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Friday, July 30, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 7

 Issue 7


Voiceless Voices 

8 Nov 2019

 

To her fears, she writes, 
in the ink of tears .
To the stars she whispers,
words woven by her fading scars.
To her soul she shows,
her shadow wandering all alone.
To her inner self she tells
tales in her voiceless voices
still lingering in chaos of dark. 
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Mind&Heart

     22Nov 2019
Peek into her mind
to see for yourself
the chaos of words,
the tsunami of thoughts,
and, in total a world
like a puzzle
with pieces missing 
same as a heartbroken
heart.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Faded

               13 Dec 2019
Walking in the seashore, playing with the waves,
She wished to falling stars while collecting  the shells,
Stars are still there, admiring themselves in heart of sea,
It's just she, who has become, a fading memory. 
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Mess

                25 Dec 2019
She was a mess,
tear-stained cheeks and puffy face,
red eyes and chapped lips,
and that's when she heard-
heard her inner soul speak
Hey girl, flowers wither too
but they are just fading,
to bloom again.
And she smiled  
making the mess she was
a beautiful one
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Drowning

    29 Dec 2019
She was playing with the waves,
Smiling, humming, exploring.
But she didn't know
when those waves overwhelmed her
and imprisoned those innocent smiles,
detaining  her small steps 
  from knowing adventures of life.

Sunday, July 25, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 6

 Issue 6


Mystic Misery

 8 Aug 2019

Looking at the  setting sun
inviting the moon to shine with its glory,
the beast within her purred in happiness
setting the roaring fire inside her free, 
to explore the mysteries of 
an enigmatic dark world 
full of miseries.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Extrovert

            18 Aug 2019

Her legs moved in rhythm,
the beats blasting all over.
Her body swayed feeling the words
Her eyes sparkled listening to the music.
Yet, they just saw her still frame
sitting in a chair, oblivious of fun.
Maybe their eyes could not see the expression,
she could enjoy more than they ever did.


🕂🕂🕂🕂

Fall

               23 Aug 2019
The meteor shower was going on .
And she was there —sitting 
under the same glistening sky
rising against her fear,
her fear of  fall
seeing the beauty of falling stars  
getting admired by all.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Shadow

              31 Aug 2019

"Will you be my friend?"
She stared amusement dancing in her eyes.
A long silence prevailed.
"Why?" she asked.
And her shadow replied,
"Cause your eyes are shining
and I am afraid of the dark."

🕂🕂🕂🕂

Goodbye

                 19 Nov 2019

" je t'aime " whispered someone,
"je t'aime aussi" came back a reply instant.
and she?
She could just smile, under the dark
hiding the name engraved in her heart
and accepting the unsaid goodbye,
listening to him calling his endearment to her,
"mon amour "
to someone other than her.

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 5

 Issue 5


Alone

                  27 Jul 2019
She was wandering,
in a crowd of thousands.
She was speaking, 
among the sounds of hundreds.
Her voice reached, 
maybe at least to ten.
But in midst of all
 the only listening was one,
She alone.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Tears

                   28 Jul 2019


Her tears
maybe like 
a cup of water in the sea.
But only she knows 
the deepness behind them
tearing apart her being.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Tale

                  10 Aug 2019

The night sky
was covered in a blanket 
of stars and starlight
but she was busy 
searching the darkness
that she feared
but he ruled.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Beauty in cruelty

3 Oct 2019

And she was just like these roses,
blooming among the thorns
 with new Beauty 
in Cruelty.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

Puppet

           28 Oct 2019

She was playing on the edge of the sea
with the waves so violent.
She was walking on the coal
so hot that it could burn.
But in this world of  ordinary existence
she somewhere forgot that
courage is not for her to show 
she was just the puppet - to endure.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Coffee Stains ↠ Prologue

 

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P R O L O G U E

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M A N I K

The aroma of the brewing coffee that once calmed my senses is now suffocating. The taste of that hot drink that once acted as a drug to make me keep going throughout the day now not just burns my tongue rather sets my whole body on fire. A sensation that has no cure.

"Seems like even your coffee could not calm the storm going inside you." the familiar voice of my best friend came from behind me but I kept my concentration on preparing morning coffee for her. But deep down I knew it was just a distraction from the actual talk with her.

"So, what next?" he spoke while taking a sip from my coffee mug but I cared less at the moment. If it was some other time then I wouldn't even have let him touch it let alone take a sip but now my whole concentration was on making the cold coffee as per her taste.

"I just have to wake her up and make her eat. She has not eaten anything since yesterday. " I replied nonchalantly. As if you have, mocked my subconscious voice but again it was all my fault.

 I could hear him release a sigh of despair.

 "Till when Manik? Is your revenge greater than your love for her ?"
 
I turned to look at him to see him already looking at me. His eyes themselves had so many questions but my eyes must have shown my vulnerability that he looked away from me.

"Call me if by chance you remember you have a best friend named Cabir..." and he was gone along with my coffee which he took with himself and I let him go.

Setting the coffee and breakfast on a plate I made my way upstairs towards my room where she was sleeping after her breakdown and I was the sole reason for her tears.

 Entering my bedroom I was greeted with the sleeping beauty who was now the damsel in distress. All credit goes to you, mocked my inner voice and I couldn't agree less.

There she was all curled up in the bed with the dried tear marks over her face. Her hair though messy was shining with the rays of the peeping sun. The small sounds of her breathing were the only sound heard in the room.

Making my way towards the small side table, I kept the food and moved to open the curtains. As the curtains flew open, the blinding light that entered made me close my eyes but I opened them slowly to be greeted by bright sunlight.

Only if dark clouds weren't hovering over our life.

"Morning Sunshine," I snuggled close to her only to hear her groan in return for disturbing her peaceful slumber. 

"Morning Starlight ." she greeted with a quick peck over my lips and again snuggled more in my embrace to sleep. She and her endearment. She has something similar to every endearment of mine. 

"Get up sleepy head and have breakfast, otherwise your cold coffee will get colder. " I said while giving a lingering kiss on her forehead just to hear her sigh in bliss.

She peeked at the side table through her sleepy eyes and gave me that cute look meaning to feed her. I could just shake my head at her laziness.
I started to feed her but after a few morsels, she turned my hands towards me indicating me to eat too. I was going to deny but her one glare and I ate it without a tantrum. After completing the food I forwarded the cold coffee towards her but she pushed my hand denying the coffee and hugged me. 

"What's wrong Nandini?" but she refused to look at me while hiding her face in the crook of my neck. I sighed knowing what was coming and I have no answers to any of her questions.
But her reply not just shocked me but shook me from the core.

"I love u Manik" and for the first time, she confessed those three words which I was dying to hear since don't know how long but now I could only feel one thing- pain.

The pain of love. 

"I love u too Nandini." I too confessed the words without any hesitation though my heart felt like someone was squeezing it to stop the life out of it, once and for all.

"Won't you wish me? " she asked while breaking free from my embrace and looking at me with those doe-shaped eyes full of love reserved just for me.

"Happy Birthday Love," I said while cupping her cheeks and a teardrop fell from her eyes. I wiped the tear from her eyes and leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Happy 1st Anniversary Manik." she wished me as my lips touched her skin and at that moment I knew, this was it.

One year back, on her birthdate, our stars aligned to make us meet but today, after a year, on the same day we realized we are star-crossed lovers - never meant to be together.

"You remember your promise?" she asked looking directly at me with those accusing eyes and I could just nod my head while avoiding looking at her. 

"I promise you Nandini, I will stick to you like a coffee stain cause just like the coffee stain you can't get rid of me. "

That was something I have promised her the day I had realized my feelings for her instead of confessing to her. And today after confessing I broke the promise.

"Stains are better off treated early. The more you delay, the dirtier it gets." the words left my mouth with no emotion. 
" Dirtier you say," She laughed with a voice laced with no humor but just mockery and pain.

"I will carry this stain as a mark..." she whispered with a calm face but her words were like daggers to my heart and I could just hold her close one last time as she completed her sentence.
"Mark of our incomplete end that you decided. " 

I never feared the end but now I dreaded the beginning without her in it.
Keyword - dread.

And dread is more dreadful than fear could ever be feared.


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This story will run in a flashback to when they met for the first time on her birthday and later continue after the prologue as the time comes. 

Next Chapter →

Coffee Stains









Nandini  Murthy

"His cold and brown eyes like that of coffee stains is enough to create chaos in my calm being."


Manik Malhotra

"Her alluring yet mysterious smile works as a morning coffee that stains my heart with warmth."







Being an heiress to one of the rich entrepreneurs of the country is not a child's play. Every step of your comes with a consequence. And it's no different for Nandini Murthy.

At the age of 24, instead of enjoying the time of life, she is being targeted for the empire of her father.

A billionaire father. A protective cousin. A personal bodyguard as a best friend.

She is an angel with more restrictions clipping her wings than feathers. But just a year more.

At 25, she will set foot in the business world as the owner and after that, no one will be able to touch her but till then she has to take steps like she is walking on melting ice.

But will it be the same if he comes like a raging fireball cracking the ice which if breaks will drown her completely?

Manik Malhotra, a bachelor at the age of  26, is known as The Devil of the business world - his perfect, cold, and strict tactics and strategies make him one of the top businessmen. He carries an aura around him that makes a person feel like he rules the world and messing with him is like digging your own grave.

A step-mother. A best friend. A promise of revenge. 

When girls are too eager to get in a relationship with him, he has one sole motive to not let the angel become the queen even if it costs him everything.

But will it be the same if she comes like the soft breeze that calms his mind but blows his heart with a blow that can break him completely? 


Started: 05.04.2020

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Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 4

 Issue 4



MAGNIFICENCE

                 17 Oct 2019

She brandishes the sword as fast as lightening 
the tormentor all but withering in agony.
Enchanting tales she cast with one swift blow 
trampling down the blasphemous talks
and burning the evil on the funeral pyre.
The splendors and magnificence of her 
lies somewhere in the outer world
between her shadow and soul.

🕂🕂🕂🕂


Waves 

    24 May 2019

She was lost in the waves of the sea
touching her feet now and then.
I was lost in her, maybe finding her fear, 
in the dark valleys of her eyes, so deep.
After a long silence, she asked,
'What are you searching for in my eyes?'
'Maybe the peace for life', I replied.
She spoke looking at the sea
'Then look at them instead of me
Sea is my life, so calm, so playful.
But the chaos is just for me to know 
for these waves caress my skin
 only till they become 
the storm.

🕂🕂🕂🕂


Beyond

            10 Jun 2019

She died while giving me birth,
He died while saving me from a fall,
All cursed making my heart crushed,
Yet, I stood upright in the midst of all.
He came to be my knight in shining armor,
My salvation too turned to be my slaughter,
My heart cried but not a tear left my eye,
A living corpse I was, wandering all alone.
Become a victim myself while saving an unknown.
Was waiting for the dark to consume me for all,
And finally, I was drowning in the memories of life
Darkness clouding the eyes, heart getting to rest
Maybe love for me was a far-fetched dream
A voice fell my ear as every pain subsided
Real love is waiting for you, my child,
Come.

🕂🕂🕂🕂

NUMBNESS

26th July 2019


Ever felt the need to cry, but the tears dry out
Ever felt the need to smile, but the lips don't curve
Ever felt the need to scream, but the voice just ditches
Ever felt the need to be silent, but words just don't stop
Ever felt the need for warmth, but the cold chills send shivers
Ever felt the need of iciness, but the burning flames don't subside
Ever felt the need to just let it go till it's all numb.

Yes, I felt the dryness of my eyes as the sun rose to spread the light
Yes, I felt the stillness of my lips as voidness of darkness engulfed everything
Yes, I felt the voicelessness in my voice as my own angels laughed at my expenses
Yes, I felt the noise of my thoughts as the demons ruled my own mind merciless
Yes, I felt the chills all over as the scars of the past were touched now and then
Yes, I felt the heat burning me as the fortress of ashes started to crumble again
Yes, I felt the need for numbness only to realize it's just worse than the pain.

🕂🕂🕂🕂


Present

       20 Oct 2019

Somewhere between the dusk and dawn,
she was waiting for the twilight to come.
Somewhere between the black and white,
she was looking for the grayish version.
Somewhere between the past and future,
she was searching the present - 
it's just now and already gone.

🕂🕂🕂🕂

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Monday, July 19, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 3

 Issue 3

Wild

                     15 Jun 2019


Confined in the vicinity of the heart
are the vibrant flames of love.
Captive in the dark valleys of her eyes
are the galaxies glistening so bright.
Caught in cold blood running in her veins
are the emotions so dark red.
Covered in the expressionless face of hers
are the dramatic shades of life.
Canopy of bravery covering her being
is to be torn to see her breaking.
     Overcome the facade she puts around her,
      her wildness will spread like wildfire.

🕂🕂🕂🕂

Solitude

             20 Jun 2019


Sitting in the seashore, collecting seashells
Makes me remember her maturity of playing with waves.
Jumping in the sand, running with waves
Makes me remember her childishness in collecting the shells.
I smile seeing the stars and their peace.
She cries hearing the silence of the sea.
 my eyes glisten to the story of agony
her smile stretches to the tale of tyranny.
Same face, same heart
Same body, same blood
I am her soul crying in misery.
She is my body smiling with serenity.
I am the body searching light at night
She is my soul crying for a knight.
Words these are of solitude
of her body and soul, trying 
to reconcile before overdue.


🕂🕂🕂🕂


Childhood

            22 Jun 2019

Coming over in her direction
Are the memories of childhood.
Childhood,
A time to be wrapped in oblivion
her every happiness but an illusion. 
Childhood,
A roller coaster ride of pain and sadness, 
her mesmerizing twilight all but darkness.
Childhood,
A time to count stars and hear tales,
her own story of star and their wail.
Childhood,
A memory spreading smile in agony
became her nightmare in serenity.

Echoes her voiceless voices of childhood,
in this voidness of void adulthood.


🕂🕂🕂🕂


Await

                 5 Aug 2019

 Thunderstorms added the music
to the song, sung by rain,
which went unsung
in the days of her rainy storms
While she sat there by the window
reading herself, in the white pages,
of her black dairy
Waiting.

🕂🕂🕂🕂


Viewpoint

                  25 Sep 2019

Blood spilling on the battlefield
 Dandelions flying with the wind
One was the view to cry
and the other to smile.
The battle within her 
   just too much to bear 
    and being the confused soul ever,
   she smiled seeing blood, carrying the pride
      and cried seeing withering flowers
       getting captured in a camera as
 -the sight.
🕂🕂🕂🕂

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Saturday, July 17, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 2

 Issue 2



Woes

   14/04/2019

The memories are a blur but cries are all over.
Eyes held tears and sympathy for her
But again, her pleads reached deaf ears.
Then, no one was for her
Now, it's all in her nights as nightmares
Who knew the girl with such a beautiful smile
Radiating love all over
Has a heart lacking even a pinch of comfort.


🕂🕂🕂🕂


Question

             24/04/2019

She captured the moment 
of every newborn, to search
 the answer to the unanswered;
 Who is happy after getting born?


🕂🕂🕂🕂

Lost

                  09/05/2019

She was lost
don't know where
just lost somewhere.
Not in dark, not in real
maybe in her thoughts,
thoughts absurd.
She smiled, wanted to cry
She is free, yet felt captive
It's crowd,  she is alone
It's just her thoughts she says
Just don't think, she reminds herself.
Realization struck her,
it's blank with no pondering.
In the very moment, she knows,
She wants to get lost,
not as a lost wanderer
who reaches somewhere someday
but like one that is 
lost forever.

🕂🕂🕂🕂


Confidant

      20/05/2019
Stars kept the count of every teardrop
that left her eye at night.
Stars kept the note of every confession
she made under starlight.
Stars scribbled about every misery
she went from in their sight.
One star fell for her each pain
Yet there was no end of them.
She was a damsel,
damsel in distress,
 distress infinite,
like the stars 
and their
 starlight.


🕂🕂🕂🕂


Expectations

     04/05/2019

She is not a cube of ice, to melt by your words.
She is not fire, to burn you for your works.
She is not a prisoner, caged between the walls.
She is not a free bird, flying all over.
She is not a glass doll, protected by all.
She is not a thorn, disgraced by all.

A normal girl she is, having expectations from life.
A normal girl she is, carrying a million dreams in the eye.

But she is the girl who knows in life
expectations are exceptions, away from reality
which is like being stabbed by a sharp knife repeatedly.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 1


 Issue 1




Survivor

4/22/2019
Her pain, her past
gave her scars.
Her smile, her future
scars gifted back.

🕂🕂🕂🕂 


Gut-feeling

4/26/2019
It was perfect 
so nice, so clear
yet she was lost
in unknown fear.

🕂🕂🕂🕂 


Edge

7/8/2019
She was on the edge
edge of tolerance,
tolerance of her own
ever-optimistic soul.

🕂🕂🕂🕂 


Fear

7/25/2019
She didn't fear
what others thought.
She only feared
about her own
    fearless thoughts.

🕂🕂🕂🕂 


Mind

1/15/2020
 She was fighting a war
with those silence 
in the crowd
of her own 
mind.

🕂🕂🕂🕂 

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