The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Tag: Pain
The Hoax
It took her two hours to accept that he stood her up. For the first time in their two-year relationship, he hadn’t turned up.
As she sat at the empty table, she had to admit she wasn’t shocked. Ever since she gave him the ‘news’ of her ‘pregnancy’ over the phone, he sounded distant. Later when she called for a date, he was too busy, which was a first too. But she insisted to meet anyway, hoping to end the hoax-gone-wrong in-person. But now, he was MIA.
She cursed her best friend for suggesting such a joke. The idiot always had a thing against her man. But even she had hoped he might consider marriage. All it did was push him away instead.
Well, she’d just go to his apartment and tell him the truth. She’d apologize for upsetting him…
That’s when she realized the joke was on her…
The first tear rolled down…
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Shattered
Sometimes, I wonder what if
You hadn’t said “Yes”.
Shattered in million pieces,
Fallen all over the place,
I would have longed for you
Like nobody else.
Sleepless nights,
Ragged breath,
The gutting pain,
A constant for years.
Sometimes, I wish
You hadn’t said “yes”,
So wouldn’t be shattered
In the million pieces,
Even after years
With you.
Question I Never Dared to Ask
Why is it so difficult
For you to accept me
With all my frailty?
Why do you have to
Point out,
Ridicule,
Shout,
Curse
Or Hit me
Every time I fail to please?
If human is to err,
Why do you not allow me
To be human again?
Rear View
Looking back,
My vision is so clear,
It always makes me wonder
How I missed it the first time.
When you
Changed your phone password;
Come home late;
Talked on phone past midnight;
Attended out of town ‘meetings’;
‘Worked’ all night at ‘office’…
I wondered if you were
Tired…
Frustrated…
Angry…
I wondered if the blame lay on me,
Until I saw…
I don’t blame you for deceiving me.
I deceived me.
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The Conversations
Each day, I’d wait
To savour your voice
Speaking of little things
That hardly mattered…
When you spoke of
Your undying love
For another,
My heart shattered.
Still I listened
Because,
Even then,
Only you mattered.
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Because Everyone has a Story
This story is now part of a short-story collection. I will share the links soon.
The Star
Under the stars,
You sit on your knees,
Hold my hand,
And beg me return,
Promising eternity again.
Other nights,
You shout profanities,
Ordering me to leave again.
Everytime
I wake up
Drenched in tears,
Wishing these nightmares away.
You still star in my dreams,
My love…
The Road
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The Forsaken
And there she sat on the rock
In middle of nowhere,
Awaiting her sailor
To return home,
Till she turned
To stone.
Typical!
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