Silent Fog

This is an excerpt of one of my works which I divided into uncorrelated parts as its yet to be finished. But after my struggle and at one point of time questioning myself of my writing skills, I was able to survive the bleak patch and come out with this.

Part I

Don’t you weep o mother

In silent smokes hath thee

Thy sons hath glory and

thou the grief of their melee

That old flag of glory flutters high

The towering pride burns deep in their heart

Don’t you weep o mother

Whilst thy sons lay down eternally,

Thou lit the flames of love across the river

Those badlands have taken to mud,

The smile of thy soldiers blinded the sun,

Their valor, our hearts!

In the orchestra of ricochets,

Under a veil of shrapnel in their veins

Our Sons die

Silent Fog

Walk past the long alley

Filled with cold stones two sides,

A sense of pride filled one side of heart

the loss of dear one, other.

The final salute,

Muzzles pointed the ocean-blue skies,

Bullets hit the clouds,

Wrapped in the national colors,

No more tears to cry,

All merged into an ocean of melancholy,

The same blood of courage

I feel in my womb,

A soul lost to another world,

another waiting to be brought.

Part II

Chants

The vast grotto

with the blossom of honeydews.

The autumnal winds carried away

those rustling and wrinkled leaves,

Green, red and brown,

They all collapse till another solstice.

Million feet stomped,

Cohesion unmatched.

It looked like the marching of toreadors,

whose adroit hand tames the beast,

Whose valor, celebrated in a feast.

An empire from the kith

We expand for our kin.

Half a million cubic feet of air,

stairs spiraled downwards

from the pandemonium.

An acoustic marvel,

The echo lived in forever

in the few cubic inches inside our skull,

Our heart

and soul.

In this vast cavern

The chants mesmerized the compatriots.

The aural phenomenon began

With the rifles punching the ground,

Cohesion unmatched,

We all chant in unison

“YOU FALL,

YOU RISE;

YOU BLEED,

YOU HEAL;

WE FIGHT

TO CONQUER,

WE BREATHE

TO WIN,

WE WIN

WE DIE.”

Coda:

Two souls danced to a stream of notes on this darker night. The same old song, they loved, the same old notes, that echoed, but its ever effervescent magic never ceased to leave their hearts. The moon entered a new phase, so did them. He gently squeezed her palm; a smile coruscated the starless night. Cold air whispered in their ears as frost filled the distance between their lips.

The leaves have started to fade and the winds perturbed them to rain onto the curb. A silent whisper into her ear “Can I dig my lips into yours?, Matilda” and she took over “and steal the warmth of my love in this cold night?”

They moved on for another 4 blocks before they took a turn towards his home.

The blinds were down, it was pitch dark. The house was like a dilapidated tenement, with no electricity to light it up. They rummage for the only possible way to light the house and pat comes a reply from him “Life is like a candle,” and it’s her turn “dream is like a flame,” she retorted while lighting up the candle. His eyes transfixed on hers and continued “but this wick of time always burns,” and she finished it “Forever! Will stay, this wax called love,” and finally he added “to build another life.” The same old smiles light up the night and the same old magic carried them onto the bed.

Slowly, the night started to die down as the chirps of the birds were conquering the airwaves, the candle light started to fade and soon its time to be awake to walk through a bright new day.

Awakened by deafening cries of her son, Matilda walks down to his cradle to calm him down. She slowly ambles down the corridor towards the window to wipe the fog, the same old autumnal winds caressed the panes.

The windows are wiped clean but not the memories…

“Joe! is that you!,” she exclaims.

The Chainless Cradle : Suicide

The chainless cradle rocked
To the piper who weaved his waves of notes,
Guiding us weak souls into his webs.

The Chainless cradle rocked,
Between infinity and null,
Between the sparks that enter and leave our body.

The season of fall embraced all the trees, leaves fall, flowers fall and warmth falls. It was another perfect fall that our mother is showing us. There is another fall that has taken dawn, that’s my fall. In the veils of darkness I search for my companion who was the driving force behind this world of mine. Loneliness seems to be the deserving answer that I get for all my deeds, silence for the first time seemed very disturbing and both of them combined have been putting their best efforts to give a deathly blow.

Death seems to be an obsession these days. The only hindrance from dying is my level of craziness which hasn’t reached that mark wherein suicide is the only treasure left to grab. It reminds me of the line “I have lost the will to live, simply nothing more to give,” from one of those older songs. At every signal post I wait for it to turn green, but sometimes that mere angle of punk surfaces as I try to cross it expecting to be hit by a car. Pain is a feeling worth experiencing at this point of time. Every ounce of my blood is thirsty for it. Sometimes I feel like picking up a knife, run it through my hands, feel the sharp edge of it, let it rejoice the color of blood, love its slithering motion and let it drip from the handle onto the ground. There are better ways to destroy self,

Night has been tainted to gray,
Clouds that carried all dismay,
Electrons triggered sparkling display,
I run close to them and pray
ELECTROCUTE ME!

Voids in a tiny atom,
In it lay a minuscule phantom,
Passed on its charge with a collision,
I put my fingers in the socket and scream,
ELECTROCUTE ME!

Past a dying field’s boundary, it sails,
Its intensity never bound to fail,
Transfer your energy through my face, pale
Like a new born infant I wail
ELECTROCUTE ME!

The sense of ‘hatred on thyself’ grows stronger every second, to such an extent that at one point of time I believed that lives of all those would have been far better had they not known me, my journey would have been smoother had I not lived in temple of lies. I am nobody’s hero, a force that succumbed to itself in the sanctums of its temple.
On a chainless cradle I swing between living for dying and living till dying, unable to take a stance, stuck between the words and worlds. A metaphysical world built around my ideals starts succumbing cataclysmically. The answer at this point of time is hitting ‘living till dying’ like everybody else in this world.

This is part two of self-destruction. I can sense blood oozing from the bowels of my soul, aggrieving of my naïve notions.

The frost settled on my lips spreading the balm of death. The hope of salvaging a part of the hurt soul, tying a tourniquet to stop its bleeding is still there. The battle will go on…
Till the day when I find a path to move out of my solitary shell.
Remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day and Paris wasn’t conquered in a day.

A Paradise in Hell

“ When the night befalls, you are my daylight,
When thoughts embitter, you are my solace,
When on the race to the sun, you stand like my flag bearer,
When everything is lost, I can brag of your silky embrace,
With a smile you bring out a coruscation of million suns,

I am coming straight to the point

Will you take my hand in yours,
My pleasures with yours,
My agonies with yours,
And say I will be with you,forever!” Danny whispered in Nina’s ears, pampering her head. She looked around, everything seemed spooky to her, those words haven’t struck gongs that threw the alarms out of the clock that bore her past, she couldn’t say no, neither say yes. This world is an eldritch place for those who commit no sin, it wrests its laments on poor beings whose inability to change the variables of time and life is exploited. Danny is the new victim of the vicious game that fate relishes playing on.

Dejection was writ over his face, tears seemed a worthless possession as they welled up in his eyes. Sebastian sighed and reminded Danny of the story that he had narrated to him couple of days ago. Danny’s thoughts now shifted towards Joan, his estranged daughter. Severance is an alien to the relation that existed between parents and children, he knew that somewhere in his mind it yelled of her presence, somewhere in time she’ll be waiting for the inevitable reunion. Thoughts have made his head heavy, a walk on the promenade at the Battery Park with lilting sounds of Atlantic would bring some weight off it.

Danny was strolling down the boulevard to have a glimpse at the world outside. The passer-bys they threw a smile and so did he, but they didn’t know that beneath his smile lay a heart-wrenching agony. He entered into a stationary mart to get himself a bunch of ball-pens, the salesman gave him the best bunch, but the salesman doesn’t know that behind the man’s pen lay a writer whose sentences generated tides of contemplation in readers. Danny walked down the boulevard a few more yards, gulped his Migraine pill which was prescribed to be taken at this time, the pill knew only of migraine and not of deadlier hemlock destined in his heart.

Slowly, Danny reached the Hospital and took out his diary “I am running towards a destination that unlocked the richest treasures ever heard of. Few moments later, I arrive at a place where there’s a ladder that takes me to the glowing sun and a promenade that promises me to gift the sun when I race towards the horizon. Which one should I take? Which one is faster?” scrawled Danny in his diary which is looking ragged out of rough use.

To be Continued…