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The Story of a Friday Night

Perhaps,

It wasn’t just another Friday night,

For something magical

Was waiting to happen!

Something special …

Maybe, who knew?

As their eyes met,

Again,

For the hundredth time that night!

A spark

Ready to fly!

A connection

Waiting to be made!

But alas! They looked away

Again!

And with drooping shoulders

And a throbbing heart

But with genuine sincerity

They took refuge in the

Helpless company of

The strangers of their lives: –

Strangers they met every day.

Strangers close to their physical self

But miles apart from their souls!

And the lights blazed,

The music grew louder,

The bottles grew emptier,

As loneliness bit their insides

Yet they were never short of laughs;

They needed a get away

Yet they sat along,

Nonchalantly,

With a contented face,

Gulping down the scotch

Their only other succour of the night

Than one another!

And before time

As they took their last sip,

There was this momentary pause

Just for that tiny bit!

Audaciously agonizing!

But surprisingly romantic!

Accompanied by

The fleeting dilemma

And the nervous heart-beats!

An ephemeral silence …

Engulfed them,

Alienating them

From all the ruckus

Of the outside world!

They looked mystified

As time stood still!

And then,

The final glance!

The final twinge!

The final moment

But of unrequited velleity!

As their broken-hearts

Decided otherwise: –

“Not today!”

“Not today”

As if taking a break

Would resurrect the part of them

That was already dead!

Maybe that solitary moment of warmth

Was all that they wished for!

Or maybe it was fate

As they made their way out.

A moment lost: –

A moment of rejuvenation!

A chance missed: –

A change to be whole again!

The music was still as loud as ever!

Most definitely,

It was just another Friday night,

Mundane, average, ordinary!

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Monsters

She stood contemplating
In the tranquil of
The baleful night.
Goodness got dissolved
In the dark depths of
Immorality and irrationality –
They were but decadent shadows!
Growing stronger in her head
With every tick of the clock
And there she was
Creating monsters
With a broken heart
And a troubled mind!
With conflicted ideals
And misunderstood emotions!
Ridiculed by people!
Ruptured by life!
Abandoned by her kin!
Alone in a hopeless strife!
A misplaced veneer
Of self-righteousness
Imbuing her beyond the realms of sanity
With vehement force
As they aggravated
Their presence inside her …
The devilish fiends!
Wilder, heavier, stronger
With blood on their hands
And vile on their faces;
Without further ado
They took control
And she maneuvered herself
To decide his destiny!

Him, it had to be him.
The smiling face angered her!
The sense of responsibility
Was too much to bear!
How could he be so proper?
How could he be so peaceful?
Every detail of his existence
Erupted flames of envy
And her soul burned
Her world of anarchy
Was threatened enough
To wake up the evil inside!
Time to let go …
Time to wreck havoc …
The monsters were summoned,
Breathing malice,
Itching to cut lose,
As she closed her eyes,
Shook her head,
Tightened her jaws
And wrapped her fingers
Tightly around that shiny object!

In that pitch black alley
The deadpan stillness
Was broken by the howling screams!
Blood trickled down
The garbage man’s neck
As he collapsed on the trash
Which he was about to take out.
The wind hissed.
The dogs barked.
The stink of the muck around
Surpassed the odour of sanctity.
As he breathed his last!

She was nowhere in sight!

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