The other side of it.....

Her lips were sealed and pressed
anxiety captured her
His eyes grew wider and wider
but she wouldnt ever deter...

Probing wouldnt melt her convictions
but his love surely would..
how could she tell him this
as disastrous as it would..

Drops roll down her cheeks
her heart heavy as a rock
'Give it some time" he told her
Lets just keep it under the lock...

Fascination, and the better part of it.

Beat with her heart
Break with her touch
Run with her smile
dance with her so much

strangled with her love
she gave him one choice
Blushed with her charm
and flattered with her voice

He knew she loved it
She was in control
She flicked her finger
and wounded his soul

And that evil laugh
was so innocently pure
a little bit of lust
and a dash of amour

Her eyes were shut, The words were veiled

Her head was bent
and her lips were sealed
her voice was chocked
strangled with tears

Pressed with a secret
So hard to comprehend
She tried to delay
further, this bitter end.

Inevitable as it may seem
And sincerely unjust
Without fraudulent intent
Her amazing breach of trust

Calming her trembling hands
He reassured her of their love so true
"Nothing you would say
It doesn't matter what you do"

She looked upto the orange sky
and drew in the deepest breath
'Hold me in your arms,' she said
This is all that there is left.

As tough as it could be
She spelt the words out
He kissed her on her head
and rocked her so tenderly
to sleep....

Words,Veins, Life

The lamp glowed in the darkness. A drop from his eye shone as it made its way down his cheek. But he typed on in denial. Striking every key with the same vengence as the one before, so deliberately. His words flowed, beautiful yet eccentric. The drop splashed on the letters. His fingers slipped. Yet, he wrote. The wrinkles on his forehead grew even more prominent. His spectacles fogged up. Yet he continued, unperturbed and numb. With every letter he typed, a thousand battles were won. His words forced the pain out. His head in a turmoil, yet his fingers calm and agile enough to do the needful. Words turned into lines and lines into paragraphs. He went on, endlessly.

The sounds of the keys beat like his heart. Reveberating with the same wrath. As if his fingers were pumping life into his body. If he stopped now, his life, as he knew it, would be over. He knew he was delaying the inevitable. A drop fell from his brow. A drop fell from his eye.

And then, it was as if the words ceased to be. His hands froze, his eyes shut. These papers, his veins, were strewn all over the floor. He drew a deep breath, hoping it was his last. He pushed the chair back as he got up and walked over those papers, barefoot, towards the bay window. He had an unusual pride in his walk. His chin up and his shoulders broad. And then, without summon, he collapsed on those sheets. Those white parchments, which gave him life and then took it with equal virulence. He smiled as he nodded his head and thought to himself "A life well spent."