writer's block

will you stop staring at me.
i have no answers, no words to share.

only a heart
which soaks up feelings
and every trace of their shadow too.

i see rainbows
but in fading monotones
and the songs on the radio
silenced before they reach my door.

my unruly thoughts
won't reveal a single phrase
fearless and true as a dervish's faith.

blank gaze, the mirror reveals
will you stop staring at me?

searching

your touch flicked
the feelings away
and i turned to words
to be held.


--
words, they held me
away from hurt
in a demeanor
that wasn't mine

i see you
i see your demons
i couldn't see
beyond the hurt
your touch caused

with words i live now
to be held
for no more pain
or demons
i wish to see

*by jugal
--


between pages
on white satin silences
fearless, we make love.
but your fragrance, I miss
in the arms of words.


--
Just the rustle
of pages
falling beside the bed
as you possess me
and I betray
my words again.
Yes,I am unfaithful.

*by anita vasudeva
--

flickering betrayal
torches love again
and ignited words
cinder our pages.
silence smolders to inferno.

Rivalry

Wiping the smeared cake from her face, Sanjana totaled one more mental strike against Rajat. He knew her well. And should have known better than to touch her.

Her half smile, shyly lowered eyes and his grinning face masked the intense rivalry between them. She danced the night away, without a care it would seem. And resisted the urge to create a situation for Rajat where urgent intervention of an orthopedic doctor would be needed! She was known to drink like a fish and did so tonight with gusto. As time inched towards midnight, she appeared quite sozzled. Not even the sharp Rajat realised that the vodka that she was drinking was just plain water with a slice of lime.

Inebriation is a great excuse to leave early. Once out of the drunken door, her glazed eyes cleared up, the pace became purposeful. She turned towards the office. Flexi-hours were a boon for her secret midnight sojourns.

For the past one month, Rajat had been privy to her personal calls received at work. She created an impression that her life was inundated with out-of-town guests. To keep them entertained and happy, she was working by the clock and partying every night. Any request to work after the hours was turned down flat. Her groggy appearance in the mornings supported this facade.

She entered the office. This was the night of triumph. Logging into the network, a quick scan revealed the success of the project.

Both Rajat and she were pitching for this prestigious assignment. The first one to submit a working module of the initial phase would get the project. Revenge was finally at hand. Not for nothing had she named the module "The Black Horse".

This was my attempt of Flash Fiction at Kala Ghoda competition.

facade

love scurries behind
the sweep of eyelashes.
inane smile glows once again

Walls

today i spoke of
the hidden fears,
the anguish carried
along with wounds.

as i demolished (mine)
you built yours fast,
and hid behind
new set of walls.

the passion lays belied
to breathe unfettered air,
and i fear anew
strength of walls.