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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SACHIN

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In the silent midnight hour, when the chaos and noise almost mutes and the fluorescent lights are visible across the streets. When the city slumbers in their comfy bed chambers and the heavy velvets are drawn across for privacy. 

There still lies a world, in the corners of the town, awake, living in the shadows, hiding behind the veils of a gossamer gray. 

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 Their faces pale appearing anemic, lean frames with little eyes peering out from their hiding place. They were the unfortunate few, born to wrestle for survival. 

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Born under the heavy burdens laden of poverty. 

Their lives a constant struggle... Suffering the maladies of a broken and lost humanity. 

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Bewildered with grief and despair yet undeterred they were cold from weather not cold of hearts. 

Shabbily dressed, unkempt hairs, tears stained cheeks, feeble, dull yet they were bathed with the luster of unique dreams. 

If one would ever draw nearer to these, they could glimpse into an another world beyond. 

A world enveloped of darkness. The darkness of nothing,  often criticized and judged. The darkness hiding behind the shadows. Yet, The darkness heralding the approach of a new dawn. 

The world where they never fail to appreciate the dim ray of hope, the hope of grasping life .

 Their grateful hearts never craving for the ugly greed. Their lips never betraying the truth. 

Their souls humble to serve but often exploited as slaves. They embrace the dark as from the dark of nothing once human life began. 

The nothing holding everything in its grasp yet never loosening its reins to the shallow, foolish hearts of men to claim it or boast. 

It is the darkness of fate yet the dark of transcendence. Their empty hands possess the keys unlocking the doors of a world unknown. 

The Dark is often a world of unspoken truths .

The Truth often being, so bitter and ugly. 

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Its 2p.m 

There are those that lie awake in the  silent dark hours, like me, scribbling their blabbering minds in ink on pages. 

Symptoms of Insomnia. The pleasure of the poets and writers. 

I then decided to stroll outside.

I walked through the dingy, dark streets, saw the rats squeak and nibble the bits of food from the trash in the corner. 

I was surprised to still hear the voices of some children nearby at such a dreaded time. 

Their voices intrigued me to walk the distance towards them. I stood there still in shock and surprise. 

What would kids in a country like ours do? Play the game one worships as religion.

 I saw their faces beaming under the fluorescent street lights. 

Who said night is meant only to sleep? I smiled broadly and watched from a distance as they played. 

Who would mind an amusing audience? 

And then I heard a loud voice, which made me grieve, I looked at their sunken low faces, I looked up inquired the clouds, they were thick and dark, and again the thunders roared echoing an alarm for a war in the heavens. Revolting clouds clattered pouring down sheets of heavy rain. Lightning and thunders clashed over supremacy. 

I sit  beside my desk and my burgandy diary holding my coffee mug in hand, a faint smile appeared on my face as I reflected the last event, just few minutes ago, with the little boy. 

"What is your name? "- I questioned as he stretched his hands and asked me for his cricket ball, I had picked from the ground. 

"Give me first my cricket ball" he seemed impatient so I gave him the ball. 

"Sachin" he shouted as he ran drenching in the rain back to his hiding den. 

Back into his world in the corners of the town, hidden somewhere behind the shadows, where he'll peer out his little eyes from the gossamer gray curtain. And will look with his glittering, dreamy eyes, to a world on the other side. To a world which gives him a bleak hope burning in the darkness of his reality. 

And also the world where he found his dream. 

A dream though appealing like fetching the stars, but his dream, his own one, that gave him a reason to smile and live. 

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Sachin the dream of million unknown faces in the dark. 

"Sachin" I muttered and switched off the light. 

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 ©Sybil Samuel

SECRETS NEVER DIE

The sky was suddenly pitch - black like someone had pulled a curtain across.
She reclined back on a chair near the pool while her friends were still inside dancing and slurping cocktails to wipe away all the reminiscence of the event they so desperately wanted to forget. All of them agreed to the holiday in Jamaica, beaches and fun, some happy memories to trade with the old haunting ones which they decided to drain forever in foamy tides of Jamaica.
How easy could this be?
So good to be true.
While the loud music vibrated through the walls, it still felt strangely calm. The silver moon hid behind the clouds.
Someone sighed behind her, she turned around, her face grew pale, she stared unblinking, her heart was pounding hard inside her chest.
This was impossible. This cannot be.
For a moment she thought it was the influence of alcohol, she drank too many glasses. She hardly remember the day or date or even recollect the event happened within the few hours.
No. She wasn't hallucinating. It was real.
The girl standing in front of her was real. And she was alive.
A shiver wriggled up her spine. She looked around there was just the two of them near the pool.
This wasn't a ghost of past, if she allowed herself to think about this, the remorse and the paranoia would rush over her like a strong wave, pulling her under,  choking her.
"What are you scared? " the girl challenged as if she read her mind.
A look of guilt washed across her face. 

There was silence for a long while. Then suddenly she heard errie sounds ringing in her earsdrums. 

"Sorry, I gotta take this. See you later? " And she saw the girl walk away.

"Didn't we all bury her? This cannot be. "
They all sat in her room, all three, appearing as scared as her.
"You saw a ghost,  Ella? " Sam tried to reassure yet she knew Ella would never lie such a thing. Such a terrible dreadful thing.
The ugliest truth of their lives which they thought they buried almost a year ago, not knowing it would wake again to haunt them.

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It was an old resort near a beach, where they were spending their holiday.  They sat on the beds, cuddling pillows and biting nails, while Sam sipped hot coffee wetting her tongue with some taste of caffeine.

It was 1a.m and they decided to sleep, each of them knowing they will be soon haunted by nightmares. 

"Um, guys" one of them squeaked and pointed her nail towards the doormat. 

Their faces went pale and blank, fear ran across on them. 

Ella's heart began beating faster again. She picked up the piece of paper lying on the doormat, a note was scribbled, "You can never bury Truth."

No. One of them cried, "This can't be her "

"She is dead"

Ella glanced back. She felt she heard footsteps, as if she was there, standing outside her door, watching them all. 

She looked outside her window, and caught a shadow near the palm tree. 

She froze in her place, her face drawn and pale white. It was like she'd seen something awful. 

It was a shard of memory, she clung to the image now, trying hard to convince whether it really happened. 

The memory was rolling forward. 

She tried to say her name, but her lips wouldn't work. She felt she was choking.

A loud screeching sound echoed in her ears, and she heard the four of them scream. They were driving back home from a party at one of their batch mates, not so drunk, yet one could easily smell alcohol from Sam's breath. 

"No, you didn't " she pointed her finger at Ella drunkenly. 

They came out of the car and walked towards the girl, she laid on the floor unconscious, her head was hit and she was almost covered in the crimson red. 

They gasped in horror and shivered looking at each other. 

"She was our junior, I knew her, she's Jane"

"We will be charged of a homicide " one of them uttered, it was hard to gulp down the reality. They were unable to accept how drastically their lives changed within moment of time. From a sophomore to a criminal. They could kiss their futures goodbye. 

"No.  This shall remain our secret and we must bury this truth forever." They all agreed with Ella. 

The leaves rustled. Almost ten long minutes passed but no one spoke a word. 

Innocuous sounds and shadows seemed scary in the dark. 

Was it really her standing near the palm tree and watching them?  Ella didn't sleep that night after they came home burying her, what if she was alive?  She kept asking herself. And then she let her guilt lie and comfort in her ears. You had to bury this secret. 

But the secret weighed heavy for each of them. 

"We will leave this place, Jamaica tomorrow itself" Sam announced her voice rather shaky than confident. 

They slept together in Ella's room. 

It was a dark night, howling their fears in the distance. 

But the dawn awakened and the morning sun beamed brightly in the pale blue horizon. It was a new day but the memories of the previous night remained imprinted on their minds. 

The girls sat in the cafeteria, it was less crowded yet the giggles and laughs and the tales people shared on their tables could easily be heard. 

The room smelled overpoweringly of cocoa and a faint yet comforting smell of tomato sauce and garlic. 

The smell of greasy sausages wafted through the air. Sam coiled a piece of pasta around her fork and took a big, sloppy bite. 

Ella sipped her cappuccino while trying to pull her thoughts away from the memories of last night. 

"Guys, look" one of them interrupted. 

There on the table beside the door, she sat wearing a sunshine yellow dress quietly sipping coffee. 

For an entire minute they all stared her in silence. 

"Ghosts don't drink coffee. She just looks similar to her. We all uselessly fried our brains since yesterday" Sam finally spoke. 

Her conclusions might be true. While they stared her, she looked up and turned towards them. Staring them for a long ten seconds and then she smiled, a smile less reassuring but a half smile as if she knew what they discussed. She stood up to leave but turned and smirked at them. 

"Who is she? " they were left glancing each other more puzzled and confused. 

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Sam stayed inside the bathroom staring her reflection. Her breath smelled slightly of rum she murmured something nervously. Then suddenly she stood frozen, her heart pacing faster, she stared, unblinking, shivering in fear. 

She looked like she'd seen a ghost! 

Maybe she had. 

"You" her voice shaky, hardly audible. 

"You can't be alive" she mouthed with little strength still shivering in fear. 

"What are you afraid? " the girl in the image challenged her and laughed aloud. 

She dared to turn, still trembling to face her but she stood there bewildered in silence and numb when she saw there was really no one, but her. 

"We all are leaving this place now. Now I think I made it clear. "She announced loud and clear to the girls. And explained what happened with her just few seconds earlier. 

"We are leaving right now... " They all agreed. 

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One month later 

The loud screech of the brakes abruptly applied echoed in the silence of the night. 

"Ella, Why did you stop? "Sam sitting on the next seat screamed at her. Alcohol could easily traceable by her breaths. 

"Look there. " Ella pointed towards the black cat.  

A long tail and two yellow beady eyes glowed. She purred and scampered stealthily across the road and disappeared into the woods. 

Ella breathed out a sigh of relief. 

There was a rustle in the bushes. Moon looked so big and bright. 

"Wait. ." Suddenly Sam caught sight of something.  "This wasn't there before. "She pointed towards a note lying on one of the car's windshield wiper. 

They all jumped out of car to read the note. 

Their appearances turned pale, fear ran across their face. 

" Secrets never die " scribbled on the note. 

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"Guys... " one of them pointed her shaky fingers her voice almost trembling. 

They all turned to that direction. Right in the middle of the road at quite a distance from them, she stood wearing the same sunshine yellow dress, her blond messy hairs set loose, she looked straight at them and smirked. She seemed a ghostly apparition. 

"Ella drive. "They shouted and jumped inside the car. 

Ella was numb and shiver ran across her spine. Yet she started the engine, the car flickered to life. 

"Ella faster. She's only a ghost " they screamed in her ears, shaking anxiously in a fear. 

The girl stood right in the middle of the road, Ella increased the speed,  two lights came beaming from the opposite direction appearing as her glowing beady eyes, as if she suddenly increased in stature seeming like a monster hungry for a prey. And they were the prey who alone could satisfy her. 

They screamed loudly as the car passed through her in speed. She stood laughing at them and just in a fraction of seconds their scream grew even more louder as the hungry claws of the monster hit them hard and held them under his paws. 

They were hit by the truck coming from opposite direction. 

 

"Truth is, a deadly secret. " The girl whispered and disappeared. 

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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For you. . .

I'm the endless stretch of land...
My soul is like the wanderer...
Wandering in the desert sands...
Bathing under the golden heat...
Searching for you ...
Seeking you as one desires for an oasis...

It waits for you...

Waiting...
Waiting till the morning sun sets and the sky turns dark...

It hopelessly yearns...
As the lake remains still to gaze the beautiful silver moon...

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I am the seashore

And you are the waves, 

I long to meet... 

I see you hurry,  but you fall... 

And every time you rise, 

You rush passing each hurdle... 

And we cling,  though for a moment... 

And I drench in you... 

Soaking every drop of you before you return and leave me lone... 

I could wait a thousand years... 

For you a million times... 

I will wait for you... 

You are near,  but far... 

So dear to my heart... 

Close like the heartbeat ...

Far as the twinkling stars... 

Miles away,  apart from me... 

I search for you in the deep dark... 

We are two,  but one in heart... 

For you a million times... 

I look up silently and cry... 

I wish we could meet 

And stay close forever... 

I wait for you...

Dying each day without you... 

I long for you... 

As the deserts long for rain... 

I desire you.... 

You are my dream.... 

I wish you were mine. 

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She's a Secret

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She was an art... 

Not all could fathom her beauty. 

She was a book... 

A story not for all to understand. 

She might appeal to some as ordinary... 

But she was a soul with hidden depths...

Her thoughts were like raindrops 

Pouring down from heaven... 

She hides in her secret garden... 

Hard for anyone to ever find...

Her fragrance envelopes around the delicate green bushes... 

She is fragile, but she is a beauty with a stubborn heart... 

She is misunderstood often by many, 

But there are few,  but they are few... 

But the few... 

The few... 

Who can see beyond her smiling face... 

There are million secrets a face hides. 

She is but a secret... 

A secret untold... 

Secret that one promises to keep... 

Secret buried within one soul. 

If you desire to meet her.. 

There is a promise you must keep... 

Promise without a lie... 

And you can keep her until you die... 

She is not a myth, 

But truth is visible in her eyes. 

She is hope dancing in the palest aquamarine robes... 

Her soft honey brown curls swaying along... 

She is indeed a symphony... 

A treasure bringing great peace and delight. 

She is a mystery... 

But guard her with your life. 

 If you really wish to meet her... 

She hides in her secret garden, 

Hard for anyone to ever find. 

Remember to keep the promise... 

She's a secret... 

A secret...  never to be told.

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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