I Had A D-Day

There weren’t any flowers I liked… I had been flying around that place for the past one hour.

The only thing which caught my attention was the open window on the third floor of the white building.

I went in there…

“Human!” I said to myself.

I couldn’t imagine that it was a “girl’s” room.

My house is much cleaner than theirs.

I sat on a big red rock…..I guess it was a box… I was looking at those girls…..they ran up and down very confused.

Of course they didn’t notice me. Silly girls!

Both the girls were spectacled. One was taller than the other. The taller girl opened her standing box. They were something shiny inside. Curiosity overtook my mind and I went inside there.

BANG!

It was dark inside. She had closed her box. I zoomed inside her box (what else could I have done)

“These girls! Their eyesight must be really poor. Why didn’t they notice me?” I murmured to myself. I tried banging that hard thing which was the transition between light and dark. I used all my strength but I couldn’t open it.

Time passed and passed, I zoomed and zoomed.

It was hours later that the taller girl opened the box….the standing box!

My head had gone all heavy and dreamy. May be it’s because I stayed in the dark for too long. May be I missed my home. But then I still ed stayed inside her box.

I was so surprised she didn’t notice me that time too. The other girl came and took out a black carry thing.

“Oh! Pity them! They must be really blind” I thought.

Sometime later, those two girls were staring at some bright screen. The taller girl was pressing her ears and the other girl was hiding herself behind a pillow.

It was a funny scene.

I wanted to go nearer. My new roommates were funny..And I wanted to know more about them.

I flew there. They were so absorbed in that bright thing….bright moving pictures.

I was enjoying with them. (They still haven’t noticed me)

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

They shouted in chorus.

My goodness! They scared the hell out of me that I sat on the taller girl’s leg.

The game started then. 
This time they had noticed me. The taller girl cried in pain and the other girl stood up maliciously…everyone would do the same when they see a stranger in their room. I would do the same.

I was more than scared. I was so numb. I didn’t know what to do.

Before I could do anything else.....

PHATTTT!

The other girl had dropped something big on me.

It was hard breathing inside that hard thing.

it was hours later that the other girl opened up. She stared at me for a moment.

I couldn’t move my body! She kept staring at me.  The taller girl rushed to the scene. She was also staring at me. I think they thought I was death.

The other girl took a paper…..she applied some creamy thing on that paper…..and she wrapped me up inside the paper. It was so heavenly inside,the flowery scent surrounding me.

After that I think she kept me outside the window.

The wind carried me away….
Now I am back to normal, very fit.

The tall girl should be okay…I hope she is fine now!

That day was really something. I’ll carry that adventure in my heart to grave.

P.S. I am the little orange bee who lives around the corner of the white building!

malefactor

“I hate to wake up.”

They cursed me tonight again.

 “I must be a really bad husband….i must be a really bad father” I thought. All I did was yelled at them and caused ruckus at home. i admit my mistake.

I ve tried many a times to be a better man. But I keep on crawling towards this heavenly “liquid”.

I remember the many times I had came home all drunk and ended up beating my wife and son. I went all wild and lost all my control. Once, I didn’t sleep that night. I was so sorry. Yet , I didn’t have the courage. Later,when they were asleep I sat beside them, my hands running through my wife’s lovely hurt hands. Her hands no longer have its softness. My  son…..he must have cried when he slept. His face was still wet.

“how could I have done that?”

“I should give up….i will change myself”

Yeah! That’s right, that was not the  first time or the last time I thought  that I would change myself.

I am a coward. I am not a man.

I did try hard. Honestly!

But “trying” wouldn’t satisfy them. How can they expect me to be changed overnight? They believe in miracles.

I refrained from the company I was keeping. I would go back home,with the day’s earning and help my wife. I would watch my son play.

They wanted more.  They were still not happy with what I  did. May be they have become used to all hateful emotions towards me. But I kept quiet and accepted everything.

Today  morning, my wife left my clothes again.  And as usual I washed them myself. I didn’t like to complain. I  am getting all the “bads” for all the “bads” I have done….and so I won’t complain.

I still had the malefactor in me. And I stole the money my wife saved.

My heart and soul were contented…..i drank and drank.

This time……I didn’t do anything. I went to my bed quietly. I know I have the”bad” in me. the most timid man lies in here…in me. i know I will never  be able to change myself. I know I will end up killing my family someday in future.

I wish I would never wake up tomorrow. It’s  2 O’clock in the morning….i still lay wide awake. Am I afraid to sleep just because my heart longs to never beat when I wake up tomorrow?

I am selfish till this last moment.

"pretty penny"

as i walk pass through this crowd
stepping down from street to street
i can see the same look in their eyes
watching out for pretty penny
everywhere....everyplace
everyone longs for pretty penny
everyone looks out for pretty ...dirty penny
am i possibly one of them?
oh no...this can't be happening
i don't want this pretty,dirty penny
pretty penny has become so dirty
so dirty ...
that power and blood are its strength
everywhere...everyplace
it is the same
pretty,dirty penny
i don't want this pretty,dirty penny!

"won't give up"

the world is becoming wild
does it hold a future for me?
will it still look out for me when i wake up tomorrow?
will it ask me to change with it?

the carefree songs and smiles
the sense of childishness
look of innocence
i don't wanna give up
i don't wanna grow up

when i wake up again in the morning
i will still quest for my mama's sweaters
i will still play with my papa's briefcases

i will stay this little
this happy when the birds chirp
and the kite flies high.......
i could stay this simple
dancing with the wind
playing with the clouds

the carefree songs and smiles
the sense of childishness
look of innocence
i don't wanna give up
i don't wanna grow up

"haunted"

the sun has gone,the silence overtakes
through this darkening path
i am moving ahead
my mind is haunted by your laughters
oh yeas...haunted by your voices
your voices
she left this wilderness enchanted
my spirit's fire burn low without you
without you,the music in me is lost
my words,fades like smoke
i am so lost without you
i ll learn to get up on these bruised knees
brushing away the wetness in my eyes
but...keep on haunting me with your laughters
keep on haunting with your voices
for these are the sweetest symphonies
for you are.....my music

my first work on a lyric....."she"

she smiles
she laughs
she cries
i am trying hard to hold on these memories
i am trying hard..so hard
but they all slip through my fingers
i follow her around like a shadow
for i love her wholeheartedly
yes, she,who stood up so rashly and left
she hit me a bullet
no matter how much its goin to hurt
i'll still follow her around
for i love her wholeheartedly
for i love everything she does
she,who stood up so rashly and left
i even love this part bout her
i am never going to hate it,girl
all your pics scattered in my mind
all messed up....a beautiful mess to me
for i love you wholeheartedly...

an extract from my new story " her life's symphony....my music"

We went to take a walk together.

Once, dad and she went to take a morning walk. I decided to stay back. Five minutes after they had gone, I regretted that I should have gone. I didn’t know which route they had taken yet I decided to follow them. I called out for them. It was my good luck that they found me. I was seven then.

I was taking the same path I took seven years back, the path where I found both of them. I wish she could remember that like I did.

I really wished she could.

“Sis” I called.

She only nodded to let me know that she was hearing.

“We had a memory here…in this place.”

She walked on…I followed her.

“Wait! I’ve something for you.”

She stopped walking. I placed my hand on her heart and closed my eyes.

“There you go……I’ve transferred that moment to you. Even if you can’t remember, your heart will cherish it.”

TIP!

I knew that was coming. My hand sensed the wet drops which just fell on it. I didn’t want to open my eyes.

“It’s okay sis. You will get over it…..I ‘ll store all those moments you had….we had……in your heart.”

She turned and walked on. Since the day she came back home, she had never said a word.

My phone rang, it was a call from home. mom must be waiting for us.….”all my bags are packed….” the ring tone went on. It is her favorite song by John Denver. She loves music. She loves every genre of music.

I was sure what I should be doing. I decided to spend that summer vacation recollecting all her life’s symphonies. I thought that was the best thing I could do for her.