55 fiction : Let the smoke stay ..

How long could she hide the tears? This or that? She'd been thinking for long.

She could see just one solution.
She took out one more cigarette and lit it.

Let the smoke stay, its more clear than my life.

यह धुआ

पहली बार इस मदिरा ने ऐसा प्रेम फैलाया था
दिल में तूफ़ान सा उठ कर आया था
...
एक तमन्ना हमारे भी मन में सहसी आई थी
लेकिन शायद वोह दर्द के धुएं में गुमनाम होने आई थी

कितनी यादें इसी धुएं में खो गई
कितनी तुम्हारे नाम पर सदियों तक रो चली
शायद तुमने प्रेम को मेरी नज़र से देखा ही नही
या शायद तुम भी उसी धुएं में कही थी हो चली ....

55 fiction: A hidden truth

He opened the window wide, he believed faith would come in with the wind.

He knew she'd made him the happiest person on Earth after the night.

She was lying peacefully, with nothing but a white blanket over her. Her beautiful brown hair covering her lily white face.

He kissed her.Softly.A kiss to end the torture and pain.


And put the dagger inside her chest.

I'm. . . . . .

I am the consistently burning flame of the candle
I am the calmness and tranquility of the sea
I am the power of Dusk and Dawn
I am the beauty in the feathers of a fawn.

I am not the farewell I bid to thee.
I am not the Angel in yesterday's reverie
I am not the cold and sour laugh you heard
I am not the dullness in a discouraging word

I am what you often hide from yourself
I am the road which leads you to your goal
I am the will which makes you stable
I am the strength both abled and disabled

There is more to me than what the eyes can see
There is less in me than what can be
You don't know me well; but still you do
Because I'm the power residing in you.



I'm your conscience.