Smoky dark

"Don't utter a word
Don't ever show ur face"
Saying this he disconnected.

The room was dark
The bed was warm
With trembling hands
He reached for his pocket
Took out a cigrette
And lighted it with match
The room was closed
Full of smoke now.

He stared at nothing
He thought nothing

He simply wiped his tears
and smoked in dark.

Absolution

Wounded, he lie
Looking at the sky.
The pool of blood
reflected the whole world
and he lay in the middle
blocking the view.
Of the stars, of the moons.

The past blur,
The present in blood,
He gotup somehow
and fell back again.
The drops of blood
Splashing in the air
falling back again
Making him redder.

He got up again
and balanced himself.
Slowly, he walked
over the corpses.
Slowly he walked
to the horizon.
Dripping with blood
Covered with dust.

This absolution was essential.

Crossroad

Standing on one side of the road
He waited for the traffic
to slow
so that he can cross the road

He then noticed an old women
with thick....very think glasses
standing there....beside him
to cross the road...

He thought if he should
lend his hand
and help her
cross the road.

And then the traffic slowed down.


At office...he was busy
with work
then he had lunch
and then some more work
And then in the evening
he thought of leaving
for home.
But before that
he thought of
checking news online
to know what all
are happening in the city
that he lives in
and then
he saw
a picture
of the same road
that he crossed
in the morning
with some blood.
The news mentioned
that an old lady had died
while crossing the road.