Thoughts to Words

Empty pages inhabited the shabby bed. Meandering ideas wandered in his head, Thoughts of rejection- Captured them with dread. As the writer always desired for the best. Surrounded by emotions and mountains, His wall had an old painting of a fountain. The fragrance of orchids filled the room, While he took the last sip of his wine. The clock's ticking was unstoppable, Suddenly he heard a sound, It was perhaps of a gunshot. That night he wrote an ode, It was to pay respect to someone's soul. ©songbriti

The ceiling fan mocked the wind outside, A radio constantly played loud. He grew restlessly fanatic, As she provoked him with all her might. He rushed to strangle her, Blood poured down rapidly. The knife had backstabbed him, It carved a deep wound in his hand. "You bloody creature!", he yelled. The wind turned into a thunderstorm, Breaking his window panes. The music kept playing, While she suddenly faded away. The vicious circle clenched his mind, She'd never go away from his sight. He gulped down a pill in no time, Battling schizophrenia again that night. ©songbriti

My mind is flooded with thoughts of existentialism. The thoughts struck my mind when I came across these two words which were printed on my friend's t-shirt- Choose Life. Our birth is never our choice. The two words which had grabbed my attention had innumerable interpretations. We are born into a society where even the nomads have their own set of norms! Existentialism claims how the "true essence" of human beings is what holds utmost importance and not the "arbitrary essence" which the society attributes to them. I wonder if "true essence" is a myth or merely two words combined together to evoke an illusion of mystic self-transcendence. Perhaps, some parts of the puzzle were destroyed ever since life took birth. A million facets expand from one story.  No wonder we have created the concept of "Benefit of Doubt”. I envision a phase when a catastrophe in the realm of our intellects will deconstruct everything. If only humanity then cast

My mind is screaming your name, I feel so deranged. I wish you were a nightmare, Then, I'd get over you the next day. "Wait, stay with me.", I want to say. But, I swallow my words again. Your sixth sense feels my desire right away. My hands tremble, As your touch puts me under a spell. Consciousness knocks my senses. I refuse to let your touch intoxicate my soul, It's taken me years to master self-restraint. You were my nightmare. For this is a new day. ©songbriti

Your outright confession. My silent nature. Opposites seduced each other, And now, a catastrophe is born! ©songbriti

Blood stains on the white dress, Her forehead is sheathed in sweat. "Are you fine?", enquires her friend. Trembling with irritation she yells- "No, I'm screwed by my period!" And her voice echoes in the *ladies* toilet. *Tring-tring* - the phone rings. It's her first date! The white dress gets replaced. She hugs her saviour- Her best friend. The cramps attack her abdomen, As the continental dishes arrive; The candle on the table slowly melts. He strikes a conversation. She puts on a facade of sheer delight. "Your smile is so perfect", he compliments. Her mind cannot remain sane. She dislikes the taste of pretence. A good-bye kiss seals the date, And a new chapter ends. She removes her heels, And sits barefoot on her bed. Her head murmurs sarcastically- "Oh! What a memorable date!" ©songbriti

Dear Buddy , “I wish there was something more than friendship between us” ,he said. His sloshed voice made me angry, I felt like slapping him hard and bringing him back to his senses (I wish he was in the same city at that time!). He was my friend- my  Best Friend . He hurt me and I am not someone who accepts apologies easily. Yet I do not know why he was an “ Exception ” to my rule book. I am not going to complain about him dating another girl. It was his life, and we live in a democratic country! But I was not interested in being his psychologist. It was annoying when he called me-  Just  to vent out his so-called depression. I  Did Not  want to write a novel based on his  love-break up-makeup  life! He ensured me that I was important to him. I wondered why? After all, I was his Best Friend, wasn't it obvious? Focusing on the loss of my importance in his life and how love-struck he was, would be too Bollywoodish and cliche (I love Bollywood films but I did not wish for any  Jaane

Dear Buddy, After a tug of war between emotions,  Concern  was finally victorious. I decided to let go of my “ego” and call him! No, like I mentioned earlier I still do not love him. It is the memories that we created together which perhaps never allows me to obliterate him forever from my memory. I decided to call him. There was an impulse within me which compelled me to call him. “Hello”, a voice answered. I was listening to this voice after an extensive gap of four years…Unable to react, I hung up the call. There was a point in time when conversations between us were endless. The irony of time explained my hesitance and my lack of courage to talk to my Best Friend and ask him if he was fine. I was in a state of dilemma when my phone rang. He called back. I rejected the call; my response was comparable to a reflex action to combat the dilemma. I asked a friend of mine for suggestions about handling my situation and she made me realize how necessary it was for me to confront the

Dear Buddy, Why can’t relationships be immortal? Why do they suffer due to consequences and eventually die forever. Perhaps, I too murdered a relation. A clap requires two palms; similarly I cannot be held solely responsible for the loss, can I? Remember, I narrated to you how things were fine between Ayaan and me. I never knew some relations are destined to have a short life. I thought there was no unspoken emotion left between us and that we had clarity about our relation. His birthday; it ruined everything. It always does! No, not the birthday… his drunken state of mind and the emotions he expressed at that moment left me in rage! Being his Best Friend, I knew I would be the first one to wish him. I have always been the first one to wish him on all his birthdays. “Happy birthday Ayaan!” I said softly. I had wished I could scream my lungs out and wish him. It was midnight and I was considerate as my roommate was peacefully asleep. “Thank Youuuu”, he shouted. His reply was enough for

Two souls. Two countries. Politics won, partition became a reality. And, a saga of love became one of its martyrs. ©songbriti

He hated those magical eyes she possessed. You know why? Because they reflected her intensity and  trapped him in the labyrinth of unrequited love for ever . ©songbriti

Roads of expectancies, Voyage of time; Familiar unfamiliarity- Destiny waits. Striving exertions, Adventurous strides, Emerging endeavors- Destiny reformed. ©songbriti

Thoughts unravel, Blue stains, Engraved fearlessly- On a white canvas. Epiphany achieved; Canonization performed. A masterpiece, Ruling millions of bookshelves. ©songbriti

Collision of paths, Destinies meet; Vows bespoken- Joy heavenized. Solicitude unleashed; Momentary solace, Of capable fallacy; Fictitious realism. ©songbriti

Exuberant focus, Defying the wind- The ardent prodigy, Extirpated an effigy, Amidst traditional enemies. Venerated for virtuosity; Upholding his panache; In a palatial museum, Shone the sculpture, Rewarded for valour. ©songbriti

Rollicking times, Light-hearted pranks; Sounds of laughter, Built the bond. Infinite conversations- Telepathy unleashed, Impermanent clashes, Sorted in a flash. Reflection of emotions, Priceless possession; The Magic of trust- Immortalized the bond. ©songbriti

"Ma'am, what inspired you to write this book?" enquired one of the journalists. "Emotions," she replied and walked out of the press conference after announcing the release of her fictional novel-"Pain-A lifelong phenomena". Five years back, he had assassinated all her emotions and the only evidence of his heinous crime was her pain which, of course, wore an invisible cloak now. He was waiting for her outside the conference room. "Karma" doesn't spare anyone and he suffered every minute. His every breath made him realize that he'd taken someone's life. He had searched for her everywhere, his pain was spreading like cancer every single day and the only cure for his incurable pain was her forgiveness. He walked up to her and held her shoulders. "I am sorry," he said. He wanted to pour his heart out to her. He wanted her to know that he had been living like a

Thunderous explosion, Volitional destruction; Attainment of emptiness, Immensity of space. Pervading isolation, Yearning for conformity- An intruder, Prospers in his reign. ©songbriti

It'd been 6 years since they drank Coke from the same bottle and fought over the last piece of Dairy Milk . He had assured her that he'd never let geographical boundaries be a barrier between their hearts. Every evening was the replica of the festival which celebrates light.As the hills shone with tiny lights all over its body, their hands met at a viewpoint which provided a panoramic view of the place. The chilling breeze played cupid on their first kiss. Seasons changed but the warmth in their hearts was everlasting. "Look at these love birds", said their friends teasingly. However, both of them refused to tag their bond. Perhaps, every feeling does not require a concrete definition. "Chocolate?", he offered. He was willing to give her the whole chocolate this time. Yet she remained silent. He apologized for being late. He'd always been unpunctual while she valued time. He held her hands firmly but her fingers

It was long past midnight; the creator of an alternate universe was still awake. She wasn't bound by the laws of the so called reality which is a societal construct anyway. She held the kite's string firmly and adored the flying kite. The white string transformed into a red one and her fingers were responsible for eradicating the purity of the whiteness.The string was a sacrificer. While one lost its identity, the other gained liberty. The kite hovered in the sky like a pampered prince. The creator thought her happiness was deep-seated in the kite's freedom to fly. Unfortunately she erred in her realizations. The string got tangled in a tree. The pampered prince laid down on the ground. A kid who was passing by looked at the kite with sparkling eyes. The fortune of a prince is evergreen. The creator now gave a small amount of her attention to the silent warrior. She held another kite in her hand and the string's life became a bondage again. The string did n

Joyous moments- Consistent value of emotions, Essence of equivalence, Amidst diverse perceptions. Thoughts spoken- Barriers broken. Unraveling complexes, Of hidden desires. Utopian pleasure, Immortal treasure. Intrinsic humanity, Personifies the universality of love. ©songbriti

Embers of the incident flashed through her mind. She slipped into the dark alley unaware of its existence. Discovering the minute details of the room, elicited a feeling of unknown fear and anxiety. “Scared?” ,enquired a dreadful voice. She denied responding and put on a mask of bravery. Her sweaty palms and red cheeks proved the pellucidity and disability of the mask. “We can talk and dissolve matters?”, the voice suggested. This time she felt comparatively less anxious. Yet she continued pleading to be let free. “Can I please go out of this place?”, she begged. The fire within was repressed since a long time, but the embers were evident. One can run till the last tinge of energy saturates and she did the same. Unwilling to remain in the alley she ran towards the door with all her might. The door was locked and the only key to it was “Freedom”. Her panting renewed to normal breathing. “Talk”, she asserted and faced it with a sense of courage. The voice clarified how she needed to

Cold Stares; Numbness felt- Unspoken words, Shielded reality Blame games, Journey ends. Memories linger; Tears smile. ©songbriti

Chaos of emotions,   In different destinations.   An unnamed bond, Ignited passion.    Deep attachment,   Fear of detachment. The Connection- An unrevealed explosion. ©songbriti

You colonized my mind. You snatched my freedom to dream. The idea in my mind- Pleaded me to bring it into existence. I cried myself to sleep every night, When you forced me to abort my brainchild. Oh, you're already celebrating your victory, Since the society won't discover your misdeed. How could anyone ever imagine- That my own father murdered his grandchild. ©songbriti