Homecoming March

Time was short but the wait was longer
Like a wandering soul I was restless
For the days to Pass and nights to end
It was my home coming, it was my home coming

The familiar streets waited for my arrival
The familiar voices called out my name
The familiar faces were waiting to smile
It was my home coming, It was my home coming

The needle pointed to the direction of my home.
The Winds blew from the place of my own
The birds carried out the message to the Place
It was my Homecoming, It was my homecoming

There are little remains of this place
And every precious hour had to be saved
I knew i had 25 days of March before
It was my homecoming, It was my homecoming

Along the dark carpet a welcoming Aura emanates
A patient month will finally bid its farewell
To the houses and the people I call my own
It is my Homecoming, It is my Homecoming...

Written for the post  Month of the Year Challenge . Cheers!

Lovely February

A gentle smile greeted them
of winning Promises and trust
A Gentle breeze greeted us
of Calm day and a Joyous month

It was a month of love
It was a month of Celebration
It was a month of birthdays
It was the month of february

I remember the Cold mornings
I remember the tender love
I remember my broken hand
I remember those painful stitches

Yet i have a voidness within me
of nostalgia & candied memories
I let myself fall from a height
only to pick myself up again.

There was still a gentle breeze that night
there was still some wine flowing that night
Cheering to the celebrations that night
It was the month of february that night

This is a post for  Month of the Year Challenge . Cheers!

Fresh January

I stayed awake Welcoming the year

With an open Arms and Gloomy eyes

Counting for the year which promised

Long Health and short pains

Yet the Year began with an Hangover

Where there was no regret of yesterday

The previous night was a celebration of Victory

Of survival, of new friends and new Place

The days here were Long and Hot

The winds here were Strong and Fierce

The lights here were dark and Gloomy

The people here were amazing and Good

We went to the beaches of Atlantic

Where fun and anxiety stayed at bay

We drank our hearts out that day

We cheered to friendship and companionship

Yet it was the first month of the Year

It was the beginning of a new start

How i was wrong when i Said

It promised Long health and Short pains.

This is a post for  Month of the Year Challenge   Which I just happen to come upon randomly.

At times Randomness brings you close to something or conspires you to bring out what you have been hiding within yourself. So true in this case.

This randomness did bring out some emotions of Joy and Self-Discovery that I can easily say has been the best time of my life. Looking forward for writing about the other months too. 

A Melancholy Cry

The feelings of Love in my Heart was over

I threw it off thinking it’s a Poisoned fruit

I poured graffiti on the walls of my temple of devotion

Smashed the window to escape from the Shelter of my love.

A feeling of loneliness replaced the feeling of being together

The noises from my Present replaced the harmony in my past

The lifeless plant on a pot replaced the Roses, which I once gardened

Two glasses of fine Scotch replaced the Romantic setting of French Wines

I have forgotten the feeling of your hands

I have forgotten how your lips feel on mine

I have forgotten how your happy voice sounds

I have forgotten the way you have loved me

In the Voidness of my life I feel your presence

But there is a doubtful Space, which empties itself

I see you drowning into an Ocean and pull you out

Just to see if your heart still beats for me

The time spent were a lot more fun with you around

We dreamed up a Lovely house by the Lakeside

Of Nuptial vows and spending the winters cuddled

Next thing I know you’ll say you want a Baby.

There is always an Image in the Solitary mirror of heart

Hiding within itself every untold emotions and feelings

Igniting a stove in our world that burns without feelings

And a final kiss to the Matchstick that burnt our dream down.

                                                                                                 

The Last Kill: Part 2

                                                        Character Identification: Allen

"Even the Bravest of men with tough arm have a soft heart". For Allen it was always extremes when it comes to living his life. A life devoid of love and filled with Pain for he knew that soon a day would come where he would sacrifice this hardships for a beautiful tomorrow. He just wished when that happens the time freezes instantly so that he could live his hard years completely again in a more beautiful way.

But then even the bravest Soldiers with a heart of a lion will be paralysed by fear. A fear so vivid, so radiant that it would shape the future of his life.

 ALLEN: SOME TIME BEFORE......

Surrounded by a Beautiful valley of Mountains, Rivers and some amazing Flowers stood Allen a Lt. Colonel then in awe of beauty and Pride of being given an Opportunity to serve his country. He had withstand many hardships many Failures to reach this phase of life where he could have been contended with what life had given him.

Whenever he would get a chance he would start writing about his experiences in a Diary. A diary filled with his secrets and Darkness of Youth which he did not want to be remembered again. 

Excerpt from Diary...Page 3

"As a child I would often believe in fairy tales. Those stories which i grew up listening would somehow not fall in the correct place. I would listen to ma talking of an old rip van winkle that would sleep for as long as 20 yrs in some old days. How I wish I could have slept throughout those 20 yrs of my early days. Something I would have surely been happy of. But life teaches lessons of its own and sometimes the simple lessons of life would come from miseries and pain.
My mother was never afraid of the afterlife. Of what is death after all? Where the soul leaves the weak body so that it doesn’t endure the suffering. But all she was afraid of was the death which was imminent because of her lifelong of family sufferings which she have seen throughout her life. Her brother died of some cancer some decades ago, probably the time when the cure for the disease was not found and also the death of my father was before her. She would often hold me tight whenever I was to go away from her. Be it the school days where she would hold me tightly in her arms and would often talk about distinct possibility of not seeing her again or of those tiring long nights where she would often be awake ensuring I slept in peace which i thought was just to express her unconditional love."   

ALLEN: PRESENT DAY!

Today Allen is a wanted criminal accused of Murdering his Brigadier,  bombing his own Squad of Soldiers and now a Killer who has this one last task to do to clear his name from all records. 

The Last Kill -- Part 1

Am I alive???

These were the first thoughts when Allen woke up from his sleep. He laid on a bed and his mind was continuously racing with the reality. Was it the dream or a dark distinct Reality? He started to observe the surroundings now thinking if that could give him an idea of where exactly he was.. Allen He checked on his watch and the time was just 10 mins to 6 in the evening. Everything around him was white. He could see many people around him, everybody Alien. Just a minute observation was sufficient for him to know he was in a Hospital!

Yesterday: 18 hrs Earlier…

“I am not gonna shoot somebody I don’t know”… Allen said in a commanding manner to Charlie whom he met just hrs ago on a train. Charlie was little pleased with the way Allen was behaving to him. You see Charlie taking a life has never been my area of Interest. Charlie almost was amazed by the mere mention of those words. Come on Bro you do feel little upset but you need to remember that Passion is never destroyed. Its just about time everything would be alright, Let me put it this way. Have that kill and the deal shall be finished. You go home a happy man and me I will be contended. with whatever you did, I am definitely not that type of Person who finishes with a Happy ending.

Killing is an art which never grows Old, said my master once Allen. Of all you need to focus on the guy now your subject your main opponent. His name is Peter and he shall be coming by this route tomorrow morning at exactly the same time.  After he finishes his morning work he takes this route to go see his lawyer everyday. Allen just asked out of curiosity. But why a Lawyer? Well my sources close to him says his relationship with his wife has never been nice. Always fighting and he’s sure his wife is cheating on him. So you have your chances when he cross the Ring Road as its always empty and your chances of killing him and running away increases to One- Hundred Percentage. You kill him and come to me I shall be waiting for you in the place where we are standing right now. The Ritchie Street and we shall set the deal which was promised to you. Allen was convinced in the plan which was said to him and he knew he would hit the Jackpot once the work is finished. And all he had to do now was stay calm and finish this one Job which was his doorway to life. He knew this night would be the longest in his life.

Of those Many Little Things

"Past is gone, Present is a gift & future is Uncertain".

I shall put it this way or may be say I am living in now. Pretending that tomorrow's gonna be a better day. Well for starters I do wish at times that tomorrow shall be a day where there's no guilt, no sorrow, no repentance or no grief with my Past. no Grief that what I could do today, no grief of what I could have done in the Past.

There are untold words
Which I need to say
There are beautiful moments
Which I need to replay

There were amazing times
Which I need to rewind
There were some people
Who I wish were kind

There were things
which i needed to Change
There were Friends
Which I wish were never strange

There are memories
Which needs to be erased
There are dreams
Which needs to be chased

There were So many things
Which Is filled with regret
There are so many things
Which I now wanna complete.