Sleepy Hollows

To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.

© Abirami

Magician’s Code

Lights on. Centre stage. Crowd cheers. It was his golden age. 

They believed in his magic. 

Curtains close.  Only he knows. 

And the politician stepped off the dias victorious yet again. “The freebies get ’em every time.”, he thought. 

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Wanderlust

Heads swaying to the sound of music. Hearts beating slow and sometimes frantic. They’d been at this for about a week now. The longest road trip she’d ever been on. The best time she’d ever had. To think this was all only an accident, it humored her. They were just fellow passengers who missed their flight and decided to rent a car and split the drive.

A conservative Indian girl who always stayed on the straight and narrow. She rarely stepped out of her comfort zone. But he.. He changed everything. Questioning her morals and ridiculing her beliefs. He was everything she never approved. A club rat with no sense of responsibility. However now, her opinions didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His smile. That’s all she could picture. One smile and she was ready to give her heart away. But why? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.

It was only a matter of miles now. They’d soon be on their separate ways. Heavy hearted, she got out of the car as he pulled up on the side walk. Final goodbyes were said and pleasantries exchanged. Every one of those final moments, bittersweet. While she was left with memories to cherish, the fact that it was all ending too soon hit her hard. One last glimpse of his heartbreaking grin and she turned and started to walk away; walk away towards what will be a new life.

A sudden honk of the car horn interrupted her train of thought. He stuck his head out of the window with the sheepish grin and everything.

“Hey, I was wondering, would it be extremely inappropriate if I asked you out?”

“Yes it would”, she said smirking at him. 

“Good. ‘Cause that’s pretty much my style. So what do you say?”

She laughed nodding in agreement. Oh how he made her laugh.

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The One

“What if she says no?” he thought, as he stood on one knee in front of the girl of his dreams.

It was going to be a simple answer.

Yes or no.

But, he seriously doubted his ability to process any piece of information as of then. At intense moments, the thin line between flying and falling gets blurry. The fear of the latter always trumps the prospects of hope for the former.

She always spoke about love being the only thing that transcended space and time. He laid down his faith on that very love and hoped it was enough. They’ve been in love for as long as he remembered. What are these silly doubts then? He always trusted her. Why not now? Even though none of it made any sense, he still couldn’t shake the fear. He wondered how silly he must look. A grown man trembling with fear. Perhaps she’ll take me for a coward. After what felt like ages she finally looked like she was about to say something..  that was when the trembling got worse.

It took him long enough to realize he wasn’t really trembling. He was being woken up.

“Up sleepy head! You promised me some brunch, remember?”

Seven years of marriage and he still couldn’t believe she’d said yes.

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Eclipsed by Love

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They say, a long time ago,

When the world had just begun,

The moon fell for the blazing sun.

Every day she chased him into the light,

For when the night fell, he was hardly in sight.

The way he glided past the skies,

He gave her butterflies.

Hoping she has the courage someday, for now she faded away.

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Counting Stars

It was another cold winter evening. A little girl sat shuddering on the front porch. Daddy’s going to be mad.. she thought. He made her promise she’d wait inside. “You don’t want to get a cold do you? Then who eats all the ice cream?”.  But she hated waiting inside, all alone. The excitement tingled in her veins. SHE WAS FINALLY GETTING HER BIKE!!!! Daddy never went back on his word, she knew. He always came through. Always.

The sound of the front door creaking woke her up. She’d fallen asleep waiting. With what could only be the ‘widest grin ever’ on her face, she ran out to greet him. “Daddy! daddy!”, she screamed all the way there. He stood in the drive way, next to the prettiest pink bike with rainbow ribbons and a shiny bell . It even had a pink basket with the little daisies she loved. She stood there speechless, staring at her brand new bike with utter amazement. “Do you want to go for a ride Princess?”, he asked knowingly. Her eager eyes gave her away.

He sat there, tired, after a hard days work. All the pain was non-existent when he was watching her. After hours of ‘going for one last round in the yard’, he finally got her to put the bike away. He carried her back to her room and tucked her into bed like every other night. Five minutes into the bed-time story and she was sound asleep. At last he retired to his own bed and turned the lights out, preparing himself for another day. Another day of picking trash and sweeping floors. He would do anything to provide for her.

What they had, though it was not much, it was enough. In a world full of people who spent their lives counting dollars, they lived theirs counting stars.

Inspired by the song – Counting Stars by One Republic. 

© Abirami