A Chronicle Of Dreams

March 24, 2011

The Divination

The curtain parted...

She gulped....not him again. She gestured for him to take a seat.

He never looked around to notice the tiny alterations that were now possible .

Ever since he become her biggest client.

He gazed with such intensity that she was sure her tiny room would combust.

No longer asked the question...he had only one thing on his mind...

Closed her eyes, muttered the ancient words and looked....

Time for the usual lie....somehow they were easier, the truth choking her vocal chords .

He smiled at her answer, paid and left her staring at his daughter’s death in her crystal.

March 22, 2011

The Visits - Mag 58

Watching them leave

emptiness all around

back to the start.

ten steps back for

every half step forward..

this macabre dance

at the end of each month.

Pausing by the calendar

circling the same digits

of a new Gregorian phase.

The lights turned dim

the shadows on the wall,

glinting metal and shield.

This gift was a curse

breaking ties apart

the folklore said.

Too late to heed

the damage ran deep,

visitation rights wasn't

all this warrior craved.

March 20, 2011

Haiku 10

Image courtesy unsanechild.deviantart.com

Gaping heart bleeding /
Nature's fury in command /

Now out of control //

( For the people of Japan )

March 19, 2011

# 30 Random Musings For The Day

Funny how the recent Wiki leak bombs pound the Indian Government around HOLI.....as if we didn't have enough colourful scams already....

Images courtesy : Google images and Mosaic courtesy : PhotoScape

March 18, 2011

A short Summary : This is a series of stories on "the ordinary women" whose lives are/were interconnected, some more - some less....they are based on one or more events that affected/changed their lives...
The stories are true as far as the plot or gist of the matter go....the wordplay is the author's portrayal....

Apologies to any one who finds her story here.... Unfortunately, this one is mine....

She paused at the doorstep...looking back at the room once more. Everything was as she had left it two months ago....the curtains, the dining table she begged and begged for months and finally got, her favourite couch rich blue with silver trimmings, a favourite with the only three neighbours who passed his test (well most of the time at least).

   The light blue sofa still stood, a mute majestic witness to the torment sessions, mental and emotional, countless endured to the point of a breakdown, the humiliations, the constant put downs that still sent cold shivers down her spine.
   His high pitched voice with a maniac quality echoed in her brain, cold swept all over her, the heart pounding at an inhuman rate...the well recognised signs of a panic attack. She took deep breathes the way her doctor has taught her, clutched a chair for support and moved to gather her few precious belongings, a culmination of six wasted years.
   Every piece of cloth, a book here, a C.D there, remainders of the few happy moments she had managed to gather and salvage from the wreck that was her marriage. Her bags packed, she glanced at the house for one last time ....
   The house she had tried in vain to make a home but dimly realised now was never hers to begin with. The house now stood for only loss : loss of innocence, loss of her unborn child, loss of hope, loss of dignity, loss of self worth and the greatest loss, one that would haunt her for years to come, loss of the will to live.
   The lift stopped , her and bags deposited to the ground floor, the safety zone...as she turned to hug and wave at her few friends, the only ones that would miss her...never him, never him..
   She saw at last in the afternoon sun....behind her stood the skyscraper tall, looming and lonely ....before her stood her mother and the cab, her ticket to freedom bought at a bitter price.

   She walked with a spring in her step, a tiny smile, a smile none the less that threatened to break out of the gloom, knowing that though the road ahead was not easy, too many battles still to be fought.... He could never hurt her again.....

Wc 383 to add a 100 odd words.

March 14, 2011

Haiku 9

Image Courtesy Flickr,com

Each view distorted /

Disproportionate sizes /

These broken wings, mine //

The Mastermind

He had never been accused of being intelligent...therein lay his secret to success...

At first glance he was anything but impressive...a mousy looking junior accountant in a slowly popular fashion house, a stickler for rules and honest to a fault....

The reports were prompt, accurate; the books in perfect order...

When the audit firm asked for hereto overlooked records, he was all smiles and helpful, assigning an assistant their way....

As the scam was unearthed, the store keeper and stock manager suspended...he was effusive in his praise of the young interns who unlocked the so called fraud.... his mind focusing on the latest victims to be hired...