poem

Hold My Hand


Where the sky is so magnificently blue

Where nothing is untrue

The earth is looking so green

Here, I have never been

Beautiful flowers that decorate

I promise I will not be late

Because I know you are waiting for me

Under the shade of the largest tree

Come, hold my hand

As we walk across this land

Feeling the earth on our feet

Smelling the flowers so sweet

Watching the golden sphere in the air

The wind blowing our hair

We sit near the sparkling lake

And you say,”for God’s sake”

When I spill water on you

Bt then yo do the same too

We spend our day talking and laughing

Immersed in our past, remembering

But all of this will have to wait

As time stands between us, a huge gate

The day it’ll open is yet to arrive

And till then, without you, I’ll have to survive

We bonded as time passed by

Now you are bidding me goodbye

Life has made us apart

But it cannot stop you from residing in my heart

My love for you shall never flicker

Even if my life from now on turns bitter

No matter how many years away

I’ll keep waiting for that day 

©NM

poem

Once Upon A Time

– NM ©

Once upon a time, somewhere
Was born I, and you elsewhere.

Time grew up with you and me; 

And traveled far beyond every sea.

I’ll be in yours, and you in mine –

New characters, chapters, and stitches to save nine.

Don’t read my story from its covers-

Read every page; till you find fossiled flowers. 

A promise to each page, again and again

Till what makes you shine, what makes you rain.

Count not the pages of old tattered book ;

But the innumerable words that fill every nook.

Alive after clear pages beyond The End

With the words you will accordingly lend 

All that’s left of me – a word, a line, a song, a rhyme

For I used to be, Once upon a time. 

– NM ©
Alone

The Room

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It is two in the afternoon, the sun in its full voltage. People are all over the streets having lunch, going back to office, traveling and barbequed street vendors selling food.  Her mother is in the kitchen serving lunch. Her mother walked up to a door, and slid open a small compartment that formed a rectangular hole on the door. Her mother placed the food inside and closed the door.

There was a lot of noise: the horn, the vehicles, laughter, and chatter. But she was thrown away, the light screaming at her, burning her down. She kept her palm on the floor right on time to stop herself from falling off the bed. She was breathing heavily, and stayed like that – hanging in mid-air supporting herself on her hand. She rolled back into her bed and laid there closing her eyes.

But it didn’t make any difference, whether she had eyes closed or open. The room was dark, the tube lights had been removed. The windows sealed shut, and painted black, and thick covers that cut her off from the beautiful trees, and the world beyond it. Nothing from the outside world could ever think of passing these barriers and entering her room. Ever since that day, she had shut her eyes to the world. She was afraid of the light. She noticed her lunch at the door.

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Her parents, on the other hand were worried for her.

What do they do that she will come out of the darkness? Who will marry her? Who will look after her if something happens to them? Their questions were soon answered.

One day she decided enough was enough. No more of this misery, I shall end it once and for all. I cannot drag people who care for me into this misery. No.

So she finally gathered courage, stood behind the door for about more than an hour hesitating. She opened the door slowly – there was nobody around. Her father was at work, and her mom on the terrace. She walked out of her room, squinting. She took the challenge to another level – she decided to go outside. She went out the door, felt the earth against her feet. The wind welcomed her, and danced with her hair. She stretched her arms and walked forward to embrace light. She was no longer afraid of light anymore. All around her there were lots and lots of light. She never had to be afraid ever again.

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family

My Puyu

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Meet Puyu. ©NM

Today, I was very tired after college. I threw my bag away, somewhere on my way to the sofa. (my mom always complain that I was much more ‘organised’ as a kid.)
I lied down lazily on the aquamarine ‘L’ sofa, hugging the big cushion on its side, listening to my mom say random things. Suddenly she changed the topic.
Ammu, promise me you won’t cry.
I will. What is it?
No no, promise.
Just tell me.
I was playing with Puyu. He fell, and broke his spinal cord. He passed away. I’m so sorry.

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Rip. ©NM

I suddenly experienced an Agnes moment, when purple Kevin snatches her unicorn.
Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu.
I thought you would notice it immediately, but you were so busy for the past two days.
Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu.
I cried again.
I had bought the puzhu (worm) from a vendor who suddenly appeared opposite my college gate. I named him Puyu – how I used to pronounce Puzhu as a kid.
Sob. Sob. How happy we were. He loved to play with me. He loved to play with mum too.

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Puyu and me. ©NM

But now, he is no more. I shall miss pulling his ears, and arms and feet. He had four arms and four feet. But he preferred to crawl. (it’s not easy to walk with so many feet you know).
Oh how I shall miss you my sweet buddy. Who else can stretch so far, and still be in one piece.
Rest in peace my friend. You shall always be remembered.

horror fiction

Candlelight Dinner

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Ding dong.
The bell rang, slicing into the silent night — announcing visitors. Red straightened her dress, and opened the door. Outside stood the love of her life, hand in hand with his girlfriend. They were engaged.
Jake and Sue walked into her house, and she clutched her dress.
Patience.
She managed to relax a little, and put on her smile – which he should have cared about. The three walked into the valentine themed terrace, lit just enough.
Red fought hard to stop the tear from falling off her lashes, thus revealing her true feelings. She turned around just in time to erase it off her eye.
What  is it? 
It’s Sue. I asked her out and she said yes! 
Oh. That’s…. that’s great news!
” Thank you so much for inviting us over for dinner, you have a wonderful place! “, said Sue.
” Ahhh.. well, that’s what best friends do, right Red?” asked Jake.
She simply smiled at him, and poured wine into their glasses. She went on to serve them dinner.

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What? You proposed to her?
I know right? She said yes! We are going to get married soon.
Wha-a? Why? I mean…, are you sure about this? 
Of course I am! You know what, I’m madly in love. So much that I cannot live without her. 
” I can’t believe that you made all this! Everything I just had was too tasty to have been cooked by you. When did this transformation take place?” asked Jake, patting his tummy.
Ever since I came to know you loved to cook.
” Jake! Come on, don’t be rude. She has put in a lot of effort to make it special for us.” scolded Sue.
Not for you, only him.
“No it’s fine, I’m quite used to his tantrums.” said Red.
Don’t worry Sue, I’ll take care of him for you. You just focus on having a good time, since it’s going to be your last.
“See, she doesn’t mind”, replied Jake.
Red stood up to get dessert, knocking over the bottle of ketchup – the red liquid staining Sue’s white dress. Sue feared the stain would be quite stubborn.
Red was in the kitchen. She apologised,” Oh no, I’m so sorry. The bathroom’s on the right.”
Phone ringing.
Jake! Where in the world have you been? I’ve been calling you for more than an hour. You were supposed to help me move into my new house, remember? 
What? Hospital? Are you alright?
Oh. Sue.
Is she fine? Nothing serious? Ok.
No, no. It’s ok. I’ll sort things out myself. Beep.
Silence.
Sobbing.
I can help, perhaps?
Silence.
Who’s there?
Red couldn’t see anybody in the darkness, but she could sense somebody near her.
That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I may be able to help you, though that was not my initial intention.
What do you mean? And what if I don’t want your help?
I mean I can help you get rid of her, your friend’s friend; Sue. And if you don’t want my help, then I shall be forced to get rid of you.
A thoughtful pause.
What do you want? 
Well, I require somebody young, around your age, to complete what I have begun.
It’s a deal.
” I’ll take you there Sue, come on. ” said Jake, holding her hand. They disappeared down the hall before Red could stop him.
Oh no. What have I done!
Can’t live without her? Why, what will happen to you? 
I would rather die than lose her!

Well then.

Die.

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horror fiction

Framed

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She was standing in the middle  of the room, the girl right in front of her. The girl didn’t seem to have noticed her presence at all. The girl around her age, walked down the street. Drunk men followed her. She walked faster. They followed. She ran, and they ran behind her. She walked into a building, a house perhaps. She knew the place, but where exactly ? She was not sure. The drunk men passed by. The girl – relieved – turned around, looked at her, and frowned. She was confused, she turned to look behind her.
Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeep.
Her alarm pulled her back to reality with so much force that she almost hit the wall behind her. She realised the place was very similar to the building the girl had walked into.
She looked at the photographs again. Each of them told a story, it seemed to capture more than just fragments of life. No. It seemed to capture life itself.
It was too late by the time she noticed that she was alone. She had already walked into the adjacent room, which had only a single photograph, and a wooden board beside it. With something written on it. The other photographs were hung on the wall, but this was right at the centre. The photograph, unlike the others was quite blurred. There was just a shadow, and the picture made her very uncomfortable. She went over and read whatever was written.

Oh no! No, no, no!

She became pale and cold, like a corpse. The horrid things that happened in there, she wanted to stay no longer. A curse? She had no time to decide. She turned around to run away, but she hit the wall. Where did the door go?
She heard the knob turning – from above . She looked up, and there the door was. On the ceiling. The door
opened inwards slowly, as if somebody was behind it. And then it shut with great force, the door falling off the ceiling. She ducked out of the way just in time. She felt something wet and cold on her palms, she saw blood – spreading across the floor. Blood through the windows, ventilators. And somebody was crying out in pain, as if being cut into pieces alive. The blood was all over the floor, she got on the podium like furniture that carried the photograph and the curse. As her right hand grabbed the frame for support, it fell. And then , a hand over her left hand. Another around her waist, and there shadows everywhere.

Say Cheese.

He was only five, wandered into the place by accident. His mother walked in, held him by the hand and said, ” Come on now, let’s go. I’ve told you not to wander off like this.”
“But look  Mommy”, said he pointing at the picture on the floor.
A girl, scared or in pain perhaps? Too Blurred to make out, and someone was hovering over her.
“Let’s get out of here,” said his mother.

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horror fiction

Goodnight

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Things been dragged.
Thrown around. Thud. Thud. Thud
What was going on upstairs?
It was already so late, and you wonder why people living upstairs can’t get any sleep. This happens every night, since they moved into the apartment. Your mum puts her arm around you, and you coil toward her. Silence.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The noise got louder each time. The dragging becomes worse, somebody is running up there. You turn and toss, suddenly realising the fan is not working. It becomes dead silent, the fan is still, since it makes that moan whenever it is on. It’s cold, but still you are sweating. You wipe your forehead, but you continue to to sweat. You finally decide to wake up, and open your eyes – placing your hand on your mum’s to keep it aside.
Freeze.
Your mum is on mid-air, inches away from your face, blood tripping from every part of her.
” goodnight my baby “