Hollowness

  The cracked stone walls wore the

  laminated heads of the murdered  

  creatures on it's chest , 

  like a broach ,with careless pride, 

 

The chandelier hung riskily by its ever-loosening threads,

Filling  the room with the echoes that sounded far deeper than it's empty air. 

  The worn out carpets still shining with    the eternal richness of it's golden threads ,laid flat on the ground , welcoming the royal feet with it's velvety feel. 

The fungoid wooden door with rusted red- black chains hanging,

 a ghastly creek heard every time it moved, echoed it's real age. 

The majestic ,oval , stained mirror, 

stuck in the middle of the room , 

echoed the essence of the entire area. 

It's diamond filled frame caught the smirk of the soul peeking in it, 

perfectly reflecting the hollowness. 

World through a window

At around 5 am in the morning, the cattle was grazing the green lush fields. Their sheds were now ready to be cleaned. The lumps of cowdung which decorated the greenery,  like a pudding, were still glowing - a displaying the sign of their freshness. The cool breeze was now raising the hair on my skin. Still I managed to enjoy it somehow resisting the shivering which was now evident to others. 

               

           The skies were still dozing, forgetting to make way for the sun. The stacks of hay which were kept in heaps now scattered all across the soil, their own weights challenging the air. I gazed through the glass stained bar window, at the changing rails , their hands soldered to one another. The speeding train next to mine swiped everyone's laziness like a sandstorm blowing the rooftops. I suddenly shuddered my way out of the world through the window. 

           

Defying death

The dark yet silver lined clouds invaded the sky late that evening. The stars , the moon and other heavenly bodies eventually hid behind the dark curtain. She hurried on the way back to her apartment. Susan's bike was now making  horrendous sounds like a huge engine about to crash. The next thing she  heard was a big thud and she was on the ground with her bike disembodied and broken, having hit the pole. Though her stop was a few minutes away, the current situation made the 10 meter walk quite challenging. Yet, exhaling a heavy breath of the humid air, she stood on her weak coping legs and trying to put the everything back, she somehow managed to assemble the pieces and began to walk. The torn border of her dress fluttered in the air, the fabric covered by the seams now inhaling as much air as it could. She continued her struggle to reach home as fast as she could. Afterall, it was her dear mayflower, blossoming in the earthen pot soaking as much humidity as it could. But now, it was in utmost need of water and it's only saviour was Susan, who was stuck in her little mishap. 

              After toiling for a while at the attempt of walking, she looked at her worn knees. The  knees, scratched had stopped bleeding by now but the pain was still lingering. The dark clouds above were now roaring at their highest pitch and Susan felt a drop of water on her sweaty, dehydrated forehead. A new hope awakened and her feeble attempts now gained strength. After walking a few steps, the skies burst suddenly and water gushed out of it sprinkling its shower on everyone in its way. A tired Susan suddenly heaved a sigh of relief and sat down suddenly looking above as if thanking, as her dying little kid in the pot now was getting its life back- drop by drop.