Short Stories

Here are the stories I wrote for Kathalaya while interning with O&M

A cry...

Its dark, and I don't want to see your face

But it blares out loud,

Like the chicken in the chefs skewers,

Calling out for help it cries,

Drowning in its own blood.

Hither tither I run

Seeking corners, afraid of my own shadow

Dreading to see a ghost

Of the past, of our past...

“Go away monster! Leave me alone”!

I cry, to hear echoes of silence

I choke on my breath as it gets heavier...

You presence lingers on.

There were days of lush green

When the chrysanthemums and the sunflowers bloomed

In the direction we moved

But then came the dark cloud...

Your presence, lingers on.

I write to face my demon

The one I’ve nurtured for a while

Writhing in pain and agony

Speeding my demise

I beg forgiveness

But its too painful to ask

And so I write, my friend

For the times gone by.

Quest

And its been so long

Since the nib touched the parchment

And words flow

Of their own accord

My muse, my vice

You are my story, my device

I write for you, my love

Yet another verse...

Emotions devoid.

She said this and set foot

On a journey with no route

Divination she aspired

A rendezvous with the stars...

With blisters on her feet she walks on

Pain it seems, she is void of

Numbness seeks her

Antagonism sewed deep

Peace and quiet

The grave beyond beckoning...

Promises, lies! Promises, lies!

If only she could get in...