Flawless.

‘I will never let the world forget you’, he had promised his Queen on her deathbed. Fate had cruelly stolen her away, but he could not let go so easily. He employed the best craftsmen in his kingdom to build her a fitting mausoleum and now after ten years of toil, it stood ready. 

He went for inspecting the vision in white marble. Every nook of the building was perfectly carved and every arch spelt perfection.Every stone in the intricate carvings gleamed in sunlight. He was smugly satisfied until he spotted something in the middle of the sanctum. The ugly box stood out like a sore thumb in his flawless monument. 

He ordered for the Queen’s casket to be carried away.

The Will to Live.

'Miss Grant', asked the pretty reporter seated across her, 'what gives you the will to live?'

She looked at the heap of bouquets and congratulatory messages on her table. She thought of the jubilant face of her lawyer and the camera flashes when she was taken out of the courtroom. They had won the case against this giant truck company and the jury had awarded her ten million dollars in compensation.

A wry smile spread across her face as she thought of all that money could buy- diamonds she would never wear, cars she would never drive and tours she would never take. She thought of the accident an year ago, when the runaway truck had run her over. All her limbs had to be amputated. Every moment had been a battle then on.


' The fact that I cannot even kill myself' , she answered.

Life Is Beautiful.

The concept of death had always fascinated her. Death- that promised sweet deliverance from the daily monotony, that promised to mark an end to her numbness.

Nothing about her life pleased her. Not the luxurious apartment. Neither the parties. Nor her loving husband her parents had chosen. She hovered over them all like a somnambulist, patiently waiting for the day she would embrace death as an equal.

The man in the mask was watching her. The lady beside her shivered in fear and silent prayers.

"Time for the first hostage to die", he screamed into the telephone for the cops outside to hear.

The barrel of the gun felt cold against her forehead. As she stared at death in the face, for the first time in her life, she thought,  "Life is Beautiful".

Like A Raindrop.

And I fell, a raindrop 
from the mighty depths of the sky's heart 
into your outstretched palm. 
Your palm that caresses the warm earth everyday, 
your palm that rests in the warmth of her bosom - 
held me for a while. 
And then I trickled down your arm 
of hills and vales and ridges ; 
until I reached your elbow and you wiped me off. 
I met my inglorious end, 
in the glory of my journey, 
resplendent at the tracks I left 
down your ebony arm, 
my sweet.