Writing is simple,but not easy.

November 14, 2015

Violent Hearts

The screams in the valley,
People dying,bleeding,suffering,
The tears in the alley,
The walking dead screaming.

The quiet child lies still,
His cradle burning slowly,
The faint shrill 
Mother's eyes close slowly.

Smoke and fire run the streets,
Splinters settle on the bridges,
Soot stained walls and bloody sheets,
Death waits on the ledges.

Endless cycle of violence
Blinds the world
A battle of tolerance
or fatality foretold?

Hold one hold all,
caress them to sleep,
The violent heart still beats,
Forgiving eyes still weep.

Gyanban Thoughts : Very sad to hear about the Paris attacks. Sometimes, injustice needs instant justice.

October 25, 2015

In Time

In time, you will know,
why you re here
and where to go,

In time, you will see,
what your today cannot
and your past has not.

In time,you will find,
why does it begin
and where it ends

In time, you will discover, 
what is truth, logic or love
and why we live in hope

In time, you will stop,
why seek answers,
when the answers ask questions.

Gyanban Thoughts : Sometimes the answers we seek only lead us to more questions, dont you think? As time lapses the perspective changes but the result still remain the same.

September 9, 2015

The Missing Touch

Madame Florentine walked a few steps,and stopped. 

She smiled, raising one of her arched brows.

"Umm, did you buy the bracelet to make me happy?"
 Madame Florentine, turned around, took his hands 

and pressed it on the table.

"Yes, my lady. Is something amiss, my lady?”he asked.

“Ah, it’s missing that touch.” she said griding his palm.

“Uh, what do you mean, my lady?” he asked perplexed.

“The touch it had when it was on Madame Rosalyn’s wrist.” She said pulling out the fruit knife from the apple.

“You are mistaken,my lady – this is not the same bracelet.”he stammered noticing the chandeliers reflection on the knife. Madame Florentine separated the fingers from the palm.

The shriek reached the far corner of the palace where Madame Rosalyn stood by the window.She smiled and said to the maid “Didn’t I tell you he wouldn’t touch Florentine anymore?”

Gyanban Thoughts :  a short quirky  fiction with multiple shades to the intensity angle. I enjoyed writing it because the possiblities of what the characters could do,would do and had done made for a compelling storyline. Faint references to Dominique Francon if you notice...

June 28, 2015

The Parting Gift

The graduation ceremony album fell off the top shelf while 

searching the closet. She wiped off the dirt to see  

Class of '99 shine again.  Just seven hours before she got 

married,Wing Commander Zain Ali showed up in Zara's life again. 

The last group photo before he died.They had signed the photo  "Zain, Zara and Veer best 

friends forever". 

Zara's eyes moistened."When will you leave me Zain - its been five years and I have to 

move on - stop reminding me of your absence " she sobbed in the silent corner of the 


Just then,there was a knock on the door "who is it?" she asked regaining her 

composure.There was no response.After a few seconds there was a knock again.

"Who is it " she shouted this time. Frustrated at not getting a response she got up to open 

the door. It was Wing Commander Veer Randhawa.

"I thought you were supposed to be at the ..."

"I was - and you my love  , should've come" said Veer handing over the envelop.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Don't ask just see" he said.

Zara opened the envelop to see the picture of the reunion party. 

"Look closely" he said lowering his voice.

Her fingers trembled and lips quivered in shock.

All , the pilots were  neatly seated in three rows, raising a toast ....and a faint reflection 

of Zain, who  sat at the top row, smiling with a thumbs up!"

Gyanban Thoughts : this is loosely based on a  true story , Freddy Jackson who appeared in the Godard Squadron group photograph on the day of his funeral in 1919.

May 17, 2015

Somewhere, My love.

Did you get the tickets?
Those tickets to anywhere
Maybe we can fly together
Make that somewhere our home.

I don’t know where to start,
Maybe we could create something new,
I’ve left behind the past,
Our somewhere is just there.

Did you get the tickets?
Those tickets to anywhere
I saved some money for you,
We could start over new.

Managed to pack some food,
Fly away far,it will last.
You and I can both work somewhere 
See what it means to be living
more than dying everyday

Did you get the tickets?
Those tickets to anywhere
Its getting late and we don’t want to miss.
I’ve longed for this day forever now.

We’ve got to leave tonight or die this way
I can see the fireflies in the forest
as the City lights fade away,
And I want to belong somewhere
and believe once more.

Did you get the tickets?
Those tickets to anywhere
Only the window lay open in hope.
Its time and you never came.

Silently my somewhere is slipping away
And your absence screams from far
Did you love me any way?
Or just buy one ticket to go away.

Gyanban Thoughts : Just a few lines drifted in while I was listening to Fast Car.

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