M I S S I N G

they found a body

breathing with lungs full of nothingness 

hands tied to the oppressions of the age

his eyes blankly staring at the silence ahead

his skin bruised of despair

his head wounded with the injuries of expectations 

they found a body

no one recognised the man 

who was he

who did him this bad

what was his name

what became of the  man

they found a body

hardly awake but still not dead

shoulders hanging with nomore will  left to fight

his body covered in his own blood 

a soul heartbroken 

they found a body

choked to lifelessness

imprisoned in a doomed world who failed

to hear his cry

he screamed in loneliness 

for someone to hear him 

he screamed in the darkness for someone to help him flee

trapped in the dungeon of broken dreams 

he cried for someone to remind him of hope and care

of the light in the morning after the night engulfs in pain and  misery 

they found a body

who dreamt of a world of beauty

a world that held him not as captive

but set him free from his flawed choices 

a world without rejections 

without enemies but friends

a place of freedom without sins or crime

a world of no hate no discrimination 

but of total  acceptance, love and peace

they found a body

finally with a name 

someone forgotten for a mournful of  decades

someone who once lived 

across the street with a plan of a  future in bliss

there was a man 

who once lived but simply

they found a body 

it was him 

 the man  named " Nobody"

       Art courtesy: Sybil Samuel (@sybsworld)

The Silent Observer

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He saw the age of time

Unfold the delicate petals,

Rare yet easily beguiling 

Of a poison flower.

Traded on the paved streets of vanity

A concoction of charm,

Fleeting bliss secretly fading in the dark.

Its merchant deluded to a world unaware

Awake yet sauntering in narrow alleys asleep.

Souls sought to grasp its strings 

Thirsting for happiness unfulfilled

For lives dreamt yet failed to live

For love, 

Love, the ghost that never lived

And never found.

"How selfish, how cruel" he sighed.

"What's life alike a dreary parasite 

Wreched, and gloom

Feeding on moments lived,

Yet truly unlived,

In ransoms of unfateful pleasures of approval and gain." He deeply moaned.

His eyes reflecting his sorrow,

He groaned under the streetlight.

None cared to pay him attention

While they wandered silently in the shadows

He carelessly barked with his heart sinking inside

He lost his one and only,

His truest friend,

The one who dearly cared.

The one he loved much.

His master.

He sighed, shaking his head in dismay, and quietly strayed on the paths ahead, sleepless, and hungry.

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Eve in search of love

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She treads on blades of velvet green

Wrapped in an aura of perfection and grace

Yet her eyes reveals her secret pain

As she stares the desolate land in the distance

And weeps.. 

Her tears fall as dew on the lush green grass

They turn as crystals sparkling under the golden sunshine 

Yet they are the sharp sorrows that leave her feet with scars and bruises

But still she walks and weeps in pain

Her heels bleed, leaving behind a crimson trail, that follows her to the lonely woods

Woods, enchanted and dark

Her crown slips as she strangles the silk tassel of her robe in a thorny bush

The woods are silent as they watch her struggle alone in pain

Her tears fall as the thorns prick and hurt her skin

Yet she squanders in darkness, 

In the lone aching in her soul and heart

Chasing that which cannot be found 

Searching the one which was once hers,  but now is lost

She seeks him under the dark sky lit with innumerable stars

And yet, the stars that shoot from her eyes, each call out his name

On the strings of her breaths, 

Each rhythm of her beating heart 

She calls out his name

Crying as a ghost calling out for rest 

Still she weeps.. 

As her soul embraces the solitude

And the silence hangs over as the heavy girded curtain unwilling to fall 

She longs for him... 

Each night haunted by the demons playing her insecurities and fears

And each day adding more distance and unrest to her broken heart

She screams his name even in her slumber

He was the love of her fragile little heart

Her life

Her existence

Her soul

The magic 

The misery

The mayhem

The madness inside her

He was everything she wanted

Yet everything she lost

Everything she fought for,  yet everything she quit. 

And he was her everything yet the very thing he asked her to let go

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---Sybil Samuel 

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Free at last...

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Freedom. . . 

She desired it more than anything else 

Like the caged bird wanting to fly

She dreamt of it 

It felt like reaching out her little hands to grab the tiny stars in sky

Freedom...

It was the song she earnestly longed to sing 

She was the forest of burnt woods and ashes

The fluttering butterfly clutched in the enemy's fist. 

She was the sinking dusk sun swallowed by the dark blues

She was but the bird that dreamt of wings to soar the heights. 

Her melodies were taunted by her grief

She was the lonely leaf dangling on a weak branch of a tree. 

Fraught with fear, heartaches and despair. 

She found none, no one to hear her cry, soothe her hurts or pity on her scars... 

She was the fragile heart

Broken and stained 

Freedom... 

She still longed for it... 

Freedom... 

To her freedom was now the rope, 

That hanged from the ceiling

She stood up and walked towards it... 

Her eyes stared ahead,  hardly blinking

She looked pale,  her pink cheeks were dull, they were wet with tears,  still hot tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. 

Her steps were weak, her feet were shaking

But she had decided 

 Resolute in mind

She walked her path towards freedom

Freedom from the bondage,  the slavery and the much exploits that caged her in chains.

She adjusted the noose around her neck. 

She sighed deeply. Then smiled. Knowing at last what was to come. 

She was embracing her freedom,  she closed her eyes and slept in deep slumber and none could ever wake her again. 

At last Free... 

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Midnight Musings

He stood silent... Staring ahead the charcoal blanket full of tiny stars twinkling brightly in the dark sky. The silver crescent moon hung over the horizon. 

He closed his eyes and gasped, then drew the pale curtains over the windows.
The room fell quiet and dark, only the dim moonlight that streamed in through the window, made it bit comforting, though, it did not fail to appeal like a haunting dark dungeoun. 

The place smelled like aged wallpaper, rust and somewhat of coffee beans.

Soon the thick dark clouds hid the crescent silver moon... The lake remained calm and still, as the glimpse of the beautiful silvery moon was overcast from view.... 

The leaves ruffled by slow breeze, the rats squeaked in their little holes, nibbling the bits of food, the owl settled on a thick branch of a tree... 

It was dark, one would be afraid of even their own shadow... The bats were the only noisiest mammals outside in such dark.... 

The silent midnight hour, when the world falls in slumber, deafened to the outside chaos and noise... 

While some struggle alone in the unpleasant dark, left bruised, abandoned and hurting...  Some hearts grieving in silence, unheard, unseen...
Weeping in their loneliness... Unnoticed...

He stooped a little, his silver teacup was lying near his favourite velvet cushioned chair, he bent low to pick it up.

Why was he still awake so late? A man in late 60s, silver grey hairs, wrinkled loose skin, searching a cup in the dark...
He lowered himself to pick the cup, the chain on his neck touched the floor, the silver cross on his chain beamed as the moonlight fell on it.
He smiled, a content smile of relief, as he picked the cup and stared the cross.

"Somethings meant to occur..." He mumbled quietly and reclined on a chair near his desk .

A burgundy color diary was kept on his desk, he lit the lamp and the fluorescent light beamed in the dingy room.
He held his smile, the gentle, warm smile of knowing. . . . knowing certain things...

He was a retired priest, silver haired man, with thoughtful grey eyes, who treasured the wisdom sought under the sun. Lived as an interested audience, watching various dramas of life unfold before him. A keen observer of life, of things... Of the peculiar, little things, that many would fail to notice. Only now, with old age holding him in its clutch, he found himself increasingly critical of the drama submitted to him.

The night was frigid and still. The houses in the neighborhood loomed huge and imposing, and most people's porch lights were already off for the night.

He closed his eyes and gasped.

And then began scribbling in his diary...

"Everything in his time"

. . . Still carrying that smile, his mind busy in musings...

"We sit with our lives in the wrinkles of our fists, unable to comprehend or understand ourselves.

Sombre, dreary mortals...

Breathing...
Time, passing away with our breaths... Moments fleeting from us with a blink...

Beyond our will or power...

Absolute certainties crumble to dust.

All the metaphors cannot truly describe Life..."

He shut his eyes and pondered deeply.

"The weights that bring us down... Hold back our empty hearts..."

He paused and stared the withered sunflower kept in a vase on his table.

"Sometimes... But not sometimes...

It is always, worth the fight.

For One Day...

All that seemed far away, visible from a distance...
Will become clear...

The blurry ... Glimpse of that something familiar...
Something we had often known... All along...
Something known to our subconscious ... To our hearts...

Something...
Our beating hearts never forgot to remind...

Something whispered as a wish though agreed with a frail heart...

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And Then the magical thing... 

Something ..  Meant to occur ... 

As purposed... 

The gossamer thread belief one clungs to for so long... Even when the strength was gone... Amidst the rough and overwhelming trails...

Yet one hung onto it.... The shimmery gossamer thread of faith in the dark..."

He paused his gaze fell at the Sacred Heart image of Christ on his wall. 

He took a long breath, held his pen and continued.

" Resign not to fate...  It shall come to pass."

The room was silent. A long tail flickered. Two eyes glowed yellow. A cat scampered stealthily across the room.

"Kitty, my lovely fluffy cat... " He smiled broadly. 

He closed the burgandy diary and looked at the clock. 

"Time for bed..." The cat purred slowly. 

"Sleep.. (Walked lowering his head) will never be worthy of the dreams we dare to touch."

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Yours Truly

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A pleasant February evening... The cafe looked unusually quiet... Dim Candescent lights were lit and sweet aroma of cinnamon, vanilla and cocoa infused in the entire room.

Kabir & Sneha sat near a corner, beside the entrance door of the cafe.

Some moments later a guy approached their table, and collected the empty coffee mugs. Both Sneha & Kabir ordered their usual favorite mocha... The pragmatic yet unassuming, Kabir sat opposite Sneha his face downward, in the silent, dimly lit room his countenance visibly expressed his sadness.

His eyes were glued to the delicate diamond ring... One which sat in his right palm and the other one, which Sneha flaunted on her manicured fingers. 

There was an awkward silence for a long while.

"I think, I must leave now."-- Sneha finally spoke, to loosen herself from the strangling, strange awkwardness.

Kabir held Sneha's hand and tried to stop her.

Sneha stood staring Kabir with questioning expressions.

" Let me leave first."--Kabir replied, his face downward, now staring the mosaic marble floor.

"Because...." --he paused, looked at Sneha with pleading eyes, but failed to continue the gaze, as his eyes became wet with tears...

"Because.... I can't stand.. to see you walk away from me." 

He picked himself and and began to walk towards the door.

"You were my Bestfriend, Kabir. We could still be friends...." -- Sneha spoke slowly rather hesitantly.

Kabir turned to reply "No! (he drew a deep breath) I don't think ...  I'll subscribe that idea. Good bye Sneha...."

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A burgandy diary lay open beside Kabir's mocha coffee mug.

Kabir's mind raced back to the past... Almost a year have passed, since he last met Sneha.

He relaxed on a chair, inside the same cafe.

It was late evening hour.

Kabir appeared melancholic, his hairs awry and mind busy in musings....

He held a silver pen and began writing intensely.

He paused some moments later, looked at a picture, the one he found while flipping the diary pages; early college years... an adorable picture of Sneha & Kabir together.

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He brushed the streaming tears from cheeks, and picked up the pen again to write.

"Slowly as the mists disappear....

A vision begins to unravel... I find myself sinking below the deep blue Sea of Emotions...

It felt like a Dream, but I knew, I was wide awake... And then I saw Her...

She was there... Standing under the shade of the same mango tree, where we spent most of our childhood..

Her butcher brown eyes, that smiles back at you . . hides a thousand galaxies..

The gleaming Sun lighting up her skin, and she looks away, her cheeks turn red and pink blushing shyly...

I then follow her to a Secret Garden... Where she hides her favorite things, and fondest memories and wishes of heart.

We dance to her favorite melodious tunes.. There's tenderness in the air. Her dark brown curls appear as happy as her, they sway as she dance... 

It was but a Dream... I reminded myself.

I close my eyes and tried listening to the rythm of my beating heart. 

And then... I felt the deep silence.. Silent Secret Garden... I opened my eyes and stood bewildered... She left me... I searched her everywhere. Her absence left me teary eyed... 

I stood there alone, still waiting... Waiting.. Wishing she would return. Waiting, until it was dark... 

Waiting with a aching heart..

...... I still love you (a solitary tear ran down Kabir's cheeks).... ""

The ink was smudged... Kabir closed the diary and begin walking outside the Cafe. Light drizzle began falling from dark sky.

He suddenly stopped reaching the entrance door of the Cafe.

Kabir stood outside the door for a long while, almost drenched by rain...  He picked out from his right pocket, a glittering ring, and ran his fingers on the gold rim, where two letters were visible. Two letters etched 'K' and 'S' for Kabir and Sneha.

Still rains were pouring.. But Kabir's cheeks were wet with tears.

He sighed briefly, then slowly, decided to stride the dark, silent, empty streets. Walking the distance, each single step, moving away from the Cafe and the past memories.

"And it rained all night..  But could not soothe the lone, aching hearts..

I stare the silent, dull gray walls around and wonder, what possibly had gone wrong? ...

Past memories creep through the door and then silence begins to haunt..

The distances between us seems to be a million miles.. I fight hard not to cry...

Though each time, I gasp and brush away the tears... The silence, completes the sentences... That my rhythmic heartbeat whispers.. 

I have to leave it all behind...

I decide to loosen these strands, that entagle me to your memories... 

This time I truly let go...

But I promise to meet you, to the place far away... To a place where dreams turn real.. 

To a place where happiness is found...

To a place where I find you...

It is the Secret Garden.. 

Where everything you desire, everything you seek... and everything you need .. You shall find..."

~Yours Truly~

Kabir

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