Gone. Too far.

She's still hiding.. she still has her lips sealed.
.
.
Her own tale makes her shiver, how on earth is she to face the world.
The colors around her are slowly fading away..

away ..

The hair is all muddled up, the smell of the smoke is persistent.. Who cares, there's a major flame raging inside.

So young and full of running
all the way to the edge of desire.
Steady my breathing, silently screaming
I have to have you now.

Tic toc, the time is just dragging past. She mumbles to herself silently. " End this ruckus as soon as possible, Christ .. "

Don't say a word; just come over and lie here with me

'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see.

His bloodshot eyes and his fierce gaze, everything's fresh in her mind, yeah, even the cynical laughter.

Her own lover, oh no, now killer.

The room is empty, but the window on the left is open. The oxygen's coming in, or is it ? There's a wider emptiness inside, her heart's been made devoid of any love, all by his deed.

A moment of insane lust, and her life was ruined. Gone, her self respect, her prestige, and he was gone as well.
Alone, isolated, she had come to the city, and then, they'd met. Had she known about him back then.. but what's the point, its over.

And she was going to be over in sometime as well, as she turned to the other side, and saw the slit wrist, with dark red blood oozing out, somewhere she felt a weird contentment. She hadn't just been raped, there was more, but who cared about the "more", she was a no one .. "They ll find my decaying corpse and dump me somewhere.. another orphan, does anyone care? " , she reminded herself.

Finally, the moment she desired knocked in. As the moon came up, she passed away ... the torture was finally over.

For the last time.

Lets immerse into one.
This moment.
Let it stay.
Tranquil.
Silent.
As we merge.
The souls meet.
The stars on your body, consumed.

The smell of it, devoured.
This moment.
Please, let it stay.

The sharp noise.
Was it your blood?
Or maybe mine.
But we continue to merge.
Into one.
One.
As our spirits roll.

And come closer than before.

This moment.
All I have.

The happiness.
The satisfaction.
It lingers.
Revolves.
The room sings today.
With you and me.
The rain too dances.

But

The angst, the fury.
They also return today.
We come together.
For the last time.
The pain.
The blood.
It flows.
The dagger.
Comes down.

Today.
We merged.
And parted.
Perhaps, forever.

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(How a lover is killed)

And yet.

The twist in his expression,
Her violent, miserable sobs,
His lost daughter,
Her husband to who she bids goodbye.
The untold, inexplicable human misery.
And yet the helplessness.

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Bomb blasts in India. In Pakistan. In Thailand.

What are we coming to?

This goes for the victims.

When he walks away ..

That moment when you lose track of life. You're going too slow and its almost blazing past. Maybe, somewhere, you didn't try that hard.
You don't ever want to let that feeling sink in. That image, that ugly memory of you watching his pulse dying.
You want to sit, recollect those innumerous , silent conversations, maybe even attempt to fix his gaze in your mind. Even when the world falls down on your little shoulders, you want to believe he will come to your rescue. You simply do not want to break away from those hands that have held you so warmly through out your life. Its amazing how a moment turns life upside down. A moment brings the tint of life from white to gray. The man was your Hero. The way he defined perfection, and demanded it too. How, when you were small you wanted your Ideal Man to be like him. Yes, he commanded respect too. But also let you get away with the mischief, sometimes saving you from bash ups too. He was stern, only because he wanted to save the fragile, little you from a cruel, tragic world.

He never gave up on you, but now you have a haunting image ahead of you. It appalls you, threatens your memory and you want to erase it. But too late.

You see the same man struggling for life, breathing his last. That broad frame of his, as it now shrivels to skin and bones You want to believe it never happened, close your eyes again as if you woke up from a nasty dream. Its not your past, you cannot shut down a door at it.

You only weep as you see your Father's corpse being carried away, being buried away ..
You want to believe it never happened, and then again .. you have to.

The loss of a father is perhaps, one of the greatest and most severe. Keep my friend's father in your dua/prayers today. Please :)