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Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Inner Vacuum

From the pen APN


Uncontrolled tears like summer rains
Deadliest mental and emotional pains  
A deserted heart with blood stains
All in a cauldron of hellish fire
Bubbled and bubbled with steaming ire
To cleanse the soul and deeply admire
The prevailing calmness of lonely heart
That replaces all restlessness and dirt
Making desires gradually fade away
Through suffering and dismay 



Deep and long sighs of inner vacuum
Played the music and the sonorous drum
And the essential inner vacuum haunted
Till the haunt broadened the mind
And till the feelings softened
And till the stubborn egos diluted
And mind got thoroughly cleansed
And the heart was well rinsed
Relations were reexamined
And long-gone past was buried
For a new life and a new beginning

Of hope, joy and mutual understanding

Friday, June 16, 2017

Still Grateful for that Hurtful Love (A mini story)

From the pen-APN                     
As one of the loveliest human being, you came into my life and gave me invaluable experiences to understand myself and the world around me. In your hugs I have seen the friendliness of a beautiful soul; in your intimacy, I have learned the language with which hearts speak…
Today you will go away from me and I will withhold myself from you not to disturb your life anymore. It is painful and hurts like hell but you have your life and I have mine.
You carried your bag to the bus stop on your shoulders. You signaled a bus. The bus slowly stopped and you got into it. I also turned my back and looked at the asphalt road that shone with the blazing sun. You carried your bag and I was carrying mine. My bag was like yours but I carried something more valuable in the bag and that was the sweet memories of the days we had spent together… 
Politics goes on… and people quarrel over power. Money matters and truthfulness loses its luster but life still struggles... Infidelity is there; break ups are there; misunderstandings are there. But it comes with a realization that the feelings of the heart are above everything else and the signature of love is indelible in the soul for all times to come. And it is a different thing that we may not meet again and we may not hug again and we may not cross each other’s roads.
I open a new chapter of my life this morning. I know the dark hours of the cloud will subside and the morning sun will herald a fresh beginning to me. This hope motivates me now to go forward. Life is giving tests after tests and I thank my Lord who has arranged so beautiful experiences for me and has helped me gain the most from my life.
Love you God…love you world…I am still alive and I have decided to live awesomely the rest of my life.



Thursday, June 1, 2017

Because I am an Egoistic Monster

From the pen APN

She was a paragon of beauty. And I was an admirer of her sweet fragrance and unmistakable beauty. I used to watch her and admire her beauty with all my heart and soul. One day the lady also noticed my intensity of appreciation and smiled at me. Her smile ignited something so strong in my heart that my mind stopped working and my heart beats paced up. And I held her hands tightly in mine…
Then one day I discovered myself dangerously close to her. I held her in my arms and she closed her eyes…
When she opened her eyes and I released her from my arms, she told, “When a woman loves someone with her heart she can do everything for him.”
But I was a rascal lover. I demanded more and more of her time, attention and physical nearness. And any deviation from my demands was meted with harsh scolding and bitter words. However, every time she proved herself true to her words. She adjusted herself a lot to my sudden whims and outbursts. And at last one day with tearful eyes she spoke, “Dear I fail in my love and I am perhaps too weak and I can no longer bear your love.” Then she walked away from my life because I had already become an egoistic monster and I was no more a lover of beauty. Her absence was like hell to me and I knew I have to bear the hellish pain because monsters live in hell only. 
I was traumatised when the staunch lady-love left me. I searched all her reminiscences in my room and cried out my heart, clasping her each memory.
I looked at a photograph of her that I found on my table. And I remembered how on a fine morning I had compelled the modest lady to accede to my demands.
My memory reenacted the incident as if it was a matter of yesterday…..
Over the phone, in a stern voice, I had asked her, “Where are you now?” Then in a demanding tone, I had further added, “I need an instant photograph of yours right now. Whatsapp me a photo in 5 minutes. And do not send selfie because I hate selfie. Ok.”
The lady was undone because she was moving alone on a busy street and she was about to attend an interview. However, that day she had requested a passerby shamelessly to click a few photographs of her so that she could send them to me.
In numberless similar occasions, she had proved her statement, “When a woman loves someone with all her heart she can do everything for him.”
Today I hold the photo in my hand but I miss the lady in it because I am an egoistic monster and I am not worthy of her.