WE

She wanted pink, I blue

She wanted clean, I moustache

She wanted wine, I beer

She wanted romance, I quirk

She wanted needle, I mauser

She wanted furniture, I rock

Blinded

I knew that she was lying. The flower in her hand smelled of some man, someone royal. Her hair behind her ear showed evidently that he had touched her.

We didn't exchange any word after that. She just went inside and slept off. I assumed she had food from outside. Perhaps, she had some company too. I sat with a bowl of fruit salad and a glass of milk at dining table. The salad was hard to chew and I was facing problem gulping down the milk. I left the food and went off to sleep.

The pillow took the whole weight of my head. After few turns I found my comfortable position, my comfortable zone. Suddenly, I started thinking of her and the man with who she spent her whole day. I saw her hair that was kept behind her hair and couldn't stop thinking more.

I turned towards her and held her by her throat. After a while her leg fell silently.

Rantings

C: Hey, where have you been? Long time, no see!!

B: I can't see anymore. My eye balls just fell.

C: Hey!! How come?

B: Don't worry, it happens. Sometimes you just can't control your inner feelings.

C: Hmmm...ya, I know.

B: So, what's the plan now? Planning to see a doctor? I know one if you want.

C: No man. It feels nice when you can't see anything and just leave everything on your imagination. You can create your own world just before your eyes. And the funny part is you don't even have your eyes!! I have never been so happy ever.

B: But....

C: Actually, now that you seem so interested, let me tell you the truth. I myself popped my eyeballs out with my son's pencil.

B: Oh, so sad. But why would you do that?

C: This thing, I am referring to my eyes, lately had been demanding more. He wanted to see more places...wanted to see more mayhem, another world-war maybe. He was getting pleasure by all this chaos and negativity. You, won't believe, once he asked me if I could kill my son so that he could see him dying.

B: Oh, it must be then when you decided to pop your eyes out with your son's pencil.

C: No. It happened much later. When I decided to pop him out, he was just sleeping. It was harmless. But it made me see a weird dream about this coffee house where people were disappearing. But the good thing was that I had my share of coffee.

B: So, what was so bad in that? These things happen. You should not have punished him in such a harsh way.

C: I was fed up with his behaviour. Every time, he would demand something new and cruel. So, I gave him what he deserved.

B: What was his reaction when you decided to.....? Did you ask him his last wish?

C: Yes, as a matter of fact I did. He asked me to cut my finger. He wanted to see the pain in my eyes.

B: Uhhhh??

C: Yes, I did cut one off my finger - the thumb. He had asked for it. How could I not! He was my eye; my source of vision; the only thing that connected me with this world, with you. I had to fulfill his last wish. He was crying a lot. He was pleading....wanted me to reconsider my decision. But, I did not and popped him out.


A: Hey guys, wanna play ping-pong with me? I just found a pair of balls.

In a blink

I am sitting in a coffee house. Everyone is still and looking at each other without any emotions. None. I don't remember whether I have placed my order or not. I decide to wait for some time till someone comes and asks what I please to have this evening. Courtesy. But the waiters are just sitting and staring at everyone with the same emotionless emotion. I am thinking of waving my hand or share a glance with some waiter. But, I can't. I just can't. My mind refuses to do that.

Slowly, my vision is turning hazy and I can't see any thing properly. Just the wavy outlines are the part of my vision. The silhouettes are also getting dimmer now. I am scared to blink. But, I can't resist as my eyes have become watery. Is this why everyone seems hazy?? Should I blink?? What if I don't see anyone after I blink. This is my only option - to keep not blinking and at least be satisfied that people are still here.

I am deciding whether to blink or not. But the inevitable happens and I blink. I could clearly listen to the flutter of my eye lid. And now no one is here. I am just sitting alone in this cafe. I have a cup of coffee on my table now. In bewilderment I try and see who brought my order (I don't even remember I had placed an order).

No one is there. Nevertheless, I am drinking my coffee. In a minute or so I finish the coffee and head for the door to walk out of this weird coffee house.

As I open the door, I see the whole place is filled with people - people sitting on their coffee table. Their eyes closed and and about to open. Soon.

About Blank

I had everything but courage. The night crossed with the moon and the stars. I gave a helpless cry. The sound of the cry was dreadful. I was solemnly aghast by the incident. The moment had freezed but I was melting second by second. I let the tears drop from my eyes and kiss my lips. I found it courageous- at least for me. Somatic pain is easy to heal, but it takes time to heal the mental pain. It should not have happened with me. Philosopher's say, time heals everything; I wonder how much time it will take to heal this doleful situation. If I was a conjuror I would not have let the milk spill from the bottle.

I got up and started walking but the thoughts were stagnant. What next?? Where do I go?? Everyplace seemed sojourn. So, I did not stop anywhere and kept walking. The thoughts were still stagnant. I had to do something; stop somewhere for some time. I looked up hoping God would be looking down at me. Suddenly, somebody jolted my hand and took the action of dragging me towards somewhere. I did not question the hand and followed in the direction. Let's see what happens....

The stone..

I was sitting on a stone. The stone was placed on the side of the road. Everytime I passed by the road I noticed the position of the stone changed. So, I got rid of it and tried to see who is the person who changes its place. I had heard that this place is a busy place and the people really dont have time.

I was watching everybody with curiosity waiting for one of them to stop and tell me to get up so that he could change the position of the stone. I thought the stone must be thanking me that today he could just sit in peace for some time instead of regularly being tossed by some random person.

Suddenly, a bunch of girls...no boys..oh what do I call them?? Whatever their sex was, they just hovered around me and asked for money. I, with all my courtesy and righteouness opened my wallet and gave 10 ruppees to one of them. As I extended my hand to give the money I saw one hand fished into my wallet and took all the money rested in there. I was shocked and perplexed. All of them walked away happily shouting for some good reason, may be the money made them happy. The next thing I did was, ran after them and held one of them and asked for money. It was a hell out of fight but fruitful, as I got my money back.

Suddenly after putting the money into my wallet I realised that I had left the stone alone to get hit. I ran back to that stone, but alas! the stone was not there where I had left it. somebody had already done his work.

The tree...

It was bad tree. It kept standing erect and did not shake at all, inspite of me begging him for it. I wanted to listen to the sounds of the leaves when they move with wind. But, that day was not at all windy.



It was a long tree. Rather, I think the tree was not tall but I was small and I compared the height of the tree with mine and declared it to be tall. I was only two seasons old. I had expected the tree to listen to me though. At that age I could barely speak. So, my request for it to shake was in gibberish. I think the tree does not understand gibberish. So, it is not its fault, but it was the situation which played all the game.



But, why did I go to the tree in the first place? Well, my parents had gone to learn driving and left me at home alone. They thought that I too will learn to drive my tricycle. But, I changed the whole schedule and went to the tree with my request which I now think that he did not understand. At least I can give him the benefit of doubt.



Suddenly for no good reason I started laughing. The tree also shook and laughed with me, and gave a sign that it did understand me.



Few minutes later I realised it was time for me to go.



So...here is the tree...people laughing...throwing thoughts at my radar, which eventually is challenging me to catch or for that matter, dodge.



Bye, people.



N.P: If you find that tree, say my "Hi" to it!!