Psycho - 3

Dr. Sheetal,

I have failed to regain my normal behavior even after the complete consumption of your entire prescription. I don't feel like sipping blood anymore. I pray to god every night that I get out of this strange lust. The lust that never gives up and stops me from loving my own kid, stops me from getting close to my partner, stops me from behaving like everyone else. I am crying.

Please save me! I beg you. I am off to hunt my next prey.

Yours

M

Mail sent!

What are you getting ready for? Ramesh asked Madhavi.

“I have some work to finish off in office”. She replied politely to her husband.

“On Saturday Night too?, You office was supposed to be off on weekends always...”

“Yes It is mostly but today is an exception.”

he nodded in agreement and bid her a good bye kiss! “Be safe Honey...come back soon, Its been a long time since we spent some good time together”

She kissed him back. “I will be fine, will try to be back as soon as possible... You too take care of yourself and dinner for kids is kept in the fridge, serve it, in case I get late”

she boarded the taxi. Checked her handbag for the last time. Lusty undergarments, a packet of condom, a surgical knife and a bunch of thousand notes peeped from within. All check.

“Where mam? Asked the Taxi Driver.

“Sexy-Knight Zone Disco, Gurgaon Highway!”

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The atmosphere was building fast, Immediately after the stroke of midnight at SKZ Disco. Madhavi had changed her outlook, her office coat was replaced by a black waist length top and she was wearing a short skirt. Her hair hung loose, passion blazed in her eyes.

She ordered a drink. Music beats were loud. A boy of in his early twenties came towards her.

“Another drink for the lady” He ordered the bartender.

Their eyes met. A smile was passed from both sides.

“M?” he asked.

“Yes! And You must be ... LonelyBoy.”

“so finally we have met...You look gorgeous”

“And You are just the same...flattering!”

They were Facebook Buddies from past 4 months. And use to chat almost every day from last 2 months. This was their first meet in person.

“so... What have you decided?”. He asked.

“about what?”

“About... Your husband.”

“Oh! I don't know... may be we can work out on it”

“Yes, I am sure you both will. Did you told him that You have come here to meet me?”

“Yeah!”.she lied again.

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They were seven drinks down when they decided to hit the dance floor. They danced in each others arms and were talking in between into each other's ears.

“Will you battle my Divorce case?”

“I thought you were about to talk it out”

“You are a lawyer and also a friend I am blindly trust”

“Really?”

“I am sure you will get me the custody of my Kids and ample amount of my husband's money too”

“Then...”

“Then what? I will marry again. Do I look that old?”

“You look far better then anyone around this place”

“I wish my husband thought this way for me”

“May be he does...”

“Its been a long time... since someone loved me”

“Your wait will be over soon, M”

“where is your place? Nearby?”

They dispersed out of the rush.

Kissing each other. They bumped in. falling on the bed soon.

Fire rose from half lit candles as they eloped into a strong and sensuous session. She had expected this to go exactly the same way it has gone so far. Passion went on for long. And then he slept.

“M” opened one of her eyes to check whether he was still asleep. She stood up. Redressed herself in vest and lower. She went in the kitchen and started crying. She was searching her handbag. He was sleeping innocently in the room. He woke up slowly.

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He came from behind and held her in her arms. She smiled. They kissed.

“I love you...” She whispered. Her eyes were wet. He smiled. The smile disappeared. His eyes went red.

“YOU BITCH!” He muttered.

“Kumar???”

By the time she was wondering what is going on, He placed a knife on her neck. She went numb and speechless.

He slightly made a cut on her Throat and kissed the blood that came out. He smiled, tears rolled off his

eyes. She lost consciousness but her heart was thumping hard in fear. Warm Knife entered her belly and she closed her eyes in pain. Intestines fell on floor. She died. He bisected her body into hundreds of pieces and wrapped them all in a bag, He threw the bag in the other room. It had hundreds of similar bags and blood stains all around the floor. He smiled. A tear fell off his eyes.

He went in. washed his face. Opened his PC.

Username - Lonelyboy@gmail.com

Password - ******

Inbox – 3 Mails Unread -->

Open-->

1)

Dear M

I got you messages on my wall @ FB and Your passionate scraps on my Orkut, I accept you hand on friendship. We can meet anytime you feel like, My husband is usually out of town.

Hugs and kisses

Mona

2)

Fwd:Lonelyboy's solution for depressed wifes,

Dear friend

I trust u a lot, meet me as soon as possible, I want to discuss my marital disturbances with you. You understand me a lot. I loved your advice mails. Call me @ 989776322

Regards

Mary

3)

Mr Manav

Your condition is critical and I prescribe you to cut off any interaction with anyone immediately and please get yourself treated in the nearest psychological disorder expert. You are a danger to everyone around you.

Dr Sheetal.

(online confession consultancy)

--> log off!

He went in, laid on his bed and slept.

IN HIS DREAMS HE SAW -

“I love you a lot Madhu I am so sorry... today is our second marriage anniversary! Forgive for all the fights we had last year and tell me..”, “How can I make it better for you?”. Manav said from the other end of phone.

“You already has made me feel special by making call from so far, thanks for apologizing...Infact

talking firstly, What time is it in US?”

“Its 11 in night.”

“I better go off to work...” bye take care, Thanks for calling”

They use to fight a lot. He was mostly working all the time to listen to her but he loved her a lot. He was not calling from US. He was back in town. He wanted to give her a surprise. He came home from the first taxi he got from airport.

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He opened the door with the additional keys that he had. Baby was crying in the drawing room. The center table had an envelope. He opened it. They were divorce papers. He got a lump in his throat. He wanted to cry. He was back after 4 months. He peeped in the other room and found her on bed with someone he dint knew... She was cheating on him! He broke down into tears....

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Alarm bell rang and his sleep broke.

He got ready and headed on to Bubbles Disco!

Psycho - 2

DISCLAIMER - Life is strange and so is the society around us! It bores elements of every sort, this is my effort to peep into Psychological corners that I along with each of you neglect to focus on, as our understanding of the same is poor. People who have had a bad day can avoid making it furthur by reading this and people who have had a great day can escape this and continue being on the path of light...
The post ahead might hold your hand towards boundaries of darkess and leave you alone!




“I Don't Know it Mam! I am sorry...” Rohan stammered!

He was shivering with fear. A tear rolled off from within his specticals. A wild roar of laughs ran across the classroom. He looked back. Everyone was laughing loud on him including the teacher.

She came close to him, gently took out his glasses. His hands folded in front of her. The laughs went louder, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He fought hard to stop his tears.

It was a usual sight in this class, The newcomer Rohan was a weak and mediocre student. He was an odd one in class. He was polite yet no teacher admired him, he was friendly yet he had no friends to count on, people laughed on him cos I this class of computer science he was such an easy target.

He came from a poor background and in regard to his disability of never been exposed to computer studies previously, he lacked the basic knowledge of using the system. The teacher miss Kanchan use to ask one question to him everyday which would leave him in gallows of embarrassment and shame.

She shouted on him and randomly slapped him for his errors. After class he use to go into the boy's dormitory and splash water on his eyelids to wipe off the tears that came during those dreadful moments of CS class.

“Mam I am really very very....” He broke down!

Kanchan mam laughed loud. “Look at him, such a loser... poor cry baby, uff! I hate such Dumbo kids”

SLAP!

“Stop your drama, You Idiot...” she giggled. Her eyes had cruel pity!

“I won't repeat it again mam...” he sobbed. Ashamed and disgusted but very calm and polite.

Class kept on laughing. What a loser! Some voices came from behind. He turned back and found people with a grin on every face visible.

************

She was rushing back to home after shopping when suddenly her scooty bumped into the back of a car.

She was 40 year something but had beautiful eyes and charming skin. The car driver came out to examine the scene and Immediately recognized those eyes.

“Kachan mam?”

“yes... sorry? I dint recognized you beta”

“You taught me in High school, 10 years back mam...”, replied the good looking, young tall boy!

“Ah! Ok son, see.. I am sorry for the damage of your car, I lost control of my scooty ashly... I am still not good at driving this stupid thing, It belongs to my daughter.”

“Oh! Come on mam... You are embarrassing me... I will drop you to home”

“Ok beta... I am sorry but I haven't still recognized ya”

“Ah! Let it be mam.. I wasn't worth remembering anyways...” He smiled!

They got in car. The scooty was given for repair in the adjacent shop. Rohan told her how he went on to successfully beat the engineering entrance and grabbed a top job at a leading MNC. He just returned to Delhi last week for a job consignment and will stay here for a week.

“Its very special when I see my taught children, reach some good position in life”

“I can't thank anyone more then How much I wish to thank you mam!”

“Ah! God bless you beta!”

“Which section you were in, that batch?”

The car stopped suddenly.

BANG! Something hit at the back of her head. Her eyes closed.

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They opened again! Her head was still paining. She was in a dark room. Completely covered with foul smell. Blood stains were on her shoulders. A boy was sitting beneath the bulb. His
eyes were red.

She was puzzled. Confused, helpless and terrified. She smelled danger.

He came close. “Hi Mam! You don't exactly remember me, But I do!”

“Who are you????????? Leave me for god's sake!!!!!”

“Not so early mam! Did you ever forgave me for anything I did, then how could I?”

“I don't even remember you son... Please!!! I beg you!!!”

“Don't call me son, You F**kin Bitch! SLAP!!!”

Tears rolled from her eyes, as well as from her chin. Her eyes had fear. Fear of worst.

“I want to tell you mam, That I never intentionally failed in your class.... I use to remain awake for nights to study but the chapters were never clear to me... I was ... I was... afraid to ask you... afraid to face you... afraid to see you... afraid of being alive ... I wished to die... rather then to face you in class again! “

“Please let me go... I have a family at home...waiting ... I beg you”

“ I use to cry for nights after coming back from school... I remained silent... I started taking pills... I smoked in loneliness... But that fear and irritation never got away”, “ My parents took me to a different world... A new school... A new college... A new place... But those dreams never left my pillow...”He shouted as a cold blood tear rolled off his eyes.

“I am sorry for whatever happened Rohan, I must have never done it intentionally”

“My foot! You You and Only You had made me what I am. A criminal. A psychological patient. A depressing maniac. A failure. A businessman of misery”

“But You said... You were In MNC..”

“I lied”. He laughed out loud, “I never lied about my homework those days, I was always honest when I said...I tried but couldn't finish it... But You never listened to me... Huh!”, “And Now today...You trust even my lies...ha ha ha!”

several tears rolled off his dark hazy eyes. He showed her the cut wrist marks on her skin. He attempted suicide twise in past 5 months to escape the dreams of those days.

He told her how he had returned to Delhi, Just to avenge his misery from her.

“I beg you...” She folded her hands and cried hard!

“I am sorry mam! The last thing... I want to confess to you is that Your favorite student Prakash always bitched about you. He stole my homework note book and got those three A+ which belonged to me. I respected you the most and No one else...” He cried loudly. Shrieked. Shivered. He took out a wooden pointed log, resembling to her cane. The one which she used to beat her students with, those days.

He had a grin on his face and tears in her eyes.

“SQUASSHH!”

The wood went passed her head from the bottom of her forehead. He brought out a Teacher's day card dated 1998. written on it was “I am sorry for what I am , mam!”. He covered her dead eyes with it. Cried. Rubbed his eyelids. Smiled in tears.

he lifted her body and left.

***

Tomorrow's HT city tabloid page had two sidebar headlines.

“Senior teacher of a prominent school dies in a road accident”

“Dangerous Mental patient of Agra, Caught in Delhi”

(PS - I had delayed the publishing of this post cos I wanted to let festivities of Diwali end. I don't know how much I am doing justice to the theme of "Vindictive Hatred and Psychological grudge". I can end this series before its final post if Majority of you readers want me to. I have fulfilled my promise to Salil and I am happy about that, But definately not about the energy that I am releasing from this space! Sigh! I thought a lot about so many teachers whom I hated in my school before penning this one down. This is modified 17 times and sevral elements of extremeness have been removed before the post came out for you all to read, But what about my mind, which still carries the deleted work in me! )

(PPS -In my shoes, just to see..What its like, to be me..Ill be you, lets trade shoes..Just to see what id be like..To feel your pain, you feel mine..Go inside eachothers minds..Just to see what we'd find..Look at shit through eachothers eyes..Don't let them say you aint beautiful )

Psycho - 1

DISCLAIMER - Life is strange and so is the society around us! It bores elements of every sort, this is my effort to peep into Psychological corners that I along with each of you neglect to focus on, as our understanding of the same is poor. People who have had a bad day can avoid making it furthur by reading this and people who have had a great day can escape this and continue being on the path of light...
The post ahead is the first one in the psycho trilogy and might hold your hand towards boundaries of darkess and leave you alone!

“Its so sweet, isn't it?”, Ridhima exclaimed looking deep into the mist of the cloudy sky.

“Seems a bit cynical to me!”, replied Sam!

Not your fault anyways... you are what? A dump of hatred!

so...you mean to say...???

yeah! Exactly, I mean the same, you see,,,

hmmm....

“Murdered seven already, what more you want?”, she was loud!

“I don't know... may be a lot lot more is yet to be done!” he said in a low voice,gazing on the sadness of the sky which only he could see.

Sameer, popularly known as Sam was studying forensic medical science in Australia, he was shot thrice in cold blood from a point blank range by a couple of Aussie Junkies on racial grounds but miraculously he was operated and he survived. In the same accident he lost his younger sister and parents. He came back to India the other day of his release from Hospital there, was now living with the girl who was his only support! Her Fiancée Ridhima was a psychiatrist in New Dehli and was observing his behavior from past 2 months. He seems to have developed a love of killing those whom he loved, It started with his flower pot collection, the went on to the burning of his childhood long stamp book, and gradually moved on to his pets. He poisoned his pair of white Mice, and strangulated his dogs, The last one was Ridhima's cat, whom he gifted to her on their first anniversary! She fell from the roof of their flat, Ridhima was sure that the cat was being thrown by none other then him.

The only question that she was to answer herself was that why on earth they were still together?

She was her doctor, the only one left to take care of him but so what? He was dangerous indeed and who else can know it better then her. It was high time when she stops putting cover on his strange activities and separate ways in life so that He can be consulted to medical care centers meant to accommodate such cases.

Today they are on the balcony. Discussing the known fact to both for the first time. She was kind and stupid at the same time to have saved Sam from this shame earlier.

“You were the One who killed my Kitty, the other day na?”, she asked firmly!

“No! How can you even think of this?” he grumbled back!

“I'm rather sure about it Sam, But hey... listen to the whole thing first...”

“Listen What Ridz? What? YOU TELL ME STRAIGHT if you want me to leave and please don't cook these fuckin plots...”

“arrey! What happened? Why on earth are you shouting?” Look! “I am trying to say...”

“That I am psycho na!....”

“Yeah! Thats what you want to say... hai na?” he carried on!

“No na! Suno pehle... just be calm! , I wish to say something first...” she said politely, keeping a hand on his cheeks!

He was sobbing hard! “Ridhima ... I am sorryyyyy yaar!”.

She was teary, time is so cruel, last 30 days for this boy were real tough, he is not actually in his senses!

She hugged her back and rubbed her hands on his shoulders! “hey... I love you a lot Sam! We can get you treated, its the first stage of this problem, Just a patch!”

“Pucca? Sure na??? More tears! He emraced her tight!

“Yes sure! I will just book the tickets, We are leaving for Bombay tomorrow, I know a center there for such cases and the Doc is a personal good friend of mine! Sidharth is practicing there... You remember? He was in the same school with us yaar, It won't be that tough to talk this out with him I am sure!

“Do whatever you want, but please save me! I am not what I was...” ,”save me”,SAVE ME!!

he held her even tighter! She kissed his forhead!

They sat on the balcony for almost an hour. He was sleeping in her arms, it was about to rain. She saw him, His bruised injuries seemed like a pain for her eyes. She muffed her hairs!

She stood up...went in and Dialed the travel agent.

“Yeah! Two tickets”

“yes.. ok ok!!”

“Thanks!”

She came out again. It was raining, she kissed his eyes. They were wet too!

He got half awake, “Hug me please...” he whispered!

They were into each others arms.

She froze!

Her T-shirt from the Navel was Red!

She was stabbed!

He cried again, this time louder.

He went in. redialed the number.

“yes! Make it one!”

************

PS - This one is a dedication to My Friend Salil who prompted me to take up the theme of hatred and explore my writing jonoure! I purposely avoided the grey flavor to dvell more into the story cos my young readers ( so many of them who are teenagers) are always at the back of my mind and I never wanted them to be feeding cruelty from this page atleast! I will go into deeper shades of blood from the next posts in this trilogy so I am afraid that you readers have to bear with me of now! :) Hope you will enjoy reading these too!

PPS - Check out the Video of My friend Kartikey performing Hotel california on guitar HERE! and Follow me on Twitter if you wish to have my updates ... I am quite regular there these days! THATS THE LINK FOR MY PAGE! My schedule have got tighter now so blog posts might not be that regular and comments will be answered but there might be delay too so please forgive me for that :) Twitter will thereby be an easier way to stay updated with what I am upto :) Thanks everyone! Take care and god bless!

An Old Dream rewitnessed

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning. - Gloria Steinem!


Saalon k baad aaj phir
wahi sapna dekha!

Imaginations running wild
as I swore to an old dream again
noticing the rashes of some broken ones
I collect smiles from drops of rain

I am changing
and so is the world around me
I crawl on my foots
and tries to run on knee

I am moving ahead
you are holding my hand
taking me away
from where I stand

stealing my crunches
and giving me memories
memories of the galaxies
memories of the same old dream!

Aaj Phir wahi sapna dekha
Aaj phir main sapney mein gum sa tha
anjaani si bheed k beech
Khud k saath khada
Khud pe muskura raha tha!

Saamne aap they aur aapki hatheliyon mein mera wahi purana sapna tha!

AAAAAAAH! Gosh! Somebody is turning poetic in big way, Somebody I know, Somebody within me!...
Dreams are what makes life worth living, till the time they jingle...they merry around you, they give you a soul to breath, a motive to live, a moment to smile in the midst of nowhere! Holding on to them was the only way I knew to lived, I left them for a while... But all of a sudden they seem to be dwelling my nights again.
Creeping from behind the shoulder and whispering the things I had been so damn afraid of confessing! They tell me to go ahead on the path of love. They tell me to move aside from the puddle of crap that lingers around me... But most of all... they force me to move back to that same old dream!

Last night I noticed myself smiling... I was smiling at no where, I was smiling in my sleep!
I waked up the next morning... it was a dull day! Lazily scratching my jaw from that sleaky little bachon wala toothbrush, I stopped in middle...I gazed at myself! I ran to my table...and jotted the above verse!
I went back to the bathroom, I splashed water on my eyes... I winked while brows wet my eyelashes, I smiled again!

PS - “Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.”
“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.”
- Anais Nin!

Gandhigiri, Flying sause,troubling forks !!

DISCLAIMER - Wasting His own time, and doing nothing more worthwhile, The author is making an attempt to spoil you by making you do the same! Its still time, Enjoy the attached picture, Pass on a smile! and Shut down this screwed and senseless Post!

On 2^nd of Oct, a bunch of most notorious boys of the building (where I reside) did something strange! Usually they are the one's whom I have seen doing nothing apart from their usual daily dose of Irritating the monkeys of the area, screaming while I am gobbling in books to disturb everyone around( Off course that everyone is just me!) and making unnecessary noises while playing the gentelman's game(gosh! I am being harsh, Now Who doesn't do this) and throwing air of foul languages (that includes two common ones starting from M and B around) for whatever reason I don't know at each other. On that day, One of them came and helped me lift the garage while I was parking my car, The other one smiled and wished me “Good day!”, I was walking dumbstruck back upstairs smiling when One of them wished me “A happy Gandi jayanti” and said “ Aaj Poore din bas Gandhigiri aur kuch nahi...”!! they burst into loud laughs... I noticed them doing great behavior whole day to everyone around, Now this goes for a toast! I salute You Mr Raju Hirani, You rock!

By the way , I caught up with Anushree Didi, on that day too! she is an amazing sister, a responsible daughter , an amazing performing artist and Have just started blogging too very recently, I love her Hindi posts a lot :) ( Take a look at her awesome blog HERE)!

(Now I am being specifically warned to not tell so many details about this awesome meeting So I will share a little gist)

She took me out for lunch, We ordered mexican Parathas ( god knows why they are called so, I saw them coming out from the kitchen counter of the restaurant where we were, Its located in Swaroop Nagar Kanpur, Then why were they called mexican and the cost seemed as if the Import taxes from mexico are also added... Thank god! It was Anu Didi's treat. And I felt so stupid when I saw, Knife and fork in the plate! DAMN! I avoided the south Indian for the same reason! F**k! I better learn how to use them in public, I am always afraid that If I will do so, I eat in such a haste that while doing my kalakari, Someday My fork or knife shall slip out of my hand and like a rising pendulam, It might hit the nose of a lady sitting on next table and I might have to pay a bigger cheque after meal, which might include my medical bill too along with hers!

I remember one day while While sitting at MacDonald, I have this habit of opening the ketchup sashes, from the corner of my teeth just the same way, Dharamveer ( Akshay khanna in movie border) used to open the pins of hand grenade, this habit always creates a mess around me, I remember incidents of spilling the sauce on my shirt/on shirt of the person sitting right in front/on top of the girl sitting in front/on hairs of the girls nearby/on glasses of my own specticals and many more... Gosh! I don't know why they write when on the small pack, with some scissors image to tear the sachey from a certain point, I mean who On earth carries scissors in hand to do it! Plus, This too means... that India surely is a land of festivals, Where you have people like me around, You never know when Holi is about to come! F**k! Did you find this boring? Who on earth told ya to read it! LoL ( By the way – This commonly used abbreviation means – laugh out Loud, Not something else by the same first Initial – I have heard so many people speaking - “Woh Lol hai/Tum Lol ho/Hum Lol hain etc etc... they sure means something else, I have a clue as to what it can be... But then let it be! Lets keep this place pure! LOL! :D he he he... )

My hahaha – means a healthy smile and He he he means a wicked one in bits and pieces, Imagine my naughty face now or do something more worthwhile! He he he!

I know - Next time you will take the disclaimer more seriously! :D

PS -

By the way – With Your due wishes and prayers of some loved ones, I am still safe! My milk man comes by late at light, the other day, I was snoozing when he buzzed by, I took the milk, put it up on stove, came back, crashed on couch, slept again! F**k! How on earth can I be so damn! Careless! I waked up thankfully in 35 minutes, smelled something fishy! The Milk had converted into some black ashes! I wondered if Milk in its ingredients have something like wood pulp which is used in making papers... it seemed exactly the same as if a paper is burnt to hell! Anyways... I was safe! It could have caught fire from the cylinder too But thankfully that dint happen :) I promised myself never to be so damn stupid again!

My 1st Blog anniversary - 2nd October 2009!

8930 VISITS, 79 POSTS, 1747 COMMENTS - Phew!!!!!!!! sounds cool na?
Last year on this very day I started My blog - POETIC CRIES OF INTERPERSONAL EXPRESSIONS - I love to call it with its nick name - PCIP! I confess to you that I was never at my best - MY BEST IS YET TO COME!
This is not my anniversary celebration post - That is Right below this.. titled - THREE QUEENS AND A HORSE RIDER!, Then whats this?
Its just a nostalgia of the journey thats been, Through some images and some Blah blah side by side!


This is the first Picture that Ever made it to the cover page of PCIP


This is the recent one! The credits for whose designing goes to my dear friend Abhilasha Gupta, thanks deary for the Image editing, Yeeeeee! My linux red hat gave me no software for doing that, I use to do such tasks online with my photobucket account but that too suckssssss big time now! M glad I have friends like Abhilasha to help me whenever I am in need.


This is the logo of my Blog - The initial P! goes on with the first letter of PCIP , as well as my name :)

Now some more Signature cover pics - The last one was the longest running, It had a spelling mistake! The only person who reported that to me was Saurabh, Who congratulated me on the new name, :P I was dumbstruck, only to discover it later - that it was a spelling mistake in my cover pic :D




An year is gone! I enjoy blogging far more then I ever did it, I think I am moving towards my best, and when it will come... I'll be saying it again - MY BEST IS YET TO COME!

( PS - My dearest readers , Feedback providers and The 122 followers of my blog till date are truly divine, My guiding light in all senses - My soul inspiration for the enthusiasm to keep penning down My expressions with each of my cry @ Poetic cries of interpersonal expressions, Life is a bliss Here when You people are around! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! )

PPS - ( I am starting this new year @ PCIP - with
1 Dream - TO bell The CAT
1 Denial - TO move forward without a jump back
1 Desire - TO make her mine as soon as possible! ( legally that is! Unofficially I have done that :)
1 Destiny - TO tell the tales, forbidden to all, Known to some - Expressed by one, Poetically tributed to my saviour!)

PPPS - The comments are not Allowed on this! The other post right below has them open - so post your feedbacks there :) Thanking ya all -
- With Ocean of Love and Universe of blessings
PULKIT

Three Queens and A Horse Rider

(AN - EPIC)

I tell you tonight a tale of tales
about a path thats never been taken before
Until one day the light captured it all
and defeated darkness in its core


In the forests of Mystery
There lived three queens
Once There rode those woods
a brave Hunter in his teens


They were Devilish yet beautiful
Their magic was menacingly strong
While He was on a voyage of glory
His built was masculine and hairs so long



Thunders roared from heavens above
as he rode the path untrodden for ages
he knew about the Bloodshed history
the curse of witches and warning of sages

“Stop you foolish kid”
cried Apollo the god of sun
“I watch it all and warn you
with words and omen”

he ignored the voices and kept going
until when he rested his ride
When horse drank water from river
He looked above on setting sun and replied


“I Thank you god for being there
wish I could have answered when you called”
“Bless me with your powers tonight that I
conquer the path which for long have just been crawled”



The rains came, The showers tried
But he rode and rode till the time
He reached the palace of lust and sins
its gates painted with sand and lime

He was greeted by a beauty
her eyes were green, hairs curly
she offered him her passions divine
in a voice and body so cute and girly




“I salute you gorgeous princess
You are all that a man could desire
But I have a lady waiting at home
whom I commit my life and sapphire”

The gates opened with a bang
She vapored in the dew
the beauty was first queen in disguise
about which he never knew

She spoke to the man who had patience and honor
“I carried desires in my eyes on this rainy night
You were young and tired and I was beautiful
But You kept Your lady's faith so you future is bright”

“I gave my fake body to several men
Who came by from horse and cart
they died in the misery of my passions
But to you I give my real heart”

Smoke rose and fires flamed
But he never stopped nor waited
On the doors of the second castle
The other queen his arrival elated



There was a river of mud and cactus ahead
and an old women on its shore standing still
She was perhaps seeking her last breath
but she was desperate to have her last will

“I waited for years to cross this ridge
Might now die any minute left in hand
I demand your horse to take have my last
On the sider side of river at my native land”

“You are no less then mother to me
I abide down your wish as an order
I could have said no even to gods
but for you I happily walk cross this border”

The lady sat on horse while he
smiled and Held the string striding
His feats went read with blood drops
walking Over thorns and crabs biting

half way down a mile the lady
asked him to go back to the shore
And fetch off the basket of fruits
she carried with her but left on floor

He smiled and turned to move back
not a moment of anger down his veins
two steps he took and miracle happened
The thorny waters transformed into plains

On the horse rode a lady
gracious and mesmerizing
she held his collar and kissed
His forehead fantasizing

That wish she had a son like this
calm patient and humble
he ordered the forest to be kind
for the one who never grumble



From Dungeons to demons
he met it all on his way
with courage and will to combat
plots and problems sway

a pile of smog all of sudden
fade of dust puzzling black
within a moment's notice he was
In third queen's hideous stack

she praised him for reaching this far
clearing tests of patience and loyalty
she presented him food and wine in jar
and offered any wish in her royalty

“ask for gold,power or riches
I can bless you with it brave heart
anything possible that you want
palaces of jewel or a golden cart?”




“O lady of the myths I am honored
with all your presents and praise
Magnificent and lavish they are
yet meaningless in my current phase

If still you ought to grant me a wish
of something that I really desire
then bless me with light to move on
killing darkness ahead with your fire

This journey is my pilgrimage
and completion of it is my task
No charms but light to keep moving
is what all that I have to ask”

Darkness battered away in a whisker
bright sun was on its brilliant peak
Daunting forest turned flowery
and a gate of ending laid sneak

“No pedal down the way can stop
The one who never deviates from aim
Showers bless upon his soul
legendary legacy,honor and fame”

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( PS - I wrote this on 18th july this year, and saved this in drafts !! I wanted to post it as my 100th post but I am using this one as my 1st Blog anniversary post! I hope you liked it, this is arguably one of the best ones from my pen as per my personal judgements. I am trying to spread the message that I learnt every now and then in this journey, steering PCIP across abundly talented harbour of blogsville, I hope I am spreading the message clear to each one of you with this narration, Let me know with your comments, Who's listening :) tc god bless and keep smiling, keep fighting, Never lose your focus, Success might be just round the corner!!)