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Shadows

The shadows of an uncalled past wrap around me like how my skin clutches to my bone. And all my attempts to peel the cutis away mock me with an eerie simper, and I remain in the drapes of my lost moments of love

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Caught in a Vortex

Under the weight of the pale light fighting hard to stand tall in the drape of the wind, though caught in a vortex, he stranded. For the cesspit where she shed away their love in a trice reeked with a fetid miasma, and despite all his efforts to leap away, he remained still keeping her betrayal hidden in his surreptitious smile

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Bizarre Aura

The quietude crawled with faint steps disturbing the night’s serenity, for the silence in blue moonlit skies often possesses a sense of eerie.

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Passing Thoughts

The sky had a different shade of blue, It was the turquoise one that dazzled in the bright afternoon sun blinding my eyes. The feathery thin white cloud scattered sparsely over the horizon, and when I watched the white patches for long, I saw patterns of faces and shapes. Like the Pinnochio’s nose protruding into oblivion. And then between the various morphed images, I saw a blurry face of a long lost friend, beaming with the same curious enigmatic eyes, that used to put me into a spin.  And all of a sudden, the days from yore stood next to me teasing me from yonder.

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And She found hope…

The wind was blowing a tad stronger tonight. The tall shadows of trees visible a while before were now consumed by the darkness of the ghoulish night. Amanda increased her pace as she moved hastily to reach home. The intensity of the eerie was increasing by the minute and the whooshing sound rattled whatever sanity she had conjured thus far.

Form grayness it became pitch dark in a trice. Nothing was visible. She rubbed her eyes to get a view but all it did was increased the obscurity of the blur. Her phone was almost about to die and she dreaded to use it to illuminate the way, but she had no choice left. With reluctance, she put the phone light on. The narrow beam penetrated the darkness with a ray of hope.

Her steps were cautious but it also exhibited haste. And trapped in her convoluted bearings she missed seeing the ditch and fell with a hard thump. While her phone was a few feet away, her spirits were tossed many miles apart. She was broken and lost all hope of survival. The howling of wind had intensified so were some monstrous souls of the ghastly night.

Though fear loomed her existence the urgency was lost. She picked her wretched soul and stretched to reach her phone. The screen came to life and she saw the smiling face her mom hugging her tight. The round doe shaped eyes of her mom appeared intriguing in that lonely surround.  A surge of hope embraced her soul, for she was not lonely anymore

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The Old Building and the Girl

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The old building and the girl

The old building has a charm of its own. Standing tall for eons, surviving the testing times. Layers of dust have wrapped it over time inch by inch, draping the structure in many shades of grayness. The walls exhibited resilience as it quietly observed the junction, crowded with people from all walks.  Maybe the only reason why it stood there defiantly all these years with an uncalled eagerness, for there isn’t any dull moment to accost. As the day advances, so is the chaos. The moving traffic, cars honking, and a cacophony of voices escalate with every passing moment. 

Amongst all such oddity there exist this girl on the top floor of the edifice, whose charm brings an unseen calmness to the otherwise tumultuous walks. She possesses the flair of a gorgeous dream, the hope of a beautiful tomorrow, and the charm of an enticing past. Often she walks the serpentine corridors with hair flowing carefree, wearing an ingenuous smile, bringing meaning to an otherwise anarchic surround. Maybe the only reason why the dilapidated building, the bustling street and the sea of people come every day, maybe to experience peace in the shade of her serene presence. 

Sparkle of my beliefs

Why do I still nurture the thought of a possibility called us when I know your mind is muddled by myriad farragoes and your heart layered with shades of gray revealing nothing. Maybe it is the eye I want to accost, for deep within I know, though you may not say a word, those doe eyes can’t deny showing the sparkle of my beliefs.

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Apocalypse

The dark clouds were crowding the skies in a hustle. The feathery gray ornate patches appeared like gargoyles lurking in the open as if leaping to gulp everything within its reach. And then the wind howled like thousand wolves bellowing in agony. The trees swayed in haste in a futile attempt to escape the wrath. Nature transformed into a horrific caper, standing on the ledge, on the brim to explode. Was it the final apocalypse, the start of the end. All such questions will be deciphered in a trice, only if one would survive to witness

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Farrago

With a hustle, she dashed down the deserted corridors escaping the wrath of the eldritch scream that still echoed through the frail walls, and though the barrier appeared fragile it showed a defiant grit braving the test of times. The clamor now morphed into a deep bellow with a farrago of about an uncalled eerie. She knew the time had come.

But was she ready for it?

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Souls parted but love survived

Clasped in that tight grip many emotions were held, and though she knew it was for a trice it felt like an eternity. As if time had stalled. The chaotic murmurs, the unruly wind, the unspoken words, all came to a grinding halt, for she drenched her soul in his teary eyes. How she wished it to be a nightmare, and maybe she would be awake soon from the horror but she knew it was a fairy desire. She slowly let her grip go but her hand stayed where it was. And then there was a sudden pull, and in that embrace, a lifetime of memories was made before they said goodbye. Souls parted but love survived

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