The cold wind hit her hard on the face as the window remained open.. Dusk had begun slowly settling in. The wisps of clouds had formed a chain of hills and valleys in the purple pink sky. Soon the dark night’d blanketed the picturesque scene, leaving silhouettes of nature behind.
The journey had begun…
She sat searching for a thought.. an inspiration….
Omens. Follow the signs, the seers said.
Her eyes darted between reality and beyond. Her senses, heightened..
Tranquilze. Her mind had fathomed an idea..
A dangerous glint glimmered for a moment there in those raging eyes.
Somewhere, a baby cried..
Snapping back into reality, her expressions quickly softened…
Whose bright idea was it anyways?
All I remember is being involuntarily pushed onto my bike. I’d peddled fast and furiously..! Not away from the game plan.. But towards it…
Which was the one that was my weak point..? To not have the ability to have said no in the first place, at the risk of being labeled a fat clucking chicken, or not having turned away when I’d forcedly been given the freedom of my bike..
I knew why… I’d been wanting this.. I’d wanted to fit in.. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to show I wasn’t afraid to try new things, or rather, bizarre and scary things..
That’s how I was chosen….. chosen to tread those strange roads..
chosen to make my way to the abandoned wreck o’ a house…
chosen, ….. to stay there for a day…
Thoughts raced through my mind as I rode against the wind…
People said different things about the place..
People had stories to tell of why nobody ever stayed there..
I knew the way…….. there was just one way to get there… one, long way……
The stranded streets creeped me further…
I thought I saw shadows behind the trees..
I knew my mind had begun with its games…
I just needed to control every thought to stay brave…
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I reached… My heart pounding at an alarming pace…
Dusk had set in.. Birds had chosen the safety of their nests….
I think I heard a howl in the distance………….
I stood there taking in the whole picture…
…..There were creepers all over… Roots had found its way through the crack of the walls…
Window panes were broken…. another one stood ajar… The walls were worn from time.. The once ornate door stood lifeless.. It had eerie faces carved into the sides…
……The wind blew, rustling the leaves….
I strained to hear a sound, a voice……. None…
I took a deep breath……looked down at my feet… I had to… I had to go in….
I could close my eyes only for a moment there…….. i realised my body had begun moving forward…………..
Let bygones be bygone..
I’m glad we’re speaking again..
I must admit, I didn’t know where or how to begin..
But it just fell into place.. just like old times…
I was surprised… when I saw you open up for the first time..
I hadn’t realized the depth of all that I was to witness..
But it hurt.. it hurt to see you shut away again..
And I secretly knew the reason why…
Only, I wasn’t in a position to question it.. or bring it up between us..
I didn’t know if I’d waded into murky waters..
I didn’t know if I’d touched a sensitive spot..
All I knew is that I didn’t want you to leave..I didn’t want you to build walls around you the way you had..
I’d tried reaching out, always afraid o’ your approval…
And I’d sensed the many times you’d closed yourself away…
I wanted to question you…. ask you where you were running off to..
I just didn’t want you to leave…
But I’m glad you’ve realized…
I’m glad to see you smile…
I do not question our today… I do not know what tomorrow would bring..
Let bygones be bygone..
We’ve begun afresh..
I choose to cherish these moments… and live in our todays…
Drama..
“I would never have guessed..”
“Why? I’ve always thought it was quite obvious. Seems like an eternity since I’ve begun waiting for this day, this moment, this outcome..”
“How could you tell if the expressions were the same? How could you take advantage of such vulnerability?? Has it ever occurred to you that the proposition was handled with utmost secrecy? Everybody’s involvement was minimal. You had to have a reason to step out. You had to give up to believe their faith!”
“Bah! You over-react! Send some o’ your troops o’er! We have a reason to celebrate! Let us sing into the night and be merry, drunk and gay!”
“Horrendous!! The thousands of lives may seem nothing! The cries, the wails may remain mute to you. The cruel, cold blooded massacre may have seemed like child’s play!! These people have turned pawns in your game of rag dolls! “
“You Feel..!!
ah.. you are not worthy anymore of the service bestowed upon you..
You feel every beat that has been taken…
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your time… has come too………..”
“I stand now and will gladly leave this land.
But with this curse Resounding forever around the walls of your mind..
You will writhe in pain alive!! You will remain sleepless from the screams of the thousands…!!
You will live with your soul being pierced from the agonies of those many, over and over again…..!!”
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Maureen should have waited..
Maureen should have waited..
We hadn’t expected the day’s turn o’ events.
The clear skies, the twittering of the birds, the bustle of leaves, the swish o’ the wind, even nature had sought to back out from the true picture..
Why wasn’t there a sign??
Her deeds were questioned..But partial as life had been, a lot many characters stayed shadowed from the open..
Who’d have known??
We’re all victims of a cold play called fate..We’re the puppets of a lifetime, strings attached to uncontrollable forces..
Maureen saw it coming.. We question, was she the creator of her own fate or had fate taken the toll to bring her to such a circumstance?
We stand apart.. we see.. we live to tell..
Maureen should have waited…
Incomplete..
a part o’ my random expressions… a part o’ my thoughts.. a part o’ the alter-egos i live…
abstract… opinionated…a multitude o’ thoughts..a portion o’ my dreamz..
thzs gonna be my incomplete series o’ passages, stories, thoughts, xpressions…
Thz folder is dedicated to such a series o’ abstract thoughts n xpressions…
