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The Other Side

Standing at the edge, a young bride peers into hazy nothingness. A swinging bridge in front and a yawning abyss beneath – did she know what she was doing?

 “Come hither little one, let me whisper in your ears.”, a voice looms out of the darkness.

Danger, risk and adventure being synonymous with her name, she leans further still. This day is about her – for once. Not the white gown, not the make-up - her beauty is defined by a quiet look of determination.

Her eyes display intent to reach the other side, marred only by confused thoughts of “across or below?”

She sighs and takes a step forward, engulfed by a swirling mist. Thoughts and emotions hit her hard, memories try throwing her off-balance. She shudders, extends her hand to grip a railing that isn’t there. Eyes wide, she takes a deep breath, “I have to do this.”

 “Nightmare or dream come true – take your pick. Face your past and fears. There is no escape, until      you’ve seen it all over again.”, whispers the faceless voice.

From the mist emerges a shadowy shape, a figure she was unprepared for – as always.

“Red roses in full bloom
 Beautiful, but watch those wicked thorns  
 The ones that seek to protect and defend
 Even against the most harmless  
 Seek the ones that you sought once
 There may be no other time”

Thus said, the misty figure disappears. She looks at her hands, at the bouquet of white roses in her hand, watching them as they slowly stain red.

 “Beautiful pain..Yes! That’s what it is, this relationship you longed to end but could never let go.  Pandora’s box opens again – let’s see what you get.” 

Suddenly, she hears laughter, of a man happy and content. But it chills her bones. “No. Not you. Again.” 

“Yes it is I – the Joker
  The albatross that you can never hide 
  Spiels of laughter define my very existence
  And the undying mockery I made out of you
  It is I who keeps you awake night after night
  For this is not a cruel joke, just life.”

And he blends into the thick fog, his laughter dying alongside. Yet, it echoes in her ears – never forgotten, never remembered. An anguish that she will never be able to let go, that none will let her lay in peace.

 “Can you place your tourniquet higher still? Higher and higher till you reach your throat..Squeeze it  tight..Relief forever!”

She takes another step forward, heavy heart and weary head, only to collapse mid way of her destination. Head bowed low, she cries, cries for help – with not a soul to hear her.

“A cursed being – a plague, a disease
 A dark alleyway, an unlit highway
 A pinch of cyanide, an IV of hope
 A 100 ft drop without a harness
 Only, this is not an amusement park
 Arguments, counter arguments
 Justifications and twisted facts
 No courtroom, yet sessions adjourn
 Verdict’s out, unvocal but enforced
 The silver lining long gone, thunder rolls on
 An eerie blankness, cold comfort
 Songs unsung, dreams unravelled
 A merry go round gone wrong
 Stuck in motion, in the same place
 Inertia, no wheels turning
 Or simply paralysis.”

Thus ends her soliloquy, but not her fight. Scrambling to her feet, she looks toward her destination. But in all the confusion, she has lost her sense of direction – not knowing front from back. There she stands, wide-eyed and aghast, till this day.

No, she won’t risk the walk, there’s too much at stake.

 “For this blushing bride, was this the most important walk in her life? Probably. The most difficult walk –  definitely.”

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A moonless night with no purpose or direction

Whilst sunlight was a stark reminder of existence

So we hid behind a carefully crafted veil

It was a drop of wine, when our sanity spilt over the brim

Subtle hints where recognition failed

Waiving every warning sign, rushing along

Rearranging messy lives, realizing reality

Dancing images in a puddle of water

Vaguely familiar – a broken reflection?

And a sudden clarity of thought, void of hesitation

A story emerged, fiction with facts none but us could see

Shedding inhibitions, and fake masks

Taking the long journey back to innocence

Surprisingly shortened by a shadowy figure – an alter self

Raging fires threatened to burn our castle

How they underestimated the rain that would fall

Quenching our thirst, and dampening their hopes

Binding us together, stronger and closer than ever before

Intimacy as never felt before, a trust to beat all odds

A death wish, a kiss to instill life in this hollow body

Ending with a pleasant jolt, of dying in your eyes

Now the moonlight feels warm against my cold skin

And each whisper of breeze touches my soul

The heat seems mild, a halo that surrounds me

FIFA 2006 - an alternate reality

Heads turned as she walked into the restaurant – chicly dressed, her slender figure stood out. She tossed her hair and walked over to her date, high heels clicking on the marble.

‘Hi! I’m Jean. You must be Giovanni?’, she said as she sat down in front of him. Dressed in black formals, he took her breath away – tall, dark and handsome. And those eyes…….

‘Nice place you’ve chosen. Very classy.’, she proffered and starting the conversation. ‘Yes! It was the only place that stays open till the game ends’, he replied as the LCD screen came alive with a direct transmission from Germany.

“The soccer final? Oh, the violence of it all. Not stylish at all!’ she said.

‘Style isn’t on the field. It’s off it. Right now, its only about the game’, his eyes riveted on the screen as the match kicked off.

‘The game? So that’s why we’re here, instead of a romantic sojourn together?’

‘Romance? I’ve only just met you!’, he exclaimed

‘Let’s just order shall we? Wine and Cheese?’, she suggested. He made a face and said,   ‘Cheese is for mice! Lets ask for a risotto. I’ve heard it’s very good here, and red wine!’ And without waiting for an answer, he placed the order. She sat there stunned, just as Italy scored their first goal.

‘How could you order without asking me?, she fumed

‘What was there to ask? I wanted to order for the lady.’, he justified.

‘Oh really? Unfortunately, I happen to be allergic to rice. So now, I’ll order something else!’, she stated as France equaled Italy’s score.

They ate in silence, till the penalties. As Italy won 5-3, she said, ‘Would you like to come home for some coffee?’.

He got up, ‘I don’t think you’d accept no as an answer’, and Italy lifted the cup in triumph.

Erased Epistles

And time stood still. Yet again.

They stood face to face, on either side of a chasm – deep and wide. Looking into each other’s eyes, for some spark of recognition. They failed to see it.

‘I..umm..what do I call you?…’, said the emotion
‘Names are not required here. It would complicate things more.’ spoke the rationale.

They stood, reaching out with their eyes – but not connecting.

‘Don’t do this. We can co-exist, like before.’
‘There is a possibility. But the risk is too high. You won’t be able to handle it.’
‘Goddamn you! You can’t read into my mind..my actions…You just don’t know.’, shrieked the emotion.
‘Yes. You’re right. I can’t. Maybe I never could. Or we would never be here now.’ the rationale replied.

They stood at the edges of the chasm, while the bridge lay unused. The same one where they had once stood together, while the world rushed by.

The rationale spoke first, ‘Did you lead me to the center only to push me off?’
‘No, I never intended…’
‘Intent is deceptive. Did you not know the vortex of thought would destroy me?’

The emotion stood shocked – openly displaying feelings for the first time.

‘Don’t worry. Your intent was well disguised. Bravo! For you have succeeded. You made me feel emotion.’ continued the rationale. ‘You … gave me strength and took it away in an instant. You led me to the top and threw me off the cliff. You led me to the lake, and drowned me in it. Yes, you destroyed me.’

‘I am your culprit. Forgive me. There was no malice, no hatred – just ego. It shattered me too, and only you can put the scattered pieces together. Please, don’t do this. Give me another chance – and this time, I won’t pull you down., and the emotion hung it’s head in shame.

‘Don’t blame yourself. I let you rule me. I put myself on self-destruct. You were merely a catalyst. I have no options left to gain. Don’t berate yourself over this. There’s too much in you that you can use, if you choose to, and choose wisely. I never knew you could be a cold strategist. Maybe you could use it in a positive way, for once. There are others waiting for you, or whom you are waiting on. Let me not stop you.’ quavered the rationale.

A tear fell from the rationale’s eyes – the emotion it had not want to show.
But it went unnoticed.
They stood there, the bridge weakening with every passing moment.

‘What do you want?’ the emotion asked
‘You’
‘What do you not want?’ asked the emotion again
‘You’, stated the rationale simply. And smiled. ‘Don’t look so puzzled. It doesn’t go down well as an impression. It’s simple enough to deduce.’
‘Precisely’, came the reply.

The rationale gave a sharp look of cognition. The emotion, a look of alarm.

‘I’ve let you go. Do as you please. If you need a tad bit of rationality, don’t hesitate to ask me. But try finding it in yourself before you ask. For I still haven’t let go of you.’

So said the rationale, and stood staring at a point in the distant horizon. The emotion looked around at the destruction, not realizing the magnitude. The writings on stone seemed to fade away, erasing sacred epistles.

And time stood still. Yet again.

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