Posts Tagged ‘ Imagination ’

Just A Confession.

It was unbelievable, they knew each other for decades, since Kindergarten; Yet, Anne couldn’t hold back. She pounded the desk with her feeble fists, hoping to die. Why hadn’t she felt it at the beginning? Guilt. Three months ago she joined an online dating website, not that she was unsatisfied. It was all for fun. Of course she thought, it’s just a dating site, what can possibly go wrong? But now, crystals trickled down her hazel eyes as she took off her Silver ring and examined it. It glinted in her eyes as memories of Alan rolled past her, playing every second of their marriage like a film reel. The marriage was theirs, and would still be theirs, but she blew it up.

Wailing, Anne clutched her silken hair. She’d been in an affair with Jeremy, who, shifted into their locality a few months ago and found Anne on the dating site, not knowing her marital status. Anne gulped, as she extended her quaking fingers towards the laptop, typing down an apology letter to Jeremy, making an excuse, for not being able to meet him anymore. Any excuse would do, Anne thought, all she wanted was to get rid of him. She completely knew that this email would ruin his life, but it was all for the good. It was the only way to repent. She wished, no, rather she hoped and prayed things would be the same with her and Alan, and that’s when it struck her; Alan didn’t know anything.

Not being rude, she wanted to tell the truth to a confidant, and who could it be better than Alan? They were in the same school since Kindergarten, they went to the same high school, and coincidentally, the same university. A whole year younger than Alan, Anne believed she was born for Alan, and Alan alone. But she had never done this to him.

It was then, that the doorbell rung. Anne couldn’t stand, too petrified that she clung on to her chair. Alan entered in, hanging his maroon raincoat on the stand, revealing his jacket of a peculiar-est shade of wood brown. Lifting his fedora hat, he shot a glance at Anne, rolling an umbrella by his finger.

“Hey, sugar.”

Knowing him inside out, Anne still couldn’t tell what her husband would say, let alone feel, after knowing his own wife cheated on him. She had to try it, tell the truth. It wouldn’t hurt, just a fight here and a fight there, nothing harsh, right?

No. Anne was a pessimist.

“Honey.. I needa’ talk about something..”

Anne’s voice trailed off. She started shaking, and almost collapsed when Alan reached for her, catching her in his arms, just like the day they got married. Anne was Hypoglycemic, never the one who could handle stress and anxiety, anxious of leaving her family, anxious now, confronting Alan.

“Anne? How many times have I told you not to take st-”

“Let me speak” Anne replied, barely in her senses, putter her finger on Alan’s lips.

“I need to tell you something.. I- I didn’t mean it.” She stammered. “I DID NOT F*CKING MEAN IT!” Grabbing Alan’s collar, screaming so loud causing the half filled glass beside their dressing table to fall down, breaking into a million reflections of the twain, majestically entwined in a vortex of love.

Swallowing back her tears, she continued, “I just did it to pass my time, 3 months ago, I hid it all along..”

“Anne.. What are you talking about?” Still confused, Alan couldn’t figure out anything, and had an innocent twinkle in his eyes.

“I cheated.. Jeremy.. And today.. I- I broke up with him and I don’t know how to tell this to you so.. So-” And Anne burst into tears. Tears that poured down her eyes like rainfall. Tears composing all the resentment, the silent moments, the conflicts, the jealousy and all that can make one berserk, if not sent to a mental asylum.

“You were afraid to tell me everything, and kept it a secret because you cared for our relationship, and now you regret ever cheating on me and having an affair with Jeremy through that online dating site?” Alan smirked, standing right there, clutching his wife, who apparently stared in disbelief back at him.

“Y-you k-knew this all along?” Anne couldn’t come to convince herself.

“Darling, please erase search history next time, it helps.” Retorting, Alan pulled Anne closer for an embrace.

Anne, too embarrassed, shoved her head in his jacket, chanting “You’re such a rapscallion. Christ, I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..”

Tightening his embrace, Alan whispered in her ear, “No sweat, I loved you anyways.”

Feeling each others breath, taking a silent, rather telepathic oath, to be forever like this.

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No Morning, Don’t Go..

It’s a mixed feeling. I hate waking up early, but I look forward to waking up to mornings. The reddish-eyed me with the shabby hair can be changed within a few minutes spent in the washroom, but a morning.. It’s always there, and it’s something one never gets bored of. Not me, at least. Having my Islamiat assessment, I woke up ~20 minutes before my daily routine and hiked staircases towards my favorite spot. The chatt or, the roof.

Yawning, stomach growling, bones aching, dragging myself towards a place where not only I can sit, but where even my hair starts blowing and my soul starts applauding- facing the wind. With a sigh, I sat down and started the last minute revisions when I noticed something I hadn’t.

Why hadn’t I?

Abrupt, I turned around and witnessed one that I can proudly call, the best sunrise. Scared to be too late, to miss it all and let the sun vanquish in the clouds, or even dominate the blues that makes you turn your eyes away, I rushed back home and grabbed my camera.

Blue, Blue Skies – 1st November ’09

This is pretty much random for a poem, just literally describing the state of a person, trapped and his wish to be free ^^’

Lost in the darkness of my mind,
The hollow, black feeling, crushing,
Crushing like waves against the rocky shores,
Escaping the confinement, gasping, wanting to be free
Free as the oceans flow, glide through the skies, slicing,
Slicing like birds, floating carelessly, in the blue,
Blue skies.

The Dove

Okaay, so yesterday on the 6th of May, I had my English exam. The first part compromised of 5 choices to chose from and composing an essay/story/descriptive writing of 350-600 words.
One of them was “Imagine you are a bird, describe what you see and feel.”
I chose that one. ^^
I don’t really remember exactly what I wrote, so this one’s is eh.. Just a copy of it? Never mind, here goes nothing =D. Though note this is the suckier version, I request my Eng teacher to give me a copy of my paper

It was one of the most amazing dreams I had ever experienced. No, it felt too real to be a dream, nor was it an imagination of such power. It was so surreal that I refuse to believe it to be unreal. Well, this happened right after I closed my heavy eyes to the stillness of the night. The next thing I knew was the smell of cow dung stinging my nose. Then, the dominant cries of the morning Roosters combined with the morning Sun’s rays woke me up, followed with a shriek. I was a Pigeon. Enough Said. Yes, those pigeons who peck on bald heads and drop their.. ‘droppings’ without even watching. Though they are not THAT bad, these cozy softballs rather have a beauty that yet remains unparalleled. I slowly watched at my white feathery wings, draping down my body, covering it like curtains of velvet.

The serene dawn beckoned me forward and the next thing I knew I fluttered my wings and glided out from the barn. I did not need to know why was I a Dove, I just was. I rose and seared through the vast cyan skies, watching children, all naked, fighting, playing and bathing in the Ravi river. It was then I realised how my senses of vision and smell were so sensitive. Even a light bulb looked like a Supernova, and I could smell the taste of the traditional ‘Bun-Kebabs’, ‘Pani-Pooris’ and the infamous ‘Anda Paratha’ combo as I crossed the street hawkers.

For once, I started loving my Mother Country, as from bird’s view (literally), I saw old men sitting in the balcony wearing loincloth, covering their navels and ankles. Women started preparing dough for the morning Breakfast. I did not think all what seemed to be just boring routines, were actually the exclusive things one can experience here. I decided to go higher, and faster, tearing through the skies till such extents that the winds made fluttering noises against my feathers and to take revenge, started screeching and shrieking against my ears. It was then I turned back towards to observe the horizon and encountered a flock of ducks. Green bellies brown necks and grey heads. I had never seen that colour combination on a duck before, I thought to myself. Their glistening beauty invited me. The floppings of their wings seemed like debris crashing from a building, each one releasing powerful vibes to let me go off balance. Said they were heading to the coast by following the majestic Indus, and that I could join them if I pleased.

I felt bad to turn their offer down though, but the roars of people were intriguing and as I headed to the source of the cheerful wave, I was led in a stadium. Two teams, one in Blue and another in Green emerged from two sides of the stadium. It was the biggest event of THE decade. The cricket World Cup’s final was going to be held today in Lahore, against Pakistan and India. I never was fond of cricket though, what attracted me more were the boys, suddenly showing up running to and fro on the benches. Carrying ice cold tang juice with them, to refresh the throats of the people-who-just-dried-their-mouth-by-shouting-exuberantly. I made a quick dive, hoping to snatch just ONE glass of the juice, as I never noticed how my stomach growled and my throat was playing the role of the Sahara, dry due to not even having a pint of water since morning.

Diving, that was the best part of being a bird, too bad it did not last long. My eye sight started to blur and soon I was in a blackout. I was back in Earth, forget the Mother Country. The awe-giving reality was over. But surely, I do not think I would forget it anytime soon. Like a sticker on my memory.