no return

You can feel it, lapping at your feet as you walk. You walk faster, only for your shoes to get caught in it. As you bend down to remove you shoe, your foot sinks deeper. You can see someone in the distance. You call at him while waving. It has reached your knees. A crowd has started to gather. You try to lift you legs but its too hard. You implore the crowd for help, but the only look at you in wonder. You can feel it at your back, cold tendrils that make the skin on your neck crawl. Your voice is hoarse from shouting, but you cannot give up, not now. You see her face though the haze of tears in your eyes. She pushes through the crowd to come and stand next to you. You raise your hands toward her, but she steps away, shaking her head. It is getting harder to breath. You can feel something brushing at the soles of your feet. A cold sweat trickles down your neck. The crowd starts to thin as people lose interest. Soon only she remains. She sits down and draws her feet up. You can feel the pressure around your chest like a vice. You tilt your head back, but its there at your ears. It feels slick and cold in your hands. You take a last breath as it covers your face. It is dark, utterly dark...........

Sunday, 02 March 2008

she...

She walks away, hair blowing back in the wind. Beautiful cannot describe her, for it makes her yet another beautiful one, while she is one. One of a kind. She is yours, or is she? You cannot own her, but you want her. You want to look into her eyes, drown in those bottomless pools. You want to make her smile, feel her approval as she looks upon you. But she is light chained, darkness fettered. She flows through your blood, mercury and molten metal. Cold tendrils running up your spine, heat flowing through your chest. Your head pounds and your feet are leaden. Lights flash infront of your eyes as you approach the brink, the very threshold. Time slows as colours become more vivid, pulsing and throbbing with a life of their own. She will break your heart, but you want her. Want her more than anything you've ever wanted...

Monday, 03 March 2008

The End

Its over, it ends here. Sadness eclipses happiness beyond compare. Why does every good thing have to end? Why does happiness always leave a bitter taste? A feeling of emptiness that cannot be filled. A feel of longing that cannot be fulfilled. Everything around looses its allure, the sheen over everything becomes dull and colors loose their sparkle. Is it because you no longer have somene to share with, someone to appreciate with? This pain never dulls, never fades. It just opens and bleeds afresh everytime a semblance of happiness is felt. The pain is remembered and the fears reawaken, to jostle with the hope that it will not be like the last time...

Saturday, 08 March 2008

the rush...

Bright lights flash in front of your eyes as she kisses you on the lips, your hand reaches for her head as she cradles yours in her hands. As you close your eyes, you enter a dimension seldom walked. Colours are blinding and your senses overloaded. Goosebumps dot your skin as electric tingles run up and down your spine. It can't stop, it shouldn't stop. Her smooth skin beneath your hands, her warm breath on your neck, the weight of her body on yours. Her nails rake your skin as she arches her back. You can feel her heart beating, thumping away harder and harder. As she lightly bites your neck, you exhale crushing her in your embrace. 'Don't let go,' she whispers in your ear as her hands run up and down your back. 'Never,' you vow, 'Never.....'

Wednesday, 02 April 2008

Darkness

As I walk through the depths of despair, the darkness engulfs me. I feel the weight of my sins weigh down on my back as I trudge over the sharp rocks that make up my path. Is there no escape? No ray of light to lead me on my way? Is there no respite from the stifling heat, the air that chokes...
Out of the darkness a light appears. As I reach my hand out, it grows larger, covering me with its warm glow...
Alas, it is all but a figment of my imagination. My burden becomes heavier and i fall to my knees. I will not let it take me, I will not...

Thursday, 08 May 2008

Alone

Your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle to keep up. A dull ache begins that makes it harder to breathe. Slow down, you say, raising a hand as if that would slow them down. You stumble along, struggling to keep your footing on the unsteady surface. Down you go as your ankle twists. As you raise your head from the ground, you realize something, you are all alone... Your voice is blown away by the wind and the effort to shout is meaningless. The dull ache persists, making it a harder struggle to breathe. Your chest feels as though you're being crushed. You fall back onto the ground, a cold sweat trickling down your back as you realize the inevitability of it all. You are all alone...


Wednesday, 14 May 2008

Today was a good day

On the bus I sit, watching the world from my window seat. Watch as the cars in the traffic slow to a halt and then zoom off as the lights turn green. Watch as people run across the road, dodging and weaving between the moving cars. Hard as it is, i write in a moving bus. So engrossed, I can almost hear the pen scratching across the surface of the paper. A bitter taste rises in the back of my mouth as I remember what happened during the day. I shake my head, trying to shrug it off, but it lingers on. ''Well,'' I think to myself, ''I won't let it spoil the day...'' The bus is at Valley Road now, slowly climbing up the hill in fits and starts. I hate traffic. I turn round and look at the person sitting next to me. He was nodding off as he got into the bus and now he's fast asleep, head thrown backwards with his mouth wide open. I resistthe temptation to toss my rolled up ticket into his mouth and resume my vigil at the window. I can see people climbing up the hill, concentration etched on their faces as they push on ever upwards. A moth flits by the window and I watch it fly by with longing. The bus starts moving again and there we are, at the top of the hill. It looks different without all the trees, like its bald. Round the roundabout the bus trundles, almost jolting my teeth out of their sockets. Indeed this will be a ride to remember. I look out of the window again, but at nothing in particular, just reminiscing, remembering... Thats all I seem to be doing of late, remembering. Not making any conscious effort at making any new memories, just wallowing, stuck in the past. The cold wind jolts me out of my reverie and I realize that I'm almost at my stage. As I stand up and walk towards the door, I realise that I actually enjoyed the bus ride. A half smile creases my face as I step out into the darkness. Walking down the road as the wind rushes by me, I inhale deeply and smile to myself, Looking up, I can see the moon through the clouds, its weak light streaming through the wispy threads of cloud. I can feel pent up excitement bubbling to the top and feel like I could laugh out loud. Then it hits me, what has passed is gone and what is to come is clouded. I live for the moment, and the moment is now...

Today was a good day...

8.30 PM 12th June 2008