SCENE OF REVENGE

    Part 1

An envious journey to destroy an unacceptable love was terrible; which wildly poured the melancholy that Osborne apparently knew.

Thoughts crawled one other; they ripped his passionate soul and blind his eyes, then with hate and curse — were strident echoes to life, no laughter, no pleasures serenaded, but all was quiet and quiet as a gloomy dark and despair that gave venom for him to revenge.

 The damp air was blowing from west; dewdrops covered the ardent hill slopes, and the darkness obedient to the bright Moon. The atmosphere looked wet and cold, the green of the forest was unclear, and all was silent: except the murmurings of the two lovers; beside the crags, where the radiant moon shadowed the secretly hiding mischievous Osborne’s envy frame and by madness that he held his fists tightly with rampant aggression and grudge.

Slowly he moved, to the place where fare-looked Waldo and dauntless Nancy sat; and hide underneath a huge rock piece. He saw them embracing with extreme affection. Aggression

Overwhelmed with uttermost pressure and cold demoralized his altering brain; he knew since his arrival for that occult plan of destruction was only loss, which was Nancy, to whom he has still Love, even love is unrequited, but a narrow ray of hope still remained in his dismayed heart, though folly was all in his self-determinations and slowly his mind said ‘to kill Waldo and abduct Nancy’.

'I found the beautiful shade in Earth,as a writer under the shelter of Literature,which the sense giving exercise of all kind'

SEEN A PAIR OF PEACEFUL LIPS

Now the evening came,the stars all chime
Musical, Musical,the guitarist passed by—
The greeny moors of the country dale
And tuned his magical device
with rustic thoughts all wandered around
The fields of new hope.

O musical,the guitarist attuned..
While all the pains dissolving away
While all the pains dissolving away
Heard are peaceful melodies
And seen a pair of peaceful lips
Before he left..

A BOOK REVIEWED

Arthur Telling gives a brilliant philosophy through his work 'the steps’, which I read it presently. I like the theme of the book with his views against the pseudoscientific- culture of the present world. The author brilliantly smashing up against the present religious norms and the unreasonable acts of the humans by making up an idol which is falsely respected and believing to be the current protector of a natural DISORDER—yet false faces can do nothing in this world. In his view, he agrees there is a sea change for the universe, which we will see when a new world starts; there will be a change, which happens in the future. This transformation is neither a God or an external force nor an act of a godly force, but it happens in the physical, natural and chemical way. I really appreciate sir for your perception, for writing a book with far above the human thoughts. In addition, technically he speaks about the advanced methods using human consciousness and reality in this modern world to run against the cataclysm in which the world is going to face. The language is a bit pacey and quite innovative element for the new era.

NATURE'S SLEEP

The current shade of the crepuscule is so radiant than ever before. The sun has to go back and the Nature is going to miss her phenomenal globe until tomorrow. The clouds are so dusky in the twilight skies. The transparent curtain of mine is glowing in brown radiance all along its tapestries. I am wondering about Nature and her post changes, which are going to occupy our silence. Nature is the birthplace of all organisms from whose essence we enjoy. It is a place to ponder self and seek the curiosity in all the forms of it. I have to turn for the dark hours when the sun is going to leave from its horizon, then since I cannot see the green of the Earth, and the plants will get their sleep and the animals too. The nature is going for partial sleep by the end of the dusk.

'A PEN AHEAD THE THOUGHT IS A BEAUTY ABOVE THE THORN'

ENGAGEMENT BELLS

PART 2

Saturday evening was incredible with parents that I had a meeting. They were preparing me how to face the girl and her parents and mom was helping me how to be not serious in a function or a party and she said:

‘Son don’t be serious on Sunday when you reach there, give her a smile and don’t talk too much about studies or Literature, it could get bored’

I laughed at her and whispered at her ears

‘Mom this advice is too much, don’t you know am your romantic son’

Everything was prepared for Sunday. My clothes all washed and neatly ironed, my shoes are prepared with a pair of clean socks, and nothing was faulty in me to give complaint. All was apparently well and decked.

 I entered her home on Sunday morning with my uncle and Dad. They gave us a warm welcome and gave handful respect and admiration. Her father is a retired military cop and had been working all over India. Her mother did not ask much to me and seemed silent as if a statue as I don’t like more questions from a mother in law being strict to ask. Her brother was so silent and stood in the side of the cushion chair we sat. While in the hall discussing with that family, her father called her and she came into the room gave us tea and put a bunch of banana on the top of the table and she stand a while leaning on the wall and after that she went back to her room.

 I noticed her white face distinctly; she was beautiful as a full moon and whispered to myself

‘This is good and sure will happen’

The girl finished the computer training and quit it and was doing the banking training. I didn't ask much about her reason of quitting the computer field.

Then the girl’s father asked his daughters opinion about me and she affirmed

Yes, my dad was happy and uncle was happy. Then her father asked to us

‘What is the step next, she liked him’

My uncle replied laughingly

‘We can fix a date for engagement’

‘Let it be’ he agreed

I had a chat with her before leaving her home making her happy without asking deep into her studying subjects, yet but asked her academic carrier and the timing of classes. When I said her to ask some questions about me, she looked shy and asked me about a few questions of my journey to India and returning date.

To be continued..

  

THE SELF EXHAUSTED ONE & THE WINTER

'Summer has grown
faster than thoughts
Like the day exhausted
with loss in our thoughts
Tired not the sun
The self exhausted one
With a fire himself burnt
 will show us the best
 Glance day by day
Until the winter gives
A boon to our hearts'

GRANNY'S HEAVEN

There is my granny’s spirit, active and playful in all the corners of our old single stored family house of concrete—a building, which was constructed at a time when I was not yet born. She died three years ago and all her affections once gave to me. Now are here all the memories that I often keep in a place, which was quite unknown for anybody than me. Then since, I had to make me to call up every single inspiration in life of those, which was a result of her prayers that I do believe still. I was looking for those elevated joys in the midst of seasons’ changes, every coming and going to her house and sensed different feelings and emotions, which gave good moments in us each other. Her happiness was only my intention, whenever we are together, either she was in my own home or in the family building which lay in the midst of natural green, yes we loved one another in greatest pleasure. There was Granny’s Heaven and Heaven ever had bend upon her and gave every essence of felicity until she dragged to silent death.  Granny never fails to love me or care me. She is still in my memories. I love you so much until my end

WRITER'S PEN

Look him, he writes in the heart of humankind, the bitter thoughts of his experiences that urge him to make an abrupt remembrance of his pallid memories. The waning moon looked so painful for his haunting soul, which was almost dried by the exposure of sun’s intense heat. He was a blinking star-kid in the past, who cried for his ignorance and love that he never tasted in his boyhood days. Was he mixed love in his solitude — yes, he had a past with painful memories, where love never had attached to his soul but flew to unsophisticated regions of dark filled faces. He as a watcher of curious phenomenon and entertained himself in looking the gang of stars that silently hung in the vast, extended skies and dared to count them with sublime in his thoughts on starry nights. He was an aggressive learner who made mistakes in multitudes, both in his mind and its reflection called actions. His nerves are weak enough for fortune when his society cheered against his brat mind. He collected the sorrows’ drains as if He had to obey the false practices to fulfill a thought. Days and nights were indistinguishable for him to give a relief from the terror that trembled in his intense emotional mind. He yearned freedom and always tried to remove the shackles of customs from his hands, which was tight enough to remove its locked hook. Tangled by emotional thorn and wreathed by the asthmatic world, pathetic by the very origin. He believed memories are painful like the crack that occurred in the midst of soul, by the submissive violence. He, who wrote these hurts in a mystic book with dreams of pain, was not well to share his pen to others.

   

ON MY DEAR & DEAD FRIEND JEREMY

Jeremy would probably be the unluckiest guy in the diploma classes, but the survived one. It was very tough for him to understand lessons which instructor taught. He maintained his thoughts of immature quality. ‘Dubiety’ was often his soul –mate. Scarcely could he understand the conclusion of the chapters, which his classmates already gained. Something like a motor-or a device or an external factor like a clearer sky or a beautiful natural wind was essential for him to accelerate him. He went one loop to connect with the other, either in the case of theories or in the other side of practical exercises. In addition, the instructor ‘Manuel’ was always his nightmare and many of his classes seemed to him like he was running away with some fret and sat unwillingly in most of his time stinting in our gloomiest College.