Friday, The 13th

This is a story I wrote for a competition in IIT Kharagpur. Hope you like it...

Friday, The 13th

I saw her. She looked lovely, like always. This was the day, I could see it in her eyes. She looked at me. Smiled. I smiled at her too. Slowly, she moved closer to me. Checked, if I was ready. To be honest, I was never more prepared. She sat beside me. Slowly speaking, she said,

“The time has come dear. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

I looked at the fire in her eyes. I knew this was it. Yet, I could do nothing but just look at her. Even now her stunning appearance affected my senses as it did on the first time I’d seen her. Beautiful black gown delicately covering her slender body. God! I knew then what love was. But today was different. Different from any other day we’d seen before. She opened the drawer. I knew what she needed. I’d personally made sure last night that she finds the instrument in good shape. I looked at her as she devoured the sight of it. I knew this was the last time I was seeing this gleeful look on her face. Everything would be different after this. Seems so unreal how only one night could change everything. But after last night, I myself am surprised to believe in my own existence.

Feburary 13^th, 2009. 1:30 AM. Friday.

It was the most memorable night I ever had. It had been so long since we’d been together. Alone. Me, and Shreya. But tonight we were together again. And what a time we had. We’d talked, danced, cooked, ate, everything. I always told her that I loved her more than she loved me. Tonight, I was to know how true I was. Safely resting in my arms that night she told Amit how she was going to come back to him. Once she got rid of the old man with nothing to offer other than his wealth, she’d be back to him. She smiled after this. It was the same smiled which once made me fall in love with her. This time though, it could not produce the same effect. After a cold silence of 30 seconds, Amit asked.

“When do you plan to get rid of your old man?”

“When do you want me to?” Came the direct reply.

“Tomorrow.”

All the old man could hear was a light giggle. After which he could hear heartbeats. Two distinct rhythms. One light, composed, peaceful. Of pleasure and ecstasy. Another of regret, sadness, purposefulness. The same purposeful heartbeats which the other heart would have the next morning.

She looked at the blade for the last time. It was the last time she was experiencing thoughts which her mind was guiding. I had nothing left to loose. It was her turn. The smile was still on her face. A smile she’d carry for the rest of her mournful life. Her final words,

“Goodbye Old Man.”

She lifted the blade, pulled off the blanket and then, everything drowned in her scream. She dropped at the sight of the blood. The spotless knife lay shining beside her.

-          Vishal Gupta

Saudade

I  remember the night,

I’d asked you to go

you were much surprised

I was yours no more.

You kept calling me back

I did not return

I wouldn’t you knew

Alone your heart had burnt.

I had promised you,

To never let you go

Still I know it was me

How could I be so low.

I lost your trust

I lost love

I lost a friend

It all came to an end.

Now I have broken you

and you have gone afar

Still I don’t know why

Misses you my heart.

But you did not leave alone

A part of me went with you

Now I smile no more

What have you done to me.

Thinking of your eyes

Still makes me cry

And those lovely moments

Ask if it all was a lie.

Now I walk alone

On the roads of life

I find no one else

To fill my heart’s void.

I feel unready

to find someone new

Just so that I don’t hurt her

As I’d hurt you.

It feels alone

I’m not used to this

Without you by my side

I have no shoulder to cry.

But I can’t call you back

I can’t find someone else

I don’t know how it’ll be

I can’t go on like this.

I am mush ashamed

for what I have done

but even you understand

my intents weren’t wrong.

I can neither go on

Nor can I stay

I can just lament

On the blunder I made.

Now I don’t find trust

Not even for myself

And all I ask you

Is pardon for me.

Please forgive me

And be my friend

Just as it used to be

We can have it you’ll see.

We’ll be back

Just as before

And be merry again

and be assertive of self.

And be not alone

We’ll be there

for one another

And we’ll be back

as we were before.

Be passionate again

and work wonders

‘cause only when we’re over grief

we can work our best.

Now I take thy leave

Saying all I had

Now I feel some burden

lifted from my back.

I bid you goodbye

Only to find you back

And I would love to see

You having gotten over me.

-          Vishal Gupta

Teardrops

Thinking of you, my mind goes numb

I can’t tell you what I feel

If you knew, what you mean to me

You could never be away free

I hide it all, keep it from you

I know not what should I do

But I can’t tell you, I cry for you

I just can’t be this true.

You make me smile, still I feel weak in my heart

and once you go all I’m left with

are teardrops on my guitar

are teardrops on my guitar

are teardrops on my guitar.

I stay awake, through the night

just hoping you’d call by

I could spend my life, trying to

just to see again you smile

I know there is, something wrong

I don’t know what is right

But in the crowd, when you smile and laugh

I know that is divine

I try to tell, what I feel for you

but words I cannot gather

and when I’m finally able to write, all I’m left with

are teardrops on my letter

are teardrops on my letter

are teardrops on my letter.

I feel some pain, I can’t explain

when you ask me to go away

Though I know, you mean it not

still it just rips me apart

If you knew, what I think of you

you would never say so again

but dear, for me only

I can’t see you change

So once again, I stay quiet

thinking of you, I cry

and what remains when I calm down

are teardrops by my side

are teardrops by my side

are teardrops by my side.

When I hurt you, I feel it too

but there’s nothing I can do

I never meant, to wound your heart

but now you’re feeling blue

I try to, but I can’t improve

I don’t wanna change you too

So you tell me, what should I do

when I can’t live without you

So whatever you say, I’m ready to do

as I know I can trust you

But if you go, you would never see

the teardrops you left me

the teardrops you left me

the teardrops you left me

Thinking of you, my mind goes numb

I can’t tell you what I feel

If you knew, what you mean to me

You could never be away free

I hide it all, keep it from you

I know not what should I do

But I can’t tell you, I cry for you

I just can’t be this true.

You make me smile, still I feel weak in my heart

and once you go all I’m left with

are teardrops on my guitar

are teardrops on my guitar

are teardrops on my guitar.

- Vishal Gupta