The dawn...

“The Barricades were set

And the guns were ready,

the battle field was cut

the soldiers were steady.

The commanders cheered

and we ran our way

The enemy feared

Us and so shall we say!

The pride for our land

Was the reason for the war

Could have been avoided by one hand

But left many memories sour.

And  the dawn was dancing

On melodies from far away,

The birds had left,

They didn’t opt to stay.

T’was a battlefield,

Not your playground my son!”

Said the old dying veteran

 Still Ready to run.

Forever..

*tring tring* her phone rang. It was the number she once knew with all her heart, wasn't sure if she should pick it now, yet she did. "Hello?" she said.
 "Hello" said he. "Who’s this?" she pretended. He knew that she knew who it was. A tear rolled down his cheek, a tear rolled down hers. Utter silence, both knew nothing was left to say now. “Are you there?” she confirmed in the dead silence. “Yes” he replied. Another tear. What could they say now? Everything between them was broken down to pieces and the pieces were burned down to ash. She couldn’t bare it any longer. She didn’t want to hurt herself. ‘You had always been selfish she remembered him say as he left her alone. At an instant she cut the call. A second later the same number appeared again on her screen with her favorite song filling the silence of the empty room.

 “Yes?” she said picking up the phone the second time. “Why did you cut the call?” he inquired. She had no answer to it. “Why did you call?” she asked him. “To wish you happy birthday that’s all” he replied. In her depression she even forgot her birthday! “Happy 51^st birthday mom!” he said and then the phone called ended.
Her only child whom she loved the most was now a stranger for her .

Undue hues and darkness

I saw,

rainbows in his eyes.

but it took me

years to realize,

he used them

to shield

his dark black eyes

with all the light peeled.

At first he was nice

and treated me well

but when he got what he wanted,

he made me go through hell…

..used his hands

and forced himself,

to abuse all night

my feeble self!

The darkness,

is now my friend.

and I always wonder,

how will this end?

With my lifeless frame,

and head on floor.

Or with him behind bars

or behind hell’s door?

But whatever be his punishment

I know I can’t live like this no more!

NOT A LOVE STORY.....just a love letter

Dear Dorothy,

It may seem unlikely for you to receive a letter from me but I can not assure you, if it’s one with no ill news. It’s just a way I found to finally express myself!

40 years ago I saw you in a restaurant reading some book whose same seemed uncanny to me. The moment I saw you, I had a feeling (which still cannot be defined) and I just somehow knew I didn’t want anyone else in my life. It’s either you or no one else. This also seems to be the reason I am going to die alone. Nothing in the world was as pretty as you were and nothing still is. I prayed, wished for you in my life and I did get you but as my best friend and not my wife.  The fault isn’t in out stars dear Brutus, I’d say quoting Shakespeare. The fault wasn’t of my stars that I didn’t get you in my life the way I longed for but I was happy to have you in any way possible. I never confessed my love for you till now. Firstly I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and then secondly I didn’t want to affect your marriage which I solemnly attended with tears in my eyes. You had a perfect marriage and I think you were happy and there is no way I can see you sad even if it means hiding the way I feel about you from you! But now I heard you’re on your death bed and mine might be near too. I hope that when we are in heaven, you and I are still together as friends but I know for sure, no matter where I am, the heavens or the hell I will always love you. My promise to myself about only taking you as my wife has put me in this condition with no one to take care of me, but I don’t blame you. Your smile gave me warmth even in the harshest winters and your presence can not even be compared. You beside me (only as a friend) gave me the best time of my life and no matter how old I grow and my memory fades, I can never forget that time. I remember the happy as well as our sad times and times when you were the reason that kept me alive and gave me the energy to struggle. Only hope, hope that one day you’d be with me. But whatever I got I deserved it and I’m happy with it.

            After three years of your marriage when I saw no need of myself, I left the state and relocated and tried to live a happy life. But every day I ached for you but had sworn to never see you again. After 30 years now I know you must be astonished to receive this letter and maybe you won’t even remember me but that’s alright it was my decision and I am the one to face the consequences.

Dorothy Wells, I have loved you for forty years and I’ll love till as long as I breathe. Hope to hear from you soon.

 Jonathan Clark.

                                                                                                                                       

(THE LETTER BY JONATHAN IS RECEIVED BY DOROTHY AND SHE REPLIES TO HIM.)

Dear Jonathan,

I am severely in no condition to write and hence have asked my eldest to write. The decision you took to leave me alone was yours I agree, but you weren’t the only one who faced its consequences! Forty years ago I saw a boy starring me unstoppably. The moment I saw that boy I was in love with him but could never tell him. My marriage wasn’t my choice and neither was it a happy one. Thomas and I fought everyday on negligible issues. My marriage had become too suffocating for me to survive in for and the fourth year I had divorced Thomas. I was a single mother to two and hoped every day for you to come back from wherever you went without uttering a word. But you never came. I loved you more than anyone could ever love someone. I don’t blame you for the decisions you took. I would have done the same. Maybe it was in our destiny to love each other and yet be miles away. Alike you I didn’t confess because I thought it would ruin our friendship. Had I known you felt this way; I wouldn’t have married Thomas. When my father told me about him I didn’t object because I felt that you didn’t feel the same way about me.

Until right now on my death bed I had no desire to re-live or live for some more time but now, receiving this letter from you, I only wish that I could re-live my life once again. This time more differently. With you as my love, my soul mate. I wish now Jonathan, I wish that you shouldn’t have ever gone. You should have never left me alone, all alone in this world. You cannot fathom the sleepless nights I spent, and hours I spent wondering where you could have gone! It’s not like I didn’t try to find you, but none of your friends or family members knew where you went. Always I thought I am the only one with pain and you must be happy somewhere, but now knowing the truth, I’d say- it would have been much harder on you. New place and between strangers you lived.  How could you?

I don’t wish to receive any more letters from you, I want to meet you personally. Make it quick, haven’t got much time!!
                                        Dorothy Wells

(JONATHAN CATCHES THE FIRST FLIGHT BACK HOME, BACK TO HER BUT IS ONLY GREETED WITH HER LIFELESS CORPSE BEING TAKEN FOR CREMATION BY HER CHILDREN.)