Hynotic illusion

I don't know what is true love. But all I know for this moment is when you are in pain, it hurts me.When someone calls my name like the way you do, my breath stops. I simply light up only thinking of you smile.I miss you like how the drought held land wants rain and like how the dark cloudy sky wants the ray, the sun's ray, the sunshine. All I know is I love you like crazy.

For you

Love is a very small word to describe what I feel for you.. Fear is an invisible word next to you..life is a precious word after you.. Future is an exciting word with you.. Death is nothing if it's for you..

A chance at rhym.

The other half of me left behind,
been through the same road time and again,
nothing to lose, nothing to gain.

A Trick

My trick to survival- to constantly plan, do, think, plot, say, believe, write about doing something Crazy, something Outrageous, something Beyond, something Exceptional.. Something that will help me laugh later..

Micro fiction

She says, " It wasn't betrayal, they were chances; for others. What could I do? You left a void in my life, someone had to fill. Now, I love you both" All I could do, was stare at those proud hazel brown eyes that I fell in love with not knowing what I had till this moment.

Ants

We plan. We dream. We hope, and then we attach ourselves to them so it becomes a source of our happiness and contentment and you wait for them to come true and dream some more and start hoping they all come true soon and then you make plan B and plan C and also reach plan D, so that something works out, if that doesn't. You wait and wait. And then all of it flops down, shatters...you look like a fool. Like a tiny Ant (Me) carrying a tiny piece of sugar (My dream), among a million other ants and it rains before you imagined and all your hard work is washed out and you are also washed out. But guess what? You still hope. Hope, that the rain that destroyed you and your dream leads you to a huge grain barn waiting to be infested and used. And that again becomes a dream. And you start hoping and start living it now and thinking that this one will come true, you start moving ahead.

You take a turn, smiling and face a huge big black hungry beetle(depression, competition) who starts eating you and your dreams while you only looked for food, shelter , company , clothing and friends and forgot about your enemies. You run. You run for life. Somehow all the other problems of life appeared like dust carried by the wind. One of your ant fellow mate gets trampled by one of the legs of the same beetle and another co-mate is eaten up. Another is struggling to survive. You look to see and wait to think. You go forward to help but you know that there’s no guarantee that you’ll come back alive. You still go. You don’t help but beat up the big beetle, beat it hard with a log of wood. You take out all your anger. You don’t reach and neither do you win. But then seeing you, other ants help. And pull the beetle down, but together. And you wonder if you did this earlier you wouldn’t have lost out on other ants and that’s the first time you thought about other ants. And you realize that thinking this way your problems are quite less. At least you lived to make some more problems and dream some more. The ants who saw you offer help, now offer food, shelter, clothing, security and a new mate…everything’s fine now…everything’s good. Comfortable. You are even reproducing now. So you go back to your earlier dream...Hoping that happens. Now you want all of it. You grow in greed. Dissatisfied. Not content. Angry.

You, think, yes this did happened. Fine .but why not that. You are not happy anymore.

  To be continued….

Disclaimer: extremely morbid. venture at your own risk.

             She woke up, sat upright, although she didn't look dizzy. The temperature around her felt quite higher than the normal, but she felt so comfortable in there, that she felt it suited her. She looked like, she was running a high fever, but felt beautiful and powerful from within. She walks into the bathroom, like she was gliding, floating, turns the door of the room to view the mirror hung on the door. The girl saw that the reflection she caught up with had the most exquisite face in the world, her sensuous lips, an artistic nose well carved, skin, so pale, clear and spotless, like she didn't look real, yet believable. Her eyes although spoke of a different tale altogether. Pain, was all that was there, like wanting to cry till there was no end, like they have put through so much of turmoil, but still her eyes manged to look captivating enough although peaceful. Sad, distressed but peaceful. Most of all, physiologically speaking, the structure of her eye looked slightly enormous to her face, and the white part of her eye( the sclera) had a dark tinge of red than usual, with pitch black eye balls, like they were painted, but with all this, there was still beauty, pain and love.
        Now, looking at her reflection and sighing, she realized, she couldn't breathe easy, like there were boulders blocking the air from the external, like she had to fight to let oxygen reach her lungs. She turned her head, twisted her neck sideways to glance closer, that's when she saw, she had 5-6 slits on her long, fragile, slender neck, blood had dried on the cuts, dark maroon, fleshy slits, like a set of gills on a dying fish on land. She screamed, touching them, feeling them, now only in fear and in a feeling of revolt.All of a sudden, she felt a move, something touch her back, something wet, as a reflex,gracefully pulling down her clothing, she turned, to view her back, only to see, wet green coloured worms  nesting on her back with green eggs, going in and out of her flesh. A portion of her long slender back was hollow, but populated with green eggs and worms, seeing this, she wailed into a hollow, screeching deathly cry....
        I woke with a start,with a force, tears streaming down my eyes, sweating at my extremities, felt my temperature drop. The girl's face flashed in my head repeatedly. It was me!!! Why was it me? Why was I like that? What exactly the dream meant? So beautiful, in pain and horrific, but still me! I touched myself all over in a manic way to check and recheck for worms, slits, blood, anything green, anything not human. Still not calm, I ran to my bathroom, to look into the same mirror, there was nothing. Just me.Nothing. So, I was dreaming. But, the house, the bathroom, the mirror were all mine.
       There are some unnatural things that never leave your head, no matter, how hard you try, this is just one of those.