The Blue Sweater.....

It was the first day of october, I was wearing the blue sweater the one you loved at a local market? The one with a double knitted hem with holes at the end of the sleeves, that I could poke my thumbs through, when it was cold but i didn't like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflection of stars in the ocean...
You promised me to love me forever that night.....
And Boy did you EVER?
It was the first day of December, I was wearing the blue sweater the one you loved at a local market? The one with a double knitted hem with holes at the end of the sleeves, that I could poke my thumbs through, when it was cold but i didn't like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflection of stars in the ocean...
I told you i was three weeks late..
You said it was fate...
You promised to love me forever that night....
And Boy Did you EVER??
It was the first day of May, I was wearing my blue sweater,although the double stitched hem had now worn out,and the strength of  each thread tested as they were pulled tight against my growing belly. You know the one. one you loved at a local market? The one with a double knitted hem with holes at the end of the sleeves, that I could poke my thumbs through, when it was cold but i didn't like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflection of stars in the ocean...
The SAME sweater you RIPPED OFF my body as you shoved me to the floor,
Calling me a whore..
Telling me you didn't love me anymore...
Beat beat pause..
Beat beat pause..
Beat beat pause..
Is the sound of my heartbeat you hear..
Beat beat pause..
Beat beat pause..
Do you hear that sound? Ofcourse you don't..
Its the sound of my silent womb..
BECAUSE YOU RIPPED OFF MY SWEATER..

 

A Tale Of Two

It began as play of two pairs of eyes, gleaming,laughing,joyous,mischievous filled with an energy of youth. With the passage of time,it had become an ectastic dance of love, shyness and something the two couldn't understand,beyond world,beyond this universe in parallel galaxy of dreams they lived together happily. But this was not meant to be their *Happily Ever After*.
The two of them moved apart as the real sadist universe replaced their solitary world,it was the fights of diffrent worlds of the same earth they lived in.. World War-II.
They had dreamt of greying by eachother's side, of the play of eyes to continue till they didn't close. But now he was a war casualty and she left with the children, narrating what was once their A TALE OF TWO.

The Broken Mirage

The World I and You see is gives A false image of what it is in its true self. Our World is of aspiration,a flight to a better,independent tommorow. Tomorrow a mystical land that has all the magic. But it just happens that you start questioning the reality of this mirage created in front of you. This is how I broke my mirage.
Slowly she moved through the white and beige painted corridors that smelled of of typical hospital hallway ,caressing her little son in her arms. Her son crying at a pitch louder than the previous cry, insufferable of the pain the burns had caused him. She no taller than me dressed in a sari,a married woman,a mother, a someone who I never thought I would ever come across.
She as a little girl had been raised in a village,in a small family of peasants with four siblings. A happy little girl raised with love was one day covered in red. Red henna put colour on her hands and little. A red veil covered her face and a shroud of red draped her body. Married. She was at a tender age of 14. Her hopes,aspirations,dreams,love,luck,happiness all tied to a boy,16,who was yet to realize the duties he was embarked to.
She today was 16. Married. Wife. Mother. Housewife. All dreams of that mystic tommorow had fallen prey to the fire that lit her chullha. It now fed on their beliefs of being someone in the future, Someone distinct. Is this the real world? Real life? Reality of such an unreal world? The mirage had to be broken,had to diminish, for the world has never been a wish granting factory.. For I Saw her moving slowly caressing her son with all the love,for her aspirations are now His.
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