Journey to “The End”

She stood at the roof ledge, eyes closed, breathing in the air and letting the memories of her life cascade in full flow, for the final time. She wasn’t afraid, not even one bit. All she desired was freedom; freedom from the dark thoughts of the past, blur thoughts of the present and dank thoughts of the future. The wind was blowing in gusts, but she stood firm, rooted to the spot. No strength, not a single one, could move her today, not when she didn’t want to. She now experienced this sense of self control, for the first time, since years, as far as her mind could take her. It was exhilarating, an alien but magnificent feeling.

Moments passed by. Nothing changed except the position of the sun and the clouds, draped all over the sky. She felt the warmth of the sun, slowly travelling from her right cheek to her left. Her legs didn’t ache, she didn’t feel tired at all. Her hair were flying in all directions, a light curtain of black. She fluttered her eyes open, after what seemed like ages, and let the beauty of nature sink in her soul, for the last time. She looked all around her, the sun, the sky-high buildings, the silly shapes of the clouds, the birds singing along the wind, the kids playing on the roads beneath, their laugh shrill & full of elation. Her mind wandered off to her own, rather quiet and cold childhood. She let her mind feel again, the stab of pain that shot across her body every time she was hit. She looked at the dull purple bruises on her body, repeatedly getting hit made the bruises last forever. She didn’t feel the agony now, not anymore. It would all be over soon.

She wanted her last moments to be happy, a feeling she wasn’t very used to. She thought of the moments when she had, however mistakenly, believed he was the one. She had felt truly happy at that time, no matter how short lived it had been. It never really mattered before & it won’t now, ever.

For the last time, she looked beneath her, the rush of the traffic, the kids & the height at which she was standing. She felt numb now, she wanted this to be over. She spread her arms on both her sides, took a deep breath closed her eyes & took a step forward.

She was flying & going to a whole new world.

Death of a sapien

All sealed and veiled,
And treasures buried,
Our deeds in hands,
And soul now peeled,
Memories of life,
Slowly unreeled.
Them demons and angels,
Now unleashed.
Those engraved scars,
Deeply healed,
No worries of health,
Grains or field,
That silence around,
Those chills you feel,
Pray for eternal mercy,
Kneel forever in yield.

The strength, to move on

I saw, under their shedding eyes, behind their subdued smiles, shadowed by their meager sighs, the search, for the strength, to move on.

Merely, an inkling of thoughts about survival, without having to unwillingly imagine the bloodied bodies, the bullet wounds, the bearded men, the deafening noise caused by the rifle shots, bought a flicker of shine in their now dull and secretive eyes.

Cradling the memories they had together, cherishing the moments they had spent together, letting nostalgia sweep over them, they opened the doors of the thoughts that were full of hope, love and happiness. Momentarily, they envisioned themselves back, under those huge green trees, searching for stars in dark silenced nights, finding the meaning behind each shaping cloud, flying along with the soaring feather-flocks high above in the heavens… Oh the good times. Ploughing further for more happiness, drifting away in the sea of pleasure, it suddenly occurred as a lightening had struck, that those were the moments gone. But, it gave them hope. Still, smiling weakly, but this time, with a little more determination, a little willingness, vowing to themselves, that these memories would never get erased. These reminiscences will never wither.

And thus they gain the strength, to move on.

Life: denied

I write this, for the youngsters we lost in the tragic Peshawar incident and who were not given a chance to bloom and show us what they’re capable of doing for our country. This is the least I can do for them and their families.

Killing those innocent children merely ignited more sparks among the masses resulting in even harsher measures taken against the terrorists. These terrorizing bastards will never win, God is with us. These kids are martyrs. They’ll never die.

No words of mine can be a perfect condolence for those families. No words of mine can be a perfect apology from those little angels. These are just some words that were born in my heart and mind while I imagined their faces earlier, what they would’ve been thinking and doing, as they got ready for the bloody day.

May their souls rest in peace.

A perfection that you can never envision,

A face so happy, so fully crimson,

A delighted child, basking in the sun,

No worries of this worldly prison,

The joys of school, the company of friends,

Enjoying the colors of every season,

Under the shades of the green,

Doing homework and revision,

Full of innocence, love and dreams,

Never hating, no thoughts of treason,

What won’t I give to get back those times,

The childhood days, fragments of my vision.

Claws of death

Before you all read my first post here, I’d like to apologize that it’s about death. Not a good omen eh? Well the thing is, a few days back, a young woman died due to sudden heart attack. I knew her and when I read about her death the news shocked me beyond anything. Pardon me for saying this, but it is a reality. When an old person dies, his/her death is not taken so severely by the general public, that’s because in our mind it is programmed that old age is almost as if their time’s up. But when we hear about the death of a person who is young, it hits us really hard. Last month I read about the death of an 8 year old girl who fell from her school stairs while descending them . It was so terrible to read that news, I can’t imagine how her parents would be feeling. Then the death of the young Australian player Phil Hughes, it was devastating to see how he died suddenly due to one small mistake. The death of Paul Walker, so young, had so much left to do with his life. And there are countless other souls who didn’t get enough chance to live their life. It’s extremely saddening. At the same time, these news make me ponder over death. How would have these people felt right before death clamped its hands around their throat. That horrifies me the most. So this very short poem is dedicated to the young departed souls, with whom death has been merciless. May their souls rest in peace.

A stillness within, with silence bound,
A haunted feeling all around,
Not even my heartbeat made a sound,
Left me terrified and astound,
Fear was prowling like a hound,
Darkness enclosing me in a mound,
No chance to fight or raise a voice,
I was buried suddenly in the ground.