Take Me There

Battered, blood running through his nose. Tonight stars aren’t shinning the way they supposed to be. There is no victory music in the backdrop. Plain drop silence! 3 in the morning he rang the bell. His clothes are stained in blood; vision on the left eye can’t seem to identify a thing behind the façade of blood clot. But a wide grin never ceases to leave his face despite knowing that he committed a grave sin.

She opened the door to see him drenched in blood. Within a heartbeat their lips met. The warmth of the bruised lips mellowed by the sensuousness of her lips. The pain in his bones vanished, all the wounds seem to have become numb and all that remains is his soul adored by hers.

When the senses hit back and reality turns in, it feels like Monday morning; hard on your hungover head! With the calmness inside her head she took him to the he bedroom where he stripped off to catch a clear glimpse of the wounds. Sat on the chair butt-naked, each second seems like concoction of pain and remorse.

She nursed him while he drank straight from the bottle. Things turn pretty easy for him as whiskey began to hamper his senses one more time. Once she’s done, she puts him on bed and comfort herself next to him. Words didn’t appear in her mind but they’re needed to soothe the tornado that still resides in his head. She whispered last words before he loses out to sleep,

“My love for you is insatiable. We’re blessed to be same and sane. Sometimes I want to take you away from the world of distraught and loved you within the thoughts. I can’t put to display my affection but inside I want you to be the one that is going to bed next to me and snore. I want to kiss you goodnight and wake up to your beautiful face for this life and more. Take me to the place where you want to reside. For once I want to see what is in your mind. I’m like a candle that is going to burn out soon, I don’t want you to regret when I’m done in June.  TAKE ME THERE……….. before it’s too late.”

Four years on and he still remembers waking up next to her soul. No sign of love in her eye, her hands seem to never to reach out for his heart again; for that she is not here!


Setting you free

Drenched in November rain and Tennessee whiskey, he looks down for the last glimpse of his love. He came in to say his vows and to her surprise, farewell as well. He has been practicing it almost every day from last 5 years hoping that the message will be clear and both their spirits dance in unison on the music of love.

Thunders roared in the backdrop and a cold shiver went down his spine. Raindrops forged his sight making it difficult for him to see. Even the lights went off. Amidst the sound of the rain came a voice shrieking, “It’s late! You should go home now!” His legs are heavy, can’t move. Somebody took a soul out of him and all it remains amidst the winter rain is the shadow of a guy who he used to be. “Go home or I’ll call the police”, said the man. The voice pierced through eardrums making way to his brain to react to it. Dejected and with great remorse he went back home.

 His soul is weary and eventually loses out to cold; beds aren’t for comfort and the place reeks of whiskey and vomit. There is hardly any occasion when his heart was let down by the Tlaloc. Grey set in his soul and tonight together they cry. He missed the warmth around the place and how lively it used to look when she is in the world.

Going through the bar he saw her favourite book rotting on the shelf. It is the same book that she insisted him to read! But lacking in time and urge, he never bothered to read it. Tonight it seems like the perfect combination that goes in hand with whiskey. Slouched on the bed, opens to read its credentials; there is note written, “If you seek redemption, open the last page.”

His senses came alight. Baffled as he opens up to the last page where some lines were written by her. It reads,

“Roses may have lost its glow,

but you’re ever-glowing in my heart.

World sets alight, when you hug me tight,

Seeing you like this I might kill myself tonight.

Don’t be afraid to lose control cuz you’ve nothing fear,

 I’ll be two steps behind you of this I’m clear.

With or without you, I’ll always be there,

 Look in the sky and you’ll see me there.

I’m not sure if I can do this, dilemma set in my mind,

Please bear with me and be kind.

 I promise I won’t ask for another shopping spree

Cuz tonight I’m setting you free.”

A Night in the Fall

“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There’s stain on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti

 He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm

 and ready to drop bombs,

But he keeps on forgetting what he bore down,

The whole crowd goes so loud”

That explains the lot what went down last night. A beautiful nightmare if I may say –heavy breathing, sweaty palms, lying uneven gasping for the last hint of air in the room adorns the time. A soul needs to wonder in the wake of an awakening – be it spiritual or mental.

A ride to hell seems like the best option available in that moment. Painful but pleasurable I may sum up this sensation. With each passing second my knees are wearing out, moans are getting loud as if someone is sucking the soul outta me. But somehow I won’t introduce this feeling as a Devil’s work nor do I sense any Dementor in the house.

The gate to the hell is in sight. I resisted at first, still want to explore what it looks like from inside. (WANDERLUST) My body bore a heavy weight, shivering went down from the spine to legs, “just a step away” I said to myself. As soon as I opened the door, it splashed and divulges the watery wrath on the micro-bacteria that resides on the cotton.

Open my eyes and look at the great mess that I’ve nonchalantly created. This is what happens when your girlfriend left you for some other guy. Erections are hard to come by and so does future prospects. Your forearm may have loosened up but your will to bone Maria Sharapova is still there.