. They were bound to the family tradition as long as they lived.

Cody drove through the woods each year, seeing the river reminded him of father. Trent stuck to the highway. The scorpion sting at age nine ruined the woods for him. Each year, they’d wait at the junction not moving their cars till the trio was complete. Dan was almost always the last one there. He’d blame his wife but the boys suspected otherwise. They could tell he hadn’t let go of his “pretty boy” fixation.

Abigail beamed as she watched them pull up in the forecourt. Her boys were home! Drew had replaced his father as gatekeeper. Seeing him after so long excited the boys. He was like a brother to them. The help came out to welcome the heirs of the Manor. They were unfamiliar faces, probably new recruits.

It was the usual. Dan with his prim and proper kids eating quietly. Trent beside his high-maintenance chatter box wife and kid. Cody, being dodgy about when he would get married. That topic changed quicker each year. They’d talk, laugh and throw shades at each other over food. The boys never really grew. It was peace to Abigail’s frail heart. As the night began, it ended. The wives and kids stayed inside with Abigail a bit longer. The three walked to the cars to wait for them as usual…

“Cody, I think the woods got offended by your ride this year.” Trent said as he pointed to the oil pool.

“Damn! Just what I needed.” Cody continued in disbelief.

“It couldn’t have been the woods.” Dan spoke up.

“Yes, wise one, go on”. Trent joked.

“This isn’t the time for your jokes Trent.” Cody's glare pierced Trent.

“As I was saying…” Dan was still an attention seeker. His little brothers fixed their eyes on him before he continued. “There’s no oil trail. The leak started here…”

“You’re right! But who? When? How?” Cody quizzed.

His desperation for answers was met with empty stares. No one was in the position to answer. No one except those who were outside the house.

“I can swear it’s the bald one that came out to meet us...” Trent began.

Forsaking prejudice, Dan hoped Trent wasn’t goofing again, “ Why him?”

“Suspicious nose!” Trent said proudly and made for his car before the backlash came.

“You better run!” Cody threatened. “Disappointment! Dan, you're laughing at such a critical time?”

“Oh Codester, you’re just peeved because Trent has the funny genes.”

“Guys, I’ll head out to get help for Cody's thrashed ride.” Trent said from his car.

Ignition. Trent’s SUV woke up wearily. It's maintenance was long overdue. He backed out of the parking space with some discomfort. Something wasn’t grooving right.

Cody burst into laughter. Dan confused and Trent concerned. Had anger driven Cody's sanity to the edge?

“Hey, what’s so funny?” Trent quizzed from his car.

Curious as well, Dan fixed his attention on Cody.

“Trent, looks like the scorpion got your wheels this time.”
Cody cackled on. Dan joined in too.

Trent stomped out of his car after taking the bitter pill.
“Enough of this! Someone is out to get us.”

“Drew! He was out the whole time. He should have seen something.” Dan came in.

Cody gathered himself. The three looked towards the gate. No sign of Drew.

“You must be kidding!”

“Leave it to Drew’s poor work ethics to leave our stuff unguarded.”

“I’m sure it’s his weak bladder.”
The three said oldest to youngest as they hastily made for Drew's quarters.
…

“Drew!” Trent roared as he barged in.
Cody cupped his mouth in shock. Dan couldn’t move…

There had been a struggle. Drew was overpowered. They weren’t sure he was breathing...

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Ravaging


Summon and his colleagues were up for a meat party, he with his companions had bought the very antique piece of a rare variety of bats flesh. The logs of wood were offered to the dazzling fire engiting its flame, and with hot iron sticks he cleaned and pierced the bat squeezing some lemon and salt.meat tastes best at its par cooked state was his philosophy.


There were 7 bats in total, small rat like size roasting with a smell of raw timber getting naturalised.They all were sitting on a sandy shallow side of a river, with a cozy green cover surrounding the vicinity. By now the smell of the roasted flesh had filled the near nature. Summon was dribbling at its sight! . Feeling the taste of flesh by a sense of touch was also a way he conversed with food.


Finally he was ready. He took one of the sticks which had two roasted bats. It was burning hot but his hands were accused of tearing hot flesh. He tore a bit and forced into his mouth. Ah! What a wonderful taste it was the perfect par cooked bat with a number taste which he had never came across with. Summon was like a wild animal he lost his consciousness on the sight of meat, he tore the pieces and ate it bit by bit soaking all its pleasurable memory.


After he and his friends  were done with it. He took the heart out raw which he has preserved for the end. It was dripping with blood, a small tiny piece, he took it from the earthen pot and locked in his safety of hands, to feel the real taste eat it raw was his policy the warmth of his hands would be enough to cook it his friends were not up to this but he was adamant to eat it.


After a wait of a minute- century he finally made its way to his mouth,puce color blood was flowing over his lips.It was the best thing that he has tasted till date.

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Alter Ego Part 1
“Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that” great words by Tupac, you will never know its value unless you experience it.

When you are on the bright side you don’t want to look back so as I, confident about my future. It was the first day of my college, I was so anxious and excited though it was not what I anticipated. Any port in a storm, as they say. I got into the college bus it’s vacant. I sat in the front row to relax myself and stretched my legs, so it will not cramp as ever.
I leaned towards the window, looked outside. People at the stop started to get in, my eyes were on a girl talking on her phone whose hair was glistening. While I was looking at her beautiful hair, she walked towards me and bawled “it‟s for Ladies”.I turned my head back and towards her, she narrowed her eyes and her face roasted as a nut and seemed as if she was going to punch me if I stay there, so I gave a quick smile and moved.
I wondered how I can move in that flock and made my way slowly watching my steps not to get yelled by someone for crushing their feet, but I accidentally poked into someone‟s eye. He screamed loudly and I apologised to him. After an hour of the tiresome journey I got out of the bus where I didn’t have a familiar face except the person whom I poked, he was looking me.
I went to him with a smile saying “I am sorry”.
It‟s ok he replied
I continued with a smile, “Do you know room 207?”
“Are you mechanical ? My friend is also of the same group” he pointed at the person next to him.He was a little fat for his height.
He looked at me and told “Let‟s go.”
I made a little conversation by asking, “Where do you stay?”
“SR colony and you ? “
“Few block’s ahead”
I smiled back.“Do you know what our first class is going to be?”
“It’s just an orientation class.”
We entered the class and looked for some place to sit. Within minutes, the lecturer entered the class.“A very good morning friends! Maybe you’re excited about your new class,” he said with a little smile.
“ Ok, let‟s start introducing ourselves, starting from the guy over there, please introduce yourself and tell me about the dream you want to achieve.”
When my turn came, I stood up and took a little breath, “I don’t know how long I will live, but I want my name to live longer than I”.
The lecturer was tranquil with it that and wished “Hope you make head way “
“So what do you want to be?” I clearly didn't have any idea. Beneath my confidence some darkness was hiding and I didn’t want it to win. So I briefed, “I am afraid that it won’t come true if I say them.”
“The first half was so good, but the second half gave me a cancer” he joked.
He gestured me to sit as he gave a great motivational class to boost our morale. In that
way first day of my college ended.
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Alter Ego Part 2
As the days passed with bunking classes, copying from friends Home assignment, night outs, low grades, and backlogs similar as in five point someone of Chetan Bhagat. But here I am lone ranger. By fourth year thousand of my thoughts converged in one, to be placed in a company

Finally, the day of validation arrived. It was the day to know our worth, the cream of the crop has nothing to worry about, but for us it was a bundle of nerves. It was placements time.I groomed up, put on a new oxford shirt and a pair of trousers. After completion of written test we were asked to wait until the shortlisted candidates are announced. We're told not to leave the campus, the clock kept ticking, but the results weren't out yet.
I was getting the jitters with every second of waiting. So to divert my mind, I opened my phone and logged into Facebook but its password error and I recalled that I had changed my password recently. I changed it after reading an article “how password changed my life” where a divorcee to forget his ex, changed his password as 4get@Her and it worked. Later he tried with #Quitsmoking and it worked too.

Therefore, I adopted his idea. When I logged in, suddenly a photo made my blood run cold, I thought it must be a hoax but it was true. The silence in the hall broke as the shortlisted candidates were announced and I was not in. The door was locked. I checked for the spare keys in my bag and opened the door.
Someone was there on the chair. I turned the light on. It was Sasi, sitting on the chair
and he was smiling. I rubbed my eyes. There was no one, I was just imagining it.
As I walked towards the fridge there was a sticky-note saying “Have your supper, I will
be back soon”. I opened the dish on the dining but I wasn‟t in the mood to eat at all.
I thought of having a shower and my mind started to swing between highs and traumas.
I walked out of the shower, I was feeling tired and lost. I fell back on the bed dangling in
my memories thinking where it all started.
When I was in 8th grade, my sister gifted me „Wings of fire‟. After reading it, I was
determined to be an Aeronautical-Engineer like him.
When my 10th results were out, I didn‟t score much. I never wanted to be in rats race.
Our parents never cared about our marks but they wanted us to learn. After the result I
started making my strategy.
I never thought that I was counting the eggs before they hatched. To achieve my goal I
needed to get into the best college of India for which I needed IIT coaching.
Unlike other states, our state has a junior-college system. My father suggested me
joining the college where my sibling studied.
At the college, the receptionist was busy with her bill. When we asked her about the
admission, she told us to meet the person next to her who was sitting at the help desk.
He greeted us. I smiled back. My dad got into the topic without delay. He asked for my
10th standard marks. Its 72%. They needed 90% or above to sharpen their brains. He
put a reluctant face looking at me.

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Alter Ego Part 3
They play number games here just like how in cricket if a team scores above 300 it
creates a social mark. He needed students who score above 560 for 600 marks. He
took out a catalog and showed the fee structure.
There were extortionate amounts, with which one can do graduation in a good
university. After some negotiations, he came down.
The classes started. After a week we shifted to a new room. It didn‟t sound like class at
all, it was completely dark and the only light over there was from the vent.
We had six subjects and literally five classes, the rest was for study hours. With 14
hours of college, we had 10 hours left during which we were supposed to do all the
other stuff and every weekend we had 2 to 3 exams to verify our performance.
The first test started. I had no idea what to do. So, I thought of going to my friend‟s
house which was not far away. I slowly walked down the alley and felt it was colder than
usual.
I reached their house, knocked the door. His mother opened the door and greeted me, I
replied to her and then she enquired, “How is your college.”
“Not so bad aunty.”
“Sai told that classroom is not good. is it?”
“Yes aunty, it‟s true.”
“Once it used to be a market. After the contract period, your college bid on it and turned
it into a college.”
everything turn out of control, my favorite subjects turned into nightmares. I couldn‟t
solve even a single problem. In most of my study hours I spent drawing caricatures or
sketching up cars and bikes. Days passed on like that.
I broke into quarrel with my mom over every issue such as turning off the T.V when
Sachin was about to score 200 for the first time.
I hated to be the topic of discussion when my mom was talking with her friends. It was
the prime reason for our fights. Thank god! Her friends don‟t have kids of my age to be
compared with me. Whenever I saw them, it seemed they thought I was dumb.
Though my parents supported me, I fell into the darkness built up by my anger, jealousy
and I was cheesed off by my education and skipped exams. Every subject turned into a
nightmare.
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Alter Ego Part 4
My dad came to know what I was doing and he came to me asking, “What is your
problem? Why are you doing so?”
I wailed, “I can‟t do it. I am totally screwed up! I want to quit and start again! I want to
get out of here and join somewhere else.”
“You live in a generation where you have the option for everything. But in life, you need
to face every problem” he advised me to “give it a try”. He always backed me as he was
my strength.
The next day my dad came to the college, took permission to meet the principal and
they talked for a while.
After reaching home he told me what went on at the college. One of the members there
had told my dad that I was unfit for education and it was better not to put money on my
education. I felt ashamed of myself.
“Who is he to tell that? Will he return the fee I have paid if I am unfit for it? ”, the pain in
me increased.
I wasn't able to do what I had dreamt, shame and insaneness surrounded me. Later my
dad arranged tuitions for me. I used to travel 40 km for the tuition to which my dad used
to drop me as we didn‟t have metros and other transportation facilities.
When I opened the book it seemed to be a piece of cake, but in exam it was the
opposite. I choked like an Indian batsmen against Aussies. I finished with 60% where
my percentage in mathematics fell from 86% in 10th to 46%.
Later we came to know that my dad needed to relocate. It was an abrupt scenario. I
didn‟t know what was going to happen. I had spent my life there for 15 years. Moving to
a new place? I didn‟t want it. I couldn‟t be against my dad and my mother was my
victim.
“I don‟t know what you want to do but I am not coming.”
“But why?”
“I am screwed up and I don‟t want to make it more worse, I will stay in a hostel, say it to
dad.”
That evening my dad asked, “Your mom told me that you don‟t want to come.”
“Yes dad, I don‟t know how it is going to be there. I have been there for a month, the
people are mean. I really can‟t stay there.”

“Listen, now I am jobless I don‟t know what to do, whether to accept my relocation or to
shift to another company. Go and stay with your mom and sister, we will think about it
later if you don‟t feel good”. I had no option, so finally, we moved.
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She's one in a billion !!

Her smell's like rosemary perfume,
And golden hair's like sonagachi;
The lips are looking like amaryllis;
The face is like the morning sun;
Body is as soft as the balloon;
Her voice is as sweet as elaichi;
Brown eyes are like killing us –
And such beauty is only one !!

- Akash kumar

• Difficult Words •

Sonagachi - known as Golden Tree
Amaryllis - known as Red Beautiful Flower
Elaichi - Cardamom


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CAGED

they want to fly
they want freedom
they say its a world with no stars
they say there visions are behind bars
then knocked the doors , no response
when peeked out of the box
everything was absent
in the imprisonment of time
they feel suffocated

who are they?
they are the fanciers to keep the birds in the cage

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#review #poetry #for just frnd
Queen of my heart
I'll be warrior to fight for our love
We'll fly together, fly higher than the dove.
I'll be your wall and shield you from danger
I'll take all the pain, for to me they are no stranger
You'll be Queen in my kingdom of my heart
You'll be my majesty. I will serve you forever
And for all of time, I will leave you never.

On a distance a spell of clouds hover over
The darkish clif of hill glazed with milky snow cover
Crossing those ups and downs of curves.

I took a nip of miles to see your smile of pearls
On the lips that glazed like blowsy roses of love
Crossing the nodes and tones of my heart

I took a nap on the drive to you drifting in to dreams
On the high clouds I flew higher and higher like reams
Crossing the clouds and stars of the sky

On a distance in gardens of heaven I saw
The smile of pearls on the blowsy roses of love
Crossing the gardens and raised of the dream

I looked for you and highs and lows and every way
On the rights and lefts I havent seen any
Crossing all the threads and reads I missed you

I reached you with full of joy and glee
On you I saw the smile of you my love
Crossing pits and  ruts I can to you my love
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Social Network
My fingers scroll up and down to next
The bright light of them rest of my eyes
Life and memories rolls from east to west

My mind strolls here and there and rests
Some flashes shake my heart with pain
Some flares make me laugh and smile
Then life reminds where am I in this rush

My Tears rolls down for my yesterday
The days can not turn back
Its will be down the hill till the rest
Life is simple even in pain and joy
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As Humans

Each cliff knowing who fell,
Each meter knowing each circle of hell,
Dante hasten such knowledge well.
Beneath the appearance, the mind cell.

Dark who must be?
If i am not, true to me i won't,
But from this i flee,
Hard left, never to last long.

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You are that one thought that comes to my mind,
whenever I feel I need someone.

You are that one thought that comes to my mind.

You are that one beautiful feeling,
that wipes out all my worries.

You are that one sweet smile,
that fills in new spirit in my gloomy soul.

You are that one thought that comes to my mind.

You are that one companion,
that everyone dreams of.

You are that one flower,
that stays in full bloom though good and bad times.

You are that one thought that comes to my mind.

You are that Aroma,
that has tantalized my life.

You are an angel sent by god,
to radiate bliss in my life.

You are that one thought that comes to my mind.

You are that one dream,
which is FAR from me yet so near my heart.

You are the ONLY one,
and I have never met any other who is as bright as you are.

You are that one thought that ALWAYS comes to my mind.

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"Your brain is, from here, in your control now. You ride the chariot!

Your horses will fly again!

Higher than you'd ever imagine!.

You ride the chariot!

The world is your oyster!

It's you, who opened the doors for yourself!

It's you, who's going to make it large for others to see and go through.

Even if you, at any point seem to fail in your mission because of those who stayed blind or ignored to see you, you'll at least die in peace for your efforts.

But you'll ride the chariot,

For you have that responsibility,

You'll ride the chariot,

For you have us watching you,

You'll ride the chariot,

For the strength you've around you,

You'll ride the chariot,

For everyone who sacrificed himself for you,

You'll ride the chariot again,

For you're your own creator,

You'll ride the chariot again,

For the light that falls on you,

You'll ride the chariot again,

For the particle you that dwells in you,

You'll ride the chariot again,

For every time you have fallen harder,

You'll ride the chariot again,

For every one you lifted up and treated with respect,

You'll ride the chariot,

For every quest you've gone wrong,

You'll ride the chariot,

For every bright and every dark side that dwells in you.

You'll ride the chariot,

To do it all over again,

You'll ride the chariot,

To guide the force,

You'll ride the chariot,

For everything you are capable of,

You'll ride the chariot,

For you can become the light,

For you are the key,

Key to take yourself out of every calamity and thrive,

Key to attain that being of focus,

You are and you will always ride the chariot, no matter where, in which form you will be.

For dimensions are not easy to deal with,

Unified voice is what you are for.

Silence...

Silence...

When you know where you are headed,

Just don't look back anymore,

You know you've finally begun,

Looking back will affect your speed,

So stop looking back anymore.

Look for a pattern in chaos.

Thousand moons will pass by,

But don't forget to count the sun,

For there lies the reason.

Thousand lies will prevail,

But don't forget to count the truth,

For their lies the end of all arguments.

Thousand bricks will be made out of a mountain,

But don't forget to count the mountain.

For their lies the source of why we all started.

Billions of stars will be shining,

But don't forget to look down at your feet.

For their lies the answer to where we all started.

Horses are flying, my friend! Horses are flying!"

What if the whole point of the world is to become one. To be one giant copacetic working mechanism in search of a higher truth. And, until we become one, we just float aimlessly through space waiting for this singular organism to mature and connect to other planets and galaxies in what appears to be an eternal network. Then, once sync'd, it grows into something marvelous, say a Human Being. We could quite literally be the developmental stages of an organism greater than ourselves?

You're the universe experiencing itself over and over again! 

What if a fraction of your genes, in the form of DNA information is being transferred from your ancient civilization, somewhere in a perfectly timed manner into you. The reason behind a thought such as you, are being constantly replaced and built on something or someone who once survived, is still surviving and will continue surviving, maybe looking for answers in some part of the universe in the least? And you're continuously interacting with it without your consent whereas you, individually are too weak to get the response or the information reflected back to you? Maybe that's where the "collective consciousness" comes into play. 

What if, the self founded you is just nothing but an insignificant bundle of information being carried forward towards a grand simulated patterns but, is everything when revived with the collectively conscious channels of connection with the world around you?

The thought which makes you, YOU! is the very thought that's being carried forward for some time now, in the least by reviving yourself with something you think is perfectly different. 

What if the information you try to sow into the world is nothing but the fraction of information that's perfectly arranged to reach you in the form of some invisible bundle of energy and once thought further about, is being ready to be carried forward? 

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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 12
CONDITION : Adventure
PROMPT: He was so tired. When he jolted himself away for a third time, he was face to face with the headlights….

“Oh brother!” He collapsed to the ground.

“You’re not going to fool me you little fudge!” His burly pursuer growled while standing over the young man on the road.

The driver of the car spoke up, “Boss, that’s him? The one who punked you?”

Billy didn’t move. All that running had sucked the air out of him. The boss ignored his driver's question and barked a command. “Load him up! After today he won’t be caught dead walking these streets.”

“I’ll run him over, he’s pretty dead anyway.” The driver's suggestion attracted a glare from the boss.

Getting the message, he scurried out of the car to pick Billy off the ground.

“Let go of me you bald penguin.” Billy protested with wriggling, kicking and flailing arms. By now it was clear that his faint was a sham.

“ I told you he was a no-good trickster!” The boss said as he stationed himself beside Billy in the back seat.

The passers-by walked on unmoved. It wasn’t right to get into anyone’s dealings. No one could snitch. No one wanted stitches. The drive begun…

“Billy, Billy, Billy. Thought you could run forever?” The boss begun.

“Yes I did, men your size shouldn’t move that fast.” Billy answered

“Still got some mouth I see.” The boss replied and grabbed Billy’s slender neck.

“Y…yes and I like my neck too!” Billy managed on depleting air. He wasn’t prepared for this much punishment in one night. People pursued him in the past but he stayed a step ahead. This time however, he had nowhere to go.

The boss was still not letting go. Billy was off balance. He couldn’t counter. Not with a punch or slap. Not even an eye poke at least.

The boss squeezed harder and with his last conscious breath, Billy spat a load of mouth juice.

Unconventional but it created some separation.

“You dirty rat! You spit your slobber in my face?” The boss flared up and drove his fist into Billy's face. Billy’s head jammed the window and bounced into the driver's seat. His pointy nose was flattened by the impact.

“Let me at him boss! I want to pummel him too.” The driver begged.

Another fist flew into Billy’s side. His gasp propelled blood droplets out his mouth. The boss wasn’t done. A thundering right to Billy’s stomach left him hunched. He fell forward, hugging the boss before another huge blow was ready.

His dazed eyes met the aggressor’s fiery face squarely…

“D…don’t hit m…my stomach” His words were voiceless because his body was empty of air.

The boss shoved him into the bloodied window. “YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

He unleashed another damning right into Billy’s midsection.
“I told yo...” Billy threw up in all directions.

“My eyes! He got some in my eyes!” the boss growled with disgust. His face and torso were covered in the muck. The driver jammed the breaks, “You puked on the boss?!” He turned and launched a punch.

Billy swerved but went face first into the puke coated backseat. “Oh, I’m going to…” a second round of his internal garbage was shot out. This time, nailing the driver just as good.

He bolted out of the car. His adrenaline took him as far as an alleyway dumpster. He had to leave town. He was no longer safe with those two around. Billy knew however that he wasn’t going to give up on pickpocketing.

Three months later…

Turning the corner, Billy bumped into someone. Billy took two steps more and hollered, “Eyes under your feet?!”

The man stopped and turned to face Billy. An ominous smile lingered on his face…
“So we meet again…Billy “two barf” Jacobs.”

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DESPAIR

And once again,She saw herself
in one of those moments
where she literally hated everyone,
even those whom she loved or admired.
Silently she just collapsed on her bed, locking her room,
trying to be invisible.
She felt sick and lonely ,and once again
she was avoiding everyone
even her own thoughts.

There's pain everywhere,
Physically ,mentally and emotionally
She's broken
All that's happening is pain
Yet there are no injuries
Visible enough to make others understand.

Tired of being happy,
Tired of being cheerful,
Tired of listening to everyone,
Tired of everything,
Realising that the world actually sucks
And no matter how much she tries
to create an illusion
of a World she wants
The bubble of illusions would burst
She closed her eyes
Trying to fall asleep
So that in her dreams
She finds the life she deserved
And undo the stuffs that traumatized her
She wishes the dream never ends,
She hopes never to wake up.

Strange how nobody
ever knows the real u!
How the things that haunt u is so insignificant for others.
How ur feeling unwell
is just overreaction for some.
And there's nothing anyone can do.
© Warisha Taj
#review #poetry

If there'll be a time
When there won't be food
And a man were to keep my life
By feeding me his flesh
My love for him still
Won't have weigh than a dust,
If my love for my prophet
Would weigh as a mountain.

#AhmadMusa #poem #review

#review #poetry #for just friend
My secret crush
I think about you everyday
I plan out wht to say
You have no idea, you have no clue
Just how much think about you
I try not to share, I try not to hide
I try not to show that I have always lied
If I had told you before
Perhaps you might not be the same.
I want to tell you how I feel
But voice inside make me hush.
So I keep it down inside my heart.
Hoping that nothing falls apart
Where ever you go. my heart will follow you
But sadly, ever only I will know
I hope my heart will never be broken
All because of my love unspoken... ❤️

So is the beauty in life,
So is the cruelty amongst us.
Somewhere in this so called world,
So is the perspective uncurled.

#danjo #review #poem