sapphirine

SAPPHIRINE

A promise of a lifetime,
Broken by the ruthlessness of time.
Fading the footprints that were imprinted in my heart forever.
Sitting there in front of you the chill of your body runs down my spine.
Your love, your touch, your kiss is wrapped in the same divine manner,
As you lay here right now.
Your fingers are still clutched on the blue rock on my hand,
And your last breath still echoes around me.
It’s hard to let go….
What’s left with me is your memories,
And the spectrum of blue on the sapphire ring.
Which marks the union of our hearts connected to the life that breeds in me today.
Our relationship grew with this ring,
Developing a love that would have lasted forever.
But today it’s all over…
The pieces of my heart lay in front of me,
Missing you even before you’re gone.


I can hear your retreating footsteps at a distance,
And I can hear the advancing footsteps
of the crowd around me.
The grasp of your finger around mine
cannot be easily disconnected
Because the invisible cord that binds us goes
beyond the law of nature ,
Of life and death.
As the cruel mob tries to snatch you away from me,
What’s left behind is the lonely touch
of the azure rock on my bare life.
The moments of silence is broken by the wails of mourning.
Desperately trying to reach you ,
Bound by the same crowd that carries you away from me.
Now you lie beneath the veil of the earth,
Surrounded by serene darkness.
But for me it is the start of a lifelong journey,
In the dark alley of enduring memories.
And I stand alone,
In the midst of the crowd.

Silent Suicide

SILENT SUICIDE

“ Yet again the communal clashes in the city has left the streets burning with the flames of hatred killing thousands of people all over ”.
This is Naina Sahay reporting live from Mumbai, Aaj Tak. Naina was a young, flamboyant journalist who had earned herself a lot of accolades for her brave reporting and blunt comments that supported the truth. Her parents expired when she was barely the age of 12 in an accident leaving behind a lot of responsibilities and a younger brother to take care of. As she grew up she started working at a very young age in order to give her brother the best of life she could. She gave him love of a mother, father as well as sister. And in the process earned a living through whatever jobs she could lay her hands on. Naina got introduced to the field of journalism through a friend and since then there is no looking back. Naina just kept on climbing the success ladder to earn herself a life she truly deserved. From a scratch she today owns everything a good house, car, good food everything. But what Naina truly cared for was Armaan, her younger brother. She could never live without him. A slight fever and the girl who could report under waist deep water during Mumbai floods would go paranoid. A small wound on Armaan would make her go berserk and a drop of tear from Armaan’s eyes would just make Naina depressed. Probably that’s the reason why Naina was unmarried because she could not live without her brother and would want to give him her undivided attention.
But then one incident shattered her life.
In the year 1993 communal riots borke out in Mumbai .People were behind each other’s lives. Dead bodies were lying on the roads. Injured unattended and bloody and gory sight’s everywhere. People were scared to get out of their houses yet Naina risked her life to deliver news to people. So many times the bullets must have just missed her but even through such tensed situation she would remain calm and help the injured on the streets. While doing her duty her finger constantly clicked Armaan’s number at the interval of very half an hour to ensure his safety.


Suddenly one day Naina heard a cry of help ,on drawing closer to the sound she realized there was a man badly injured and was probably taking his last breadth. The man in a hushed voice called Naina closer. Naina hesitantly went closer. The man revealed a sensational news that would rock the nation and he also had photo evidence to back his story. Naina was shocked at the evidence. Before Naina could ask him any questions the man closed his eyes forever. The man said that the current Chief Minister Mr. Chillamrao Desai was involved in the clashes of Hindu and Muslim communities and he had started communal rights in order to degrade his political rivalry. Naina had a very important evidence and also the power to stop the future bombings that were planned to kill the leader of the opposition party. Which would leave the entire city burning and spoil the situation even more.Naina hurried to her house and kept the photograph with Armaan .While she went to her head office to make arrangement for her breaking news. But what Naina was;nt aware of was the man who followed her to her house. While Naina was in the office preparing for the prime event the man entered her house.
Armaan heard the noise and went in the front room. The man attacked Armaan, Armaan resisted he tried to fight back but the man just removed a gun and shot down six bullets at Armaan. Armaan’s knees gave away he fell down and instantly his life was snatched by the cruelty of the world. The man ransacked the entire house and found the photograph and ran away with it.
Naina with her boss returned to her house. Her feet trembled, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, she collapsed the darkness was’nt only for the moment but for the rest of her life. Seeing the pool of blood which Armaan was in, disturbed the mental state of Naina . The news was’nt deliverd but the death of Armaan resulted in the suicide of the courageous self of what Naina used to be. Yet again the politics of our country silenced the truth.She lost her mental balance, she lost her voice what was left was a silent suicide which was never recorded…….

IMMORTAL

IMMORTAL….

Sorrow croons as love begs,
In all these years of grief.
Love that was meant to last,
Extinguished in silent pain.
As he gave her what she asked,
And that was never to speak to her again.
We watched him smoke up his life in ashes, and drinking his pain away.
But what was left was his wretched self
flooded by her memories each day.
Until that night….
(Chorus)
The flames of his burning cigarette
couldn’t burn the pain ignited deep inside.
Drinking his sorrow with his trembling hands.
He finally gave his love away.
We found him lying in a pool of blood.
His eyes still wide open




Staring at her picture
through his lifeless being
Finally at peace.
Resting inside heavens cradle,
A love that remained immortal.
The inconsolable tears dropped down her eyes as she heard the news.
She hated herself for her ashen life,
Blackened by the regret that she let her love hesitate.
She finally let her pain conquer.
She wouldn’t get him off her mind and drank her guilt each day.
Until one night….
(Chorus) The flames of her burning cigarette
couldn’t burn the pain ignited deep inside.
Drinking her sorrow with her trembling hands.
She finally gave her love away.
We found her lying in a pool of blood.
Her eyes still wide open
Staring at his picture through her lifeless being
We laid her next to the person she loved,
Finally at peace.
Resting inside heavens cradle,
A love that remained immortal.

Rest In Peace

R.I.P

Sad memories still wet my eyes,
Even though the end is near.
Lived but yet not experienced,
The world in which a human breeds.
Distanced myself from everyone,
Despising the very sight of a man.
The way in which you marooned my virginity,
Still molests my senses to fear.
Sat there clutching my bare skin
with trembling hands,
Watching your lustful smirk that seared the
pain deep inside.
What followed after that was a monotonous life
of blasphemy.
A life that was an extract from the original being.
But I would thank you for making me realize
The love I wanted to achieve.
Her beautiful eyes,
Her perfumed breath,
Drove the pain out of me.
Her mesmerizing voice filled up my senses with hope,
Hope of rejuvenating a life that wasn’t there.
But was I really happy?
The cruel world termed me abnormal,
Bruised and boycotted,
Deprived and dejected,
I led my life in lonesome sanity.
Shunned my self from every being and gender.
Left behind was a lifeless body and the drops of tears that broke the silence each time.
Today finally I gather the pieces,
I ignored all this while,
As I am preparing for a journey I had longed for years.
A journey in the world of creator’s divinity.
Sleeping on the bed of thorns which would slowly turn into roses.