#55wordstory

If you are on twitter and you don't know what #55wordstoy is, you sir are a waste! =P Heh. But seriously, I love this project.
Here are the two stories I have contributed so far.

Theme 4 - Glass

Funny, how the oblivion leads you to believe in the illusion of perfection. One moment you are in the ecstasy of surreal love and then, life happens. One cut is all it takes. To forget. To hurt. To let loose. Pain induces pleasure. It’s time to let the second wine glass shatter on the floor.



Theme 20 - Bottle

There it was, right in front of her very eyes. She stared. A lone tear glided over her flushed cheek. “Danger” it read on the label. As if she hadn’t played with some before. But this time, she really had had enough. Yes, for that moment, her life was miniscule compared to that tiny bottle.

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Yes, I know. I will try and write more.

Also, little miss emo?

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All in a day's work

The usual hustle-bustle consumes the office while I dedicatedly stare at the screen. The words will come. Only it seems a tad harder today. (And I claim to be a writer)

Blossoming laughter hits my face, urging me to pluck my eyes off the screen. Must. Not. Get. Distracted.

Someone is trying to strum a tune. No, don't rape it please. It is one of my favorites, y'know.

The chatter reaches a crescendo. And then the girl dressed in formals barks a loud Shuush. What follows is a lull. And then a flood of hysterical laughter.

Yes. Advertising agencies are no less than mental asylums.

Your deranged Valentine

Tonight,
Let your eyes bleed for me
Let the memories feed on your insides
One stab at a time

Tonight,
Count your labored breaths,
slathered with the stains of reality
as the claws of solitude
snatch away the comforting disguise
of your blatant oblivion

Tonight,
My relentless love,
Let out your soul
Crave me, hate me,
and ever so slowly - kill me.

Aftermath

She blinked open her eyes. The brilliant wash of sunlight hit her face. Only this time around, it mocked the darkness that was booming inside her.

She shut her eyes again and let out a deep sigh. Was that the piercing sound of uncertainty that enveloped her? Or the blatant silence of those false words that now made her bleed from the inside?

She bit her lip and let go a sniffle. Was it really so unholy to give in to temptation?


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Void

Just when you turned away,
And the stabbing pain caught my breath,
I realized it was never meant to be.

Blink

At first,
the world goes into a frenzy.
Senses experience a chaos.
The hand doesn't know what the foot is up to.
Like your mind is on a trip.

Then the realization hits.
And slowly, brutally
everything slows down.
Time drags
and it brings along
misery, hurt, betrayal.

You shut your eyes,
only to be awakened - inside.
No, its too easy to smile.
And easy is the toughest part.

This.
Yes, this is the end.

That moment when you step back and ask

Why is it that childhood was so sweet,
summer so bright,
and grass so green.

When was it that childhood was taken over by a mad rush to grow up.
And a mad rush to be what you dream to be.
And then when you walk along the path towards your dream, suddenly you crave for the careless times, eating mangoes in the summer, wearing nothing but a tattered dress.

Why, is it that in this mad race do we forget to actually LIVE, as it were. Those moments of pure bliss are rare, if they occur at all that is. And the smile fades away and frowns take over almost as if the smile is an evil notion.

It’s a crime, they say, to stop. One must constantly work and run and sweat. But then, when to recover? When to heal? Is ignorance truly the need of the hour? Or rather the need of an entire lifetime?

I'd someday like to meet the one who spreads such philosophies. And over a warm cuppa tea, ask him when was it that he formed the ideas that rule our minds today. For I believe (or so it seems logical) it really can’t be when he lived in ignorance.