WE CAN ONLY BE...

We live together…We shall die together…And its ok if we are not Lovers!!!
Those words rang in her ears once again.
They were together. Through their toddler days and finally the graduation years. Hinting the possibility of a secret relationship to the world and then quietly laughing about this trick they played. Friends, truly, sincerely- Just friends!
A day came when they were walking through a not so well lit road and she was about to get hit by a car when he just pulled her back and saved her. It looked more like a super hero on a rescue mission to save the heroine…but then he was always like that. She was convinced about it and happy in his shelter. Knowing fully well that love was taking place of friendship in his heart. But then, it was unsaid and lay untouched. But that particular day after saving her and taking relief that she was in one piece, without any wounds he gave her a moist eyed look and said- You know what… ‘We live together’. She didn’t know what to say in that tense, intense moment. So all she muttered was- ‘We shall die together.’ He looked deeper into her eyes and then finally gave a blank stare a wink and an unexpected reply- ‘Hey! And it’s ok if we are not lovers!’
She ran home. Angry, annoyed, confused, sad. Unable to understand why was it like that. The next 24 hours went brooding about that one single moment. Then finally she gave up and accepted that her first love story, if at all it was, had succumbed to time. And this was it.
They didn’t meet for many days after that. She saw him but hid away, though continued to look at him through the corner of her eyes, struggling to control the flutter in her heart that his presence still caused. From friendship…to almost love…to nowhere.
The next year brought wedding bells along. She looked like the princess of the world in her red outfit. The rites done, the blessings taken, her groom by her side, as she walked towards her car, there was a pat at her shoulder.
He stood there. Dressed in classic black, with a bouquet in his hand. Yes, he looked better than most in that room.
He said- ‘Hey beautiful! You will always be happy. I know that now. Do tell me if you need something.’
She unaffected by the people around returned saying- ‘You should know about what I want. Remember, we lived together.’ To that he reacted with a smile and words she knew well with an added question mark- ‘We shall die together?’ The satire in the way he said it made her laugh and reply- ‘Ya...and its ok…we are not lovers.’
Years passed. They weren’t living together anymore. Responsibilities pushed way into life and she forgot those words. Only one day when she was sending her daughter to school she heard about a badly injured major serving the Indian Army, lying dead in the hospital.
She recognized the name. The photograph. There was no one to claim his body. He didn’t have a family. Just a few belongings. He was a great soldier they said. Fighting till the last minute. The true hero Well, she knew, he always was one.
They didn’t find too many belongings. Just a diary. With his work schedules drawn. His rules written. His important things listed. His goals carved. Nothing of any importance to her. Except the last page where he had scribbled in red-
We hardly lived together
I know we won’t die together
Still…we are, we can only be Lovers!!!

I AM...

I am
The carrier of every body,
The savior of Life that’s Alive;
The messenger of the angels of Death,
The one that you share, spill, unify.

I am
The talk of ancestry,
The rage of youth;
The First flush of anger,
The last blush of Love.

I am
The element of war,
The bond of Peace;
The fill of the Holy Grail,
The wrath of Demonic deeds.


I am
The impure flow,
The chaste essential of sacred sacrifice;
The gush that runs in the branches of your skin,
The thin twigs in the white of your eyes.

I am
All you can take,
All you can give;
All you can share,
All you can conceive.

But then all I am
Is just another… DROP OF BLOOD!

SILENCED

In a time unknown and in a city unheard Soumen and Souwomen lived together. They had the brightest lives, excellent bonding and the most harmonious relations between each other. However they were what one could call as Two in one. Because the Soumen & Souwomen had a different way with their innerself, their soul. They could talk to their souls. Their souls were their teachers and guides. Whenever a decision needed to be taken, they asked their souls and acted accordingly.
Life moved on happilly in that city unheard.
Then came famine. There wasn’t enough food. Children were dying and so were Soumen and Souwomen. Life looked tougher day by day.
One night when the dark hounded the city, a Souman lingered out of his little home. He didn’t know where he was going, what he was going to do. All he knew was hunger and pain. And that he couldn’t take it any longer.
As he continued his walk he saw some light in the nearby hut. The door looked slightly open. He slowly entered the hut, tempted by a smell he well recognized. A loaf of bread awaited his eyes there. His senses evoked his actions and he was about to grab the loaf when suddenly he heard a voice. His soul's voice.
'No u cant do this. This isnt your bread. Wait, you shall get your fill. It wont be as bad as it is. This isnt yours.' His soul was trying to stop him, guide him.
But then hunger was a strong temptation getting stronger each minute. And at this point the soul's voice sounded more like noise. The Souman's soul didn’t feel like a friend any longer. It sounded like an enemy. And enemies need to be done away with.
Half an hour passed. The hut door was still open. But the loaf was missing. And so was the Souman. He was lying in his empty bed. Without an empty stomach after two long days. But Souman wasn’t himself anymore. The enemy had been silenced. And so had his Soul. The Souman was a man now.
When the true owner of the loaf realised the theft, he blamed his neighbour for it. The next night the neighbour was killed and so was another soul.
As time passed more and more Soumen & Souwomen became men and women. They were still happy, sumptous and healthy, but they were also sad, greedy and weak now. Some of them continued to be Soumen and Souwomen still but then, they couldn’t do much because of the increasing army on the other side.
Life continued and still continues in that unheard city. Just that times have changed. And that city is your city, everyone's city. We gave it a name. The World.

Question is who are you? Souman/ Souwoman or Man/Woman ?

MIRACLES OF MY WORLD

If I could stretch the day beyond its 24 hours
If I could make the bee deliver me a drop of honey each day
If I could steal the blush of the pink rose and make it mine
If I could put the fish in the sky and fly it across the blue line.
If I could touch and bring some green to the fallen autumn leaves
If I could raise the wrinkles of an ageing hand
If I could add some light into the squirrel’s burrow
If I could breathe life into my wooden dolls.
I realize I cannot do any of this
Not in the world in which you and I live
So I weave my own little world
Now I know why I am a Storyteller.