Despair, anguish, anger – beginnings of all great stories.
There was some kind of silence in the air.
Each blamed the other for being cold.
She craved attention.
He was guilty for being away.
She waited to be pampered.
He was afraid of her anger.
They turned away and slept in silence.
All the while missing each other.
Day 2 Inktober – “Wisp”
In her dreams, her burning desires come alive.
His warm and loving side disappeared as he let out a monstrous roar. “Go away”, howled the beast and pushed a boulder off the cliff in his frenzy of rage. Now, he was all alone. In his loneliness, he pondered on how his bad side had taken total control of him. He stared blankly into the darkness of his cave and let out a deep sigh. A few minutes later, he noticed a faint light. He turned around to see that his loving caretakers were back but this time with torches of flame in their hands and fear and uncertainty in their eyes. The beast knew that it was his end, so he went back into the cave and sat with his head lowered down. The people approached slowly but hesitantly. They entered the cave and noiselessly placed the torches around the walls of the cave to brighten up the place. They came closer to the beast and sat down beside him. Slowly, they removed honey buns, loaves of bread, and chocolate cakes from their bags. The beast couldn’t understand and looked up at them only to find nothing but worry and love in their eyes. To his questioning look, they replied “We know it’s been a bad day, we left because we wanted to make things better for you. Come now, let us feast on some good food, it will ease your mind”.
She yelled from the inside of her lungs.
Believing the pain would leave her body.
But she only ended up feeling hollow.
The tears had dried up.
Nothing remained but sorrow.
So she tied a scarf around her neck.
And walked away into the misty shadows.
A deep rage veiled within
Latches on fervently.
Give free rein to inner struggles
So as to remain sane.
Tears of blood
Etching my soul, carving my being
Overwhelming feelings consume me
Deep-rooted in misery, dreams of the past ruin me.
An ocean of emotional overflow
Words of poetry breed the beast in me
The fight against forsakenness will soon end
Till then the path towards solace continues.
A delicate soul.
Crush it not with the miseries of the world.
Give it warmth, love, and attention.
It silently demands for a lot more.
Withering in pain, burning brighter than the flames
It steers clear from emotions.
‘cos it knows it will be drowned in them.
Jealousy pierces like a thousand knives.
So, it decides to turn into a stone.
With tears of ice in its eyes.