The Story of a Poem

Once upon a time, there was a poem. She was not just words. She was not just punctuation marks. She was an expression.

Though everyone would come, read her and often appreciate, she was pretty much all by herself most of the times. She would just sit back, reflect on her own self and wonder what she was. And why she was what she was.

She would avoid talking to the other poems. Even if one would come to cheer her up, she would pass. Not because she did not want to be happy. But because, she did not know if she was meant to be happy. She wanted to know the purpose of her existence. She wanted to understand the feeling that she was meant to convey. Continue reading “The Story of a Poem”

You’re My Hero

Heads would turn as she walked down the street. Gentle breeze would flow through her silky hair and feel mesmerized. Her walk comprised the majesty of the royals. She possessed a flawlessly toned body; his desire and her envy. Seeing her eyes, twinkling stars would blaze of jealousy. She resembled a princess from the fairy land.

No one wondered why she had won The Most Gorgeous Dog of the Year award at the National Dog Show year after year. She was beauty personified in the body of a Golden Retriever! She precisely signified her name, Daisy.

But, there was a ‘but’. All of this would turn into a reason for her to be scared every night. Tonight was no different. Continue reading “You’re My Hero”

Slow Death

You are on a date.

You look handsome, she looks pretty.
She is smart and you are witty.

It is going perfect. You had a romantic candle light dinner under the moonless starry sky followed by a tender dance. Welcoming romantic gestures surfaced on her face every once in a while.

You are driving back. You hardly hear what she is saying because fantasies have engaged your senses.

You don’t know for sure why, but you have a feeling that this could be “The Night”.

She plays with her hair while she invites you to her place; if you could hang out for a little while. She has already told you that she lives alone. Her mischievous smile and a tongue rolling on her pink lips reveal her plan.

As your fantasy takes wings and begins to fulfill, your excitement starts exhibiting through your stammer.

Hesitant on the outside, you say, ‘Yeah, Sure.’ while you drool inside.

You border on her place located in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

And Bam! An emergency alarm goes off in your head. Continue reading “Slow Death”

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