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 

room. 


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.

May 7, 2015

Anticlock




The raindrops darted in like arrows. She walked past the lamppost looking back occasionally, he was nowhere to be seen. She closed her eyes controlling the shivers . 

Suddenly  everything around her was calm. A cool wind blew across her face and she opened her eyes. She angled her wrist to see the time.

The dials were moving anti-clockwise ...



Gyanban Thoughts:  Got back to writing after a long gap. Just not getting the time and mood together. This is a shot at micro fiction, originally tried to do  a 55 word fiction but I guess it didn't work that  way.

February 8, 2015

Timeline


Memories are  a moment in time
When the reality is gone
It's a happier place
You keep coming back again.

But deep inside,You know why,
This moment will just trickle by,
Cant hold on even if you try
Yet you keep tugging a lie.

Get you into my world
And hide you within
and stop the clock ticking
I live or die trying.


Gyanban Thoughts : yet another few lines to capture a moment in time.Sometimes so difficult that you hoped it last a little more than a second...but it doesn't does it? Yet you keep hoping it will...


January 28, 2015

Zingara

Gathered under the crescent moon,
Waiting for her to come back soon,
A withering look scratching traces.
Flickering candles light their faces.

Music keeps the jungle humming,
Broken tides keep on coming
Cries a woman under the hood
Time never cared or understood.


The stories are woven from molten gold,
As fortunes made and dream are sold
Yet the magic lies sparsely strewn

Find the path or fade away soon.




Gyanban Thoughts :  just a few lines about a female gypsy and her wandering mind and the longing soul.The journey she travels and the life she marvels ,the rocks she stumbles and the feelings that crumble....

January 25, 2015

Wait


Watch the flaming sun
Burn the road
Eyes left in lurch
Miles go by in search

At the station
Crowded raindrops
Leaving static trains
Watching moving people

Minutes clock moments lost
Watches non stop
Blink of an eternity
Waiting for you....



Gyanban Thoughts : Listening to Misha Safi's magical rendition  -Chori Chori  - scribbled a few lines. Waiting and longing for your beloved induces intense emotions when every one  and every thing else around you is talking...but your re not listening ...you re just waiting...

January 11, 2015

Love Lock




Dr.Walter closed his chambers early and searched every shop to find the perfect gift.

His wife of twenty three years needed nothing more.

But ,he was relentless, till he got what he was looking for.

He reached home,walked down to the basement & said : “My love, I’ve got the new wax for you” looking at her corpse.


Gyanban Thoughts : A 55 word micro fiction after a long time. Getting the title right was an interesting exercise.

January 1, 2015

Exchange


I'd walk with you to the gallows
in sunshine or rain,
If you could exchange your sorrows
for love and rid pain.

I'd walk with you to the cliff

braving storms and waves,
If you could exchange your past
and rewrite it again.


I'd walk with you through fire,

or on burning coal and nails
If you could exchange your scars
and paint your life again.

I'd walk with you to die,

just to add one more moment,
If you could exchange your death,
and live once again....




Gyanban Thoughts : This new year,I start by dedicating a few lines to those departed,those broken hearts and endless tears of lost lives and relentless pain.If we could just turn back time once and save so many lives....#Peshawar,#Malysia airlines,Air Asia,Terror attacks and many more.... 

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