Sunday, October 12, 2014

An Evening With Her.

girl on a swing, photo of a girl and a swing

The sand rejoiced as they haven't seen such a beauty so close, they clung on to her naked feet, to touch her gentle skin as if it was their long forgotten wish. She was beautiful and so was she kind as she let them touch her feet without any bother. She giggled and hummed some old song while a small silver double ring on one of her toe’s shined brighter than the silver moon up above. Look, look how is my new shoe, she asked me with a playful smile pointing to her feet dug into the sand making her own sand shoes. She started swinging back and forth, enjoying each moment and dragging her legs on the white sand occasionally to feel its warmth. The odd creaking sound of the chain disturbed the air which was silently listening to her song without any movement. They suddenly rose from the trance and started moving gently through the palm leaves that stood around, then to the swing post and finally down to kiss her black hair.

She pressed her toes hard on the sand and carried the swing as high as she could. It felt like she flew up to the sky and touched the full moon with the tip of her nose.  The breeze still roamed around her as she stretched her legs straight and lay back facing the sky, swaying back and forth in that graceful posture. She was still yet was dancing; the stars who were watching her from above couldn’t resist joining in and so they started dancing as they desired, forgetting their positions in the sky. Her hair dangled down and moved opposite to her motion in objection to her not letting them join with the stars, they slightly touched the sand below and invited them to join their dance.  The sand was so happy as they enjoyed the dance and then turned to the sky to taunt the stars, saying that the tiny, shine less they were dearer to her than the ever twinkling them. It was all a treat to my eyes as I sat in the swing next to her idle and amazed, thinking to myself that how lucky I am to have her.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Lying In The Park

Playing children, happy Children, fresh and green

It was Sunday and I didn't intent to go to the park, it was a usual visit to my friend’s house and he literally dragged me there. Though it was almost 6.30 in the afternoon, I wasn't amused by the idea mostly because of the climate. It was mid-summer; the air was dry and the land still radiating the heat from the setting sun. It was too hot outside and I preferred staying indoor in the confinement of the concrete walls enjoying the air condition. Any way I am here now out in the openness of the park, the usual picture of a park doesn't apply to this one though. There was less grass and more sand, it wasn't crowded at all but still there were people walking in the walk way some alone and other in pair, chattering and self-indulged in their own world that they don't even care to notice the ones passing by. In the park there was a small playing area for children, with swings, slides and lot of loose sand to play on. There were a dozen of them playing in it, with plenty of laughter and chatter, while their less animated plump moms were sitting on the bench nearby indulged in serious conversations about cookery shows, their neighbor’s problems and the trouble they are having with their children. Most mothers thanked the schools, not for the elite educating their children got from there but for simply subjugating them for five to six hours. There is a saying in our country were most believes in reincarnation and karma that the worst enemy in one's previous life is the one that is born as his child in the present. But I don't believe in all these crap and to me I love children, they are innocent, simple, cute and filled with energy, above all when I am with them they make me a child who can be happy without any constraints of the adulthood. So here is my opinion, I don't care what most parents think, children are totally fun to be with, explicitly when they are not your own of course. In that moment of enlightenment my mind drifted into the future where I have a child of my own, may be two or more if I was that evil in my previous life. The cuteness, innocence and laughter, all disappeared from my eyes and all I could see was sleepless nights at first, compromised life style after and meaningless death in the end, all in the race to raise the child. I snapped out of the thought with a shock and looked at the children playing care free in the dirt, little devils in flesh and blood they are, I thought, playing all innocent and cute.

I was moving through these thoughts and before I was even aware of it I started walking with my friend, a few rounds around the walk way and I started dripping from my head to toe. Though walking seemed exhausting at the beginning, I started enjoying as it went. My body started to feel the freshness and more over my head felt light and all the tensions from my work just got erased. A little walk is not bad after all; I picked up some pace and started to jog. I am not a lean guy, not a muscular one either, a little bit over weight if you look that keenly, so like all those in my bodily category a sudden inspiration struck me, I need to take care of my body now, starting from tomorrow, evening is jogging time though deep inside I knew that it's not going to happen. Few more minutes passed and every inch of my body was wet, I searched for a nice place to lay flat. My friend was still at hard work while I lay on the grass, watering it and watching the dark sky. It seems the same, even though thousands of miles away from my homeland, it is the same sky that I used to spectate from the terrace back home. I use to make sword out of the Orion cluster and will fight the evil swordsman on their black horses, becoming the white knight for humanity. Into the unknown darkness I will swing my star sword, tearing apart the dark space and bringing light to all, the surrounding stars will twinkle brightly showing their respect and gratitude to the warrior. In that heroic memory I naively raised my hand towards the sky to pick that sword up, to become the knight once again.  

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Always You

Always you, Written Love, You, Love

With a thousand friends,
And hundreds of channels,
Why is it that I still -
get bored without you.

With a thousand friends,
And world at finger tips,
Why is there only you -
to hear me out.

With a thousand friends,
And hundreds of groups,
Why is it that I still can’t -
find anyone like you.

With a thousand friends,
Mostly just a count of faces,
 I know, why is it that I -
would still stand by you.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

A Death Note

Burn out Candle, Life & death, life ends

It’s been fun drifting through the uncharted terrains of life even if it was for a short while. This might be my last note to this beautiful world, the last trace of my existence that I wish may last long enough for someone to read and realize that I did exist. The devil that's been behind me from the very moment life touched the shapeless lump of me in my mother’s womb has caught up to me now. I can feel its frozen breath over my shoulders and its long fingers around my neck; it chokes me by sucking out the last ounce of hope.

The road in front has shrunk into a fine thread, so fine that I can't see it anymore; I feel its pressure under my foot threatening to break on each step. Hopelessness is something that I am used to enjoying these days, especially the severe pain in my stomach; in fact I am addicted to it now. The poking, pinching, stretching and occasional shower of molten metal inside is keeping me awake and clear, the morphine is an enemy; it drowses and prevents from screaming out loud to the heart’s desire.  Pain, pain, the only thing that is keeping me sane, I want to take more and more of it so that the darkness of fear won't engulf me alive. The moaning and crying of my dear ones will pass as I rest my head and spread onto earth as ash, washed away by the rain, carried around by the river, bathed, refined and finally resting gently at a river bed to be brought back to life again, by a tiny seed. Back to this beautiful world but now to spread hope and green.

P.S: I am Back…… R.V.K

Wednesday, January 1, 2014


Light lit goodbye sign

Goodbyes are always hard -
 but this time I’m prepared.
Knew’d never get to say bye -
the way it is mend to be.

But this time I’m prepared -
to cherish each moment -
spent with you, for I knew -
it was time to say bye.

But this time I’m prepared -
to walk with you,
just like you once did,
guiding my tiny steps.

But this time I’m prepared -
to show how much I care.
And to thank you for -

all that I have become. 

by Algo

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