Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Oppa Sarang Haeyo..

“Ooopa sarang hayo”, she whispered her last word , a salty tear rolled down her cracked and parched cheek, gently it fell onto her hospital gown. He felt dumb and muted; his body felt stationary that made him impossible to move from the chair that stood next to her bed. Slowly he moved his lips closer towards her and gave a gentle kiss; yet ignorant of the truth that it was his last kiss. Her lips drew a simple smile and then closed her beautiful eyes. Five minutes elapsed but she never reopened her eyes, he hugged and tried to bring her back from a deep slumber but all proved in vain. For the last time he leaned his head over her immobile chest and cried like a baby. But she has slept never to wake up again.

On the task bar of his laptop, the battery signal began to blink, warning of its exhaustion. The power got cutoff an hour before but being fully engrossed in the movie he just forgot to connect the charger. In the nick of time his laptop  got automatically shut down. “oops”! He exclaimed and then just adjusted his position on his bed. He leaned his back on the pillow that was kept in between the wall and his back. The hour hand on the wall clock struck 1am and a sweet melody played automatically. He rubbed his puffy eyes and prepared to sleep.

But the scene from that movie came flashing like a lightening frequently. He felt completely emotional and lost, felt almost tomfoolery to some extent. Actually he was going nuts over that movie and it counted to 10 times watching all over again and again as if he was too dull to understand at once. Moreover he was really touched and heartened by the performance and beauty of the actress. He always enjoyed thinking about her and began to enter even into his dreams.
Most the time he browsed google and search for images of that actress, he just typed “Song hye kyo”, then image of exquisite beauty flickered and appeared in the screen. He downloaded so many images and also printed to be pasted on the walls. People who happened to visit his room came with mouth full of exclamation such as “oh my gosh”, “ goodness “ etc. Every nook and corner were occupied with her pictures some canvas were almost his size.

Time went as it goes, he started to develop strange feelings, and his heart was imbued with strong touch of sensation which he couldn’t describe himself. The food appeared tasteless, and the night too became sleepless. The constant loss of appetite made him anorexic so much so that he eyes swallowed deep inside, as if a big tunnel has been dug right across his face. Friend of him who got concerned about his strange incomprehensible symptoms advised him to consult specialist doctor, but their entire attempt ruined without any positive outcome. The doctor declared his results as NAD, despite their slog medical examination. Short abbreviation NAD stood for “No abnormal detected”. But his condition deteriorated, often he spend whole night crying holding the picture of that Korean celebrity in his palm.

A lethal venom of emotions slowly started taking its toll on him, his memory became fainter like a dim sunlight. He walked a long way in solitude and mumbled to himself all the way. He shouted to any passerby and picked up argument with all his friends. He refrained from going to regular class and loitered around the campus in terrible lunacy. “Sonam, sonam, sonam” at the top of their voice called him but he showed a stony ear. His name meant nothing to him and his reckless presence was avoided by everyone around him. One fine day everyone the college watched poor sonam taken in a car to a asylum. There after they never heard a word about him and his whereabouts, few time a rumor sailed among his fellow mates that he took his own life where as some said he was alive but his condition deteriorated.

Karma was an intimate friend of sonam when he was not sick. He had very cordial friendship with sonam and his absence made his eyes rain with tears.  HE really felt sorry for his friend and always crossed his two hands into one and prayed for the tiny Buddha in his altar. One fine lunar night , he stared out of the casement to the road that passed just below his hostel. Under the bright glitter of the full moon, he saw a solitary man singing a sweet song and dancing in the pin drop silent night. He rubbed his puffy eyes in astonishment and gave a closer inspection. Gods went crazy and discovered it was sonam on the road, not a second lapsed when the man suddenly disappeared like a magic.  Only the stars twinkled and moon shone, jackals howled from the jungle above the hostel forcing the silent dogs to cry in pain and anxiety.  Karma quickly chanted some prayers and burrowed deep inside his blanket, for he knew sonam died and his spirit came to pay a visit to him.

Novin closed the last page of the short story and inhaled a deep air of contentment. He checked the time on his wrist watch; the hour hand stuck quarter past 12 am. His eyes were red and sleepy, without much ado he got inside the blanket and prepared to slumber. Short story from the teepees dairy conjured in his mind, and he felt so sorry for the sonam in that story… “Holy Jesus”, let this not happen to me he prayed and ran into a deep slumber.

Saturday, 15 March 2014

You are a curse..

You are curse to poor country bumpkin like me. All you do is give a short smile to everyone and in fact for obvious reason people appreciates you for these humble gesture you give, but you never realize how it tortures my inner feeling because of jealousy. Off course I am nobody to get jealous for you but at least one must understand that jealousy is a first sign of love , Your smile will be the pearl to me but I don’t want my pearl to be shared with anybody. You have a face with glimmering smile but devoid of love, you show a sign of oblivion as if your heart is made of stone. You never understand and feel the pain I am carrying within me every single day.
Getting in crushes is not always sweet like in dreams, sometimes it brings so much of emotions which are too difficult for my little heart to restrain, all I do is just cry like a baby.  You will never understand the feelings that I truly hide under the parasol of my smile. Often I feel you should walk with some other handsome chaps so that I won’t have to die every day thinking about you. But in reality if you do I won’t be able to bear the pain of losing you to someone.. You are a girl but I know you have got the brain to think and heart to feel, sometimes it really sucks when you just can’t understand the reasons behind my shyness and smile for you. At least you should also give some reactions no matter if it’s a positive or negative one.
I am not born dumb but when you sits closer to me, I feel speech less  and stationary like a statue. I become deaf and some time I feel the current of cold fear run inside the veins in my body. With pretense I walk with confidence and try to talk with you in normal way but my own body damns me, it stammers and voice shivers, words fumble and mumble. You put a million butterflies in my stomachs .

a damsel who tug my heart strings.

Hello girl, you make me pluck the guitar strings,
Because you have tug my heartstrings.
You make me poetic, an artistic and lyricist,
All my improvised poems are about you,
None of arts are without you.
The lyrist In my hymn yearn for your presence.

Bitterly unrequited love cuts my heart,
Incomprehensible paranoia stuck me hard.
Stooping, fumbling and mumbling in your presence,
Yet I cannot conjure your absence.

Deceptive smile your lips draw,
Oblivious of the intimacy you are drawing with me.
Like the evening star you always shine,
Still you cannot be mine.

A day in my heart.

It was 3rd day of the fresh may. I had to attend a practical class, reluctantly I headed to the class with my friend and entered the classroom. She wasn’t there and luckily there were some empty stools right beneath the fan, in the nick of time she too entered like a glittering full moon. She just threw her eyes over those fans on the ceilings and then brought down her gaze towards some empty stools lying zenith the fan. I knew she was looking for some empty seats under the fans to reduce the profuse sweating from the scorching sun outside. Fortunate or unfortunate there was an empty stool just next to me. I wanted to give it to her but I felt dumb and muted, there was a jam to my nervous system and my whole body felt paralyzed. Then and there she came and took that seat right beside me. She stood so close that I can even feel her inhale and exhale, whilst i just forgot my own breathing.
I nearly choked, even did not had a comfortable stay in that short span of time. There was an involuntary cough from my mouth, started to feel muscle break down in my legs, whatever everything added a fuel to the fire. The force of the blade above threw some of her hair to my face, and some felt gently on my lap. OOOOOo ,, “Thank god” I mumbled to myself, oblivious of what actually she was thinking in her head. I could not restrain from being happy and excited, everything started to materialize in my eyes. Not only does she have the perfect beauty but an enthralling hair too. Her light golden hair sparkled in the bright rays of light that came from the countless bulbs in the classroom. Her hairs fluttered and waved with the speed of the fan.
Even today I still cannot comprehend, what makes her hair smell very refreshingly. Her presence always made me paranoid. She was wearing a pink t-shirt that day; the shirt threw an aroma of perfume she had applied that morning. I felt as if I could sense her presence even if she is km away from me. She had a very besotting and enthralling fragrance wafting from her body all the time. In meanwhile the madam called her for the submission of her practical copy. She was always handy and up to date with her home works and practical. As she roused from the stool I felt as if my nail has been stretched from my finger, an intense sadness engulfed my poor heart.
As anticipated, right after she has left the seat, one Indian friend of mine approached and sat on her very stool. At first I stooped my head and pretended to be busy scribbling in the copy. I did that thinking if I could send him back to his own seat, at some point I even thought if I could yell at him to “get lost” , “This belongs to my angel” . Deep down, I knew it would be too cruel to ignore his presence so with reluctance I did the conversation with him. I cursed him for his oblivious interference between she and me and right there I felt like breaking all the 206 bones in his body. His presence really damned me, I could notice her going for another seat. I felt the evil Satan has send him to me to stop her sitting close by my side.

Two hours elapsed and flew away like two seconds in the clock. I wished I could stop the time. A minute later siren rang and we dispersed, I watched her disappear like a mist in the sky. I walked away with smiles but my heart yearned for her presence close to me…straight away I went to my room and relaxed, with my eyes to the ceiling I giggled a short smile of relief. i thought such incidence will never repeat in my life once again……

Under the Banyan tree

Under the giant Banyan tree once,
When the dusk was about to be swallowed by the night.
Two vague silhouettes appeared at a distance,
Like two little love birds they dated.
Intimidated by their envious rendezvous,
I shuffled my legs to turn back and go,
But my apprehensive yet curious heart
Numbed my legs and paralyzed my steps.

I stood on the pathway in solitude,
Not even own shadow has accompanied me.
I gazed the two unknown lovers share their utmost chemistry,
They laughed and giggled beneath the cool banyan tree.
With approach of the pitch black darkness,
Fainter their shadow became.

 The sound of nocturnal bats echoed,
Crickets on the Ashoka tree chattered.
Time in my watch ran like a hare,
Whilst the shadow disappeared
In the wink of my eye.

Not far from where I stood,
I could hear them walk away.
In the cold breezy night,
Laughter of the girl struck my ears.
In the nostrils I could smell her perfume.
A tear of sadness flowed down my cheeks,
For I knew to whom that soft voice and sweet fragrance belonged to.