Forever & Always..!!!

Tring! Tring! Tring!
as soon as the phone rang her heart skipped a beat..

Abegail stepped out from the bathroom and glanced at Paul,who was talking hastily over the phone.No sooner did he catch her gaze,he quickly hung up.

She understood who it was on the other side,and without a word she walked towards the kitchen to make the morning breakfast.

Paul very well understood her silence,and he was now in dilemma how should he break the news to her!

He stepped in right behind and pressed his chest against her back.Her frown softened and she turned to face him,tears rolled down her rosy cheeks,letting out a soft murmur.He held her tightly and kissing on forehead,he comforted her.


"I've to leave, Love, today!" and without saying another word they stared into each other's eyes.

He so wished if time just came to a sudden halt.All he wanted was to keep holding her and looking into those blue eyes.


He had loved her since the very first day.They met at a party and she was the prettiest girl in the room,her blue eyes shined,and to him she was no less than any Greek goddess.His heart had melted in love.

They chatted all along,laughing and her blushing at intervals,whenever he passed a compliment.And then He had seen her walk down the aisle,and that very instant he knew,it was her,forever and ever.


He packed his luggage and left with a goodbye kiss.


She knew long holidays weren't meant for those working with the US Army.And she dint mind it at all,the only thing that bothered was he had to leave the very next day after the wedding.

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Seven months passed and he hadn't returned yet.Paul wrote to her occasionally describing the situation at the front.At first it was always about transfers to different location,about the weather and his mates,and that he misses her all the time.But soon the letters described the horrific picture of the war and about his dead friends and generally it ended on sad note.


Soon after letters stopped coming,and she dint have the slightest idea,why?


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The war had ended and she waited for him to return.Her heart pounding like never before,and all she wanted was to get a slight glance of him.


She waited but he dint come.A friend of Paul ran up to her and handed her a letter.


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Back at Home.


She was very angry with Paul,he should have informed her that he would stay back.She had promised to herself she would not open the letter until he returned.


But by evening,she was restless,and finally breaking her promise,she opened the letter.She read till the last word without the slightest reaction on her face.


She dropped the letter onto the table.Walking up to the wardrobe,she pulled out her wedding dress and then she put it on along with the Jewels.Then she flattened out the sheet on the bed and laid down.


The darkness crept up slowly masking the dim light and silence hung there for a while.

26/11

When the terrorists struck on 26 November 2008,no one could believe this could be happening to Mumbai,to the people it did,at the places it did.The deadliest attack on Mumbai since the 1993 bomb blasts.But that dint squeeze out the spirit of the people.Life always moves on....In the end this has become a story of two sets of men with guns.

Nobody remembers the count.All are stacked up in old newspapers,dirty and dusty.

But those affected and kin of all those dead,will they ever forget?

The mother who lost her child,will those tears rolling down her cheeks ever stop!The wife who lost her husband,will she ever sleep in peace!or the child who has lost his/her father,will they see their father's name forever in writings!

These are the fact,the reality of life.Nothing will ever fill that space in these lives.

Mohammed Ajmal Amir Kasab,was hanged after 4 years of trial,did this act get their lost members back to them?

The answer is 'NO'.

Its just a condolence to all those families.A way of providing the right justice.

But will this ever stop terrorism?Did this teach any lesson?

I don't think so,even if lesson is learnt nothing has been acted on.

All I can do is just pray,that this must not repeat,and if it does may be we(people) wont be in a state to forgive and forget it,all over again!

Sung in Silence

Deep inside my heart aches slight;

I want to say but cnt find the words right,

In wandering eyes that silent,stare;

Yet whatever I say you just won’t hear,

All I ever wished for was to make you smile;

If only you could stay even just for a while,

Why is language so misleading?

At least it is my heart and not yours that’s bleeding.

Why is it we cannot be placed in the society?

Just because we cannot speak,Sweety!

Tell me what's my fault?

I feel like a food without salt,

It is one I shall forever mourn;

I have to leave now for my heart is torn,

It must drift away in sigh after sigh,

I'm running out of words to explain,

You never understood a word I said,

This must mean our bond is dead!

My words will never form Speeches;

This is what my life misses,

Born with a wordless mouth,

My songs will never be heard,

For such soundless voice only tears will show,

Fading as I may... they will never ever know!

Hold Me Tight & Kiss Me Slow.....

 There she was asking for death wish!

Sylvia was suffering from depression.Doctors began their siege thereafter,with attempts to physically excommunicate the sadness from her body with electroconvulsive treatment,and for a while she regained normalcy,returning to academia.But the memories of her tender age eight-her father's death remained carved with stone.It seemed he took her with him to grave and that was when her sorrow first reaped.

Nothing impressed her,it was like the end of the world to her.Her insatiable zest for life could never make her find happiness in anything.She remained drowned in her own thoughts,and it was then when her life took a full spin.

She met Matthew,who seemed like the man of her dreams,but who knew he later would be blamed for hammering the last nail in her coffin.

Matthew O'Brien,an established businessman,married troubled Sylvia soon after embarking upon a stormy affair,tainted by his own infidelities and her own tragic flaws.
For her life never felt so beautiful,Matthew was the therapy to all her problems and a child completed all those empty spaces in her life.Everything seemed usually normal.

But shortly after that,she had a miscarriage and her marriage was falling apart.If this wasn't enough,Matthew left her for another woman.

She could see her life choking to death.Living in a cramped apartment with her two year old son,broke and ailing,Sylvia fell into the custody of her inner demons as depression reared its ugly head again. Fueled by the delirium of the flu,heartbreak and depression,she took to pen and parchment.
Her letters described raw,frightening and eloquent honesty laced with macabre and jolting imagery that detailed her almost seductive obsession with death.Her words writhed with a palpable pain,giving insight into the psychic purgatory in which she lived during those days.

Her dark old memories re-entered without a knock,and it was when she first attempted suicide by swallowing copious amounts of sleeping pills.Though she was saved,but for her the near death in the sieve of sleep felt like a whirling blackness that she honestly believed was eternal oblivion and grew obsessed with this new feeling.

Soon after the incident she told the doctors and psychiatrist about how she felt about her father's absence,"I was eight when they buried you/At twenty I tried to die/And get back,back,back to you/But they pulled me out of the sack/And they stuck me together with glue."

Her sessions showed no improvement,and in one of her session she told her doctor,"how she envies the freedom that men have,but as a woman,worries about getting pregnant."

Sylvia's death drive was inherent,not actually attributed to the circumstances of her life.The subconscious sickness that had latched onto her psyche so very firmly had infected that most basic of human desires:THE WILL TO LIVE.

She couldn't see any beauty left in her surrounding,her child was a mere remembrance of all her pains.She now found beauty in only DEATH and death alone is all she spiced for.

One winter morning she,left out bread and milk for her toddler sleeping in an upstairs bedroom.

Then she went down and turned on the gas.