Cave Dweller

Just another stupidity from a stupid

Prayers

In between his folded hands, 
he felt His presence.

In between his forehead and the part of Earth that it touched, 
he felt His presence.

In between his thumb and index finger that moved the prayer beads, 
he felt His presence.

In between his lips that whispered the holy hymns,
he felt His presence.

But He wasn’t there.
Nowhere close to any of them.
For they disgusted Him 
When they despised the other Him.

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Silhouettes

He came back, to what he was looking forward to all day,
To meet her.
Her eager eyes smiled
As he held her hand.
It was the 45th year
Since a couple of silhouettes
Started overshadowing the vivid, silver moon.

Call The Clouds

Look at the Clouds,

They are moving.

Where is it they are going?

Can you tell them to stop?

Can you tell them to stop and pour,

Right here, right now?

 

Look at the Earth,

It’s thirsty.

It’s as dead as a desert.

Can you tell the Clouds to stop?

Can you tell them to stop and pour,

Right here, right now?

Time, World and God.

“When will I get to see you again?”

He asked his father.

No answer.

“When will I get to see him again?”

He asked Him.

No answer.

 

Time, World and God.

All three stood still.

But they were the only ones

Who could get him somewhat close to his father.

Whose soul, by then, was zillions of miles away.

 

“When will I get to see you again?”

He asked him.

No answer.

“When will I get to see him again?”

He asked Him.

No answer.

 

He tried to hold his tears back.

He was fighting a lost battle.

Not just with them,

But also with Time, World and God.

 

But it was them.

Time, World and God that healed him.

He had moved on with his life.

He lived happily.

With his mother, wife and kids.

Occasionally missing his father.

But he never failed to remember him.

Or talk to him.

 

One day, he went to drop his son at the school.

The little one turned back and waved his hand.

He waved back with a smile on his face.

And saw his father from his son’s eyes

Sitting in his car at the driver’s seat.

He put his hand across to his heart

“I may have to take your place now.”

He said, as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“But I can never be you.”

A Missed Call from Cancer

There’s a lump in his throat,

But he isn’t scared.

Not one bit.

 

“That’s the end of the road, my friend.

You can’t live no more.”

A voice spoke, coldly,

Thundering the ground beneath his feet.

 

“Soon you’ll be dead

You’ll wander around the earth

You’ll be hungry, you’ll be thirsty.

But you’ll get nothing

Neither a grain of meat, nor a drop of blood.”

The devilish voice broke into a fit of squeamish laughter.

 

There’s a lump in his throat

But he isn’t scared.

Not one bit.

 

“You’ll be my slave for eternity

You will bring the dead to me every single day.

See the light of sun and the moon as much as you can.

Once you’re dead, my slave, there’ll be just darkness.”

 

There’s a lump in his throat,

But he isn’t scared.

Not one bit.

 

The devilish voice kept him awake all night

He listened to every word the monster spoke

He kept his eyes open

He didn’t let his heart cross the 72 beats per minute mark.

 

The next morning,

He greeted the birds and the plants, with a warm smile.

He looked around him

There was a spark in his eyes.

 

Soon, the lump disappeared.

So did the monster and his thunderous roar.

 

And the sun and the moon

Kept shining

Brighter and brighter.

Every single day.

Every single night.

The Eternal Journey

 

“Lots, my friend, lots. Just keep moving.”

The answer came from within.

 

“I am tired.”

His whisper was mixed with anger and frustration.

“I have been travelling since God knows when.

Can you at least tell me how many more miles are left?”

 

“Lots, my friend, lots. Just keep moving.”

The answer came from within.

 

Papers after papers

The dustbin kept swallowing.

The ink flow was steadily depleting.

The ache on his wrist reached his brain,

And came back and forth.

 

“Soon, the ink will stop flowing.” He warned.

“How can you expect me to keep going without them?

For God’s sake tell me how many more miles!”

 

“Lots, my friend, lots. Just keep moving.”

The answer came from within.

 

“HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP MOVING?

IT’S A FUCKIN’ DEAD END!

CAN’T YOU FUCKIN’ SEE?

TELL ME HOW FUCKIN’ FAR, NOW!”

 

“Lots, my friend, lots. Just keep moving.”

The answer came from within.

 

He threw his hands up in the air.

“I can’t do it anymore

I’d rather be stuck here forever.”

 

He kept staring

Looking for an answer

But came none

Neither from the sky nor from the earth.

 

“At least tell me what to do!”

He begged.

“I am sorry, I’ll keep going!”

He pleaded.

 

He was startled.

He could feel his heart pound.

His wrists ran over the papyrus,

Faster than the speed of light.

 

He had arrived after all.

He applied the brakes

And heaved a sigh of relief.

 

“I am so glad to meet you all.”

He greeted each and every word, warmly.

“I’ve been looking for you since so many drafts.

But I managed to put you all together, haven’t I?”

He smiled with complete satisfaction.

“I hope you are happy being together.

See you later I have to keep moving.”

 

He turned the page and started afresh

“I know, I have miles to go.” He began

“But can you tell me how many…?”

Good Writing

My lungs have stopped breathing.

My heart has stopping beating.

The hairs on my forearms have risen, like

a storm from an ocean.

And the world is looking stranger than usual.

 

The words that you culled out from your thoughts;

And the thoughts that you culled out from your heart.

No one can describe how beautiful they really are,

Not even you.