Time of Cold

Dead leaves now cover the place,

Where their shadows once fell,

A grim ceremony marked,

By echoes of an unseen knell.

A temporal shroud of greyness, 
Thrown over balding heads.

A metallic coldness of doorknobs,
Clear vision which steadily fades.

Air like a hundred needles,
A reptile huddled up beneath some momentary warmth.
Dead trees burn in happy homes,
Stories woven around the red-brick hearth.

All disperse as night falls fast,
A web of frosts glistens on trees,
Black rocks wait for the morning light,
However weak, the sun at last.

Scribble Series #4

His art teacher handed him the corrected homework. There was a big red question mark and a comment at the end which read, “Please learn colours correctly.”

A five-year old confused Arun couldn’t understand what was wrong with the blue and purple trees, a brown sky and greyish flowers growing in blue bushes.

Not even when he examined the tiny strip of film negative for the third time- after all, it had been the source of his inspiration.

Sweet Revenge 

I’m suffering from the worst kind of hearbreak now. I didn’t love her at first. I was almost forced to be with her. Yeah I sure liked the way she looked. But that’s all. But you know, she was patient. I would want to spend very little time wth her. And she was satisfied with that. She never complained. She adjusted. A lot. Slowly I started falling for her. Yes. I was in love with her. At last. It was the best feeling. But alas! My mate had something else in mind. Just when I fell for her, she turned round completely. 180° I mean. She started revolting. Started being disobedient. I tried calming her down but she never listened. And she knew I wouldn’t give up on her now cause I was already helplessly unbelievably in love with her. And now I’m the one trying. Trying too damn hard to get her back. Her soul, her spirit. Well, she is my guitar xD