20 August, 2010

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 13th, 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

03 August, 2010

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