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No title”, suits well as the title to the story I present. We got to know this since our childhood that it is pen ultimate role – earth’s day. Day to day schedule of the earth to revolve around the sun and bring home the seasons and the days transient. Similar is a person’s life, its pen ultimate role of a person is to keep moving and along with that shall bring the joys and all aspiration home. But does it happen to all?

Let’s check.

A year ago, with an early sun shine, wakes up me with a silvery smile. A smile! not just it – well a message that I bring along with me. I shall be normal, I shall be real, I shall be mysterious, yet, I shall be practical. Had a glimpse of mine on the mirror ahead, grunt’s in loud and I moved for my day. Countered a lot of faces by side, welcome’s me back one of my allay. With happiness in eyes he pats my shoulder came closer to me and said this is you dear. I took that pride and settled for ride and this is how my friend I announced who am i. with ties and so lot inquired I got many friends we forged them divine. Together we eat, together we play. Jokes are nothing we quarrel each day.

Sooner or later we moved so far, now is the day where I stand so far. Narrating my day and keep it calm…. because I shall try but you shall not respond.

Time so far, I climbed to a peak…. Walking ahead I made no miss. At top I stopped I turned, I pipped. there were none except the foot steps of mine. A mass covered of snow with fogs along. Now you shall think I left them behind, that I was in hurry I looked just mine. But this is not so and neither what you find.

It was that flow which ceased by time. Long down there at the beginning of snow few left the course and said big no. few miles long a few walked on, there was less air and suffocation grown. Walking by me turned a big choice and said none to me they simply decide “going far ahead is not a part of my plan, why shall risk mine this is not my play” I think they might have said some thing similar else none would have left because the action was clear. Simply they left and silence was found…. And I was holding the rope thinking of all behind. It was a storm and difficult to see… I just made an expectation and walked out free.

25887465135_12bb12a9a0_k2And now standing at the peak I got to realize… the step down is miles shall I bring it together. For hits I got for pains it gave, somehow, I fall I found my way. Well I reached where the journey was started, imbibe me the outrages of passage. Compelled myself with reasons i find thought it would be the storm that shall have broken the rhyme. Yes, the rhyme – we named the rope…. because all we were planned is to bring it back in time.

Meet my friends the compelled me decide… Shall hug my friends to see them alive. I rushed to them with opened arms, and makes me stop the words of them “where were you? what took you so much time? We knew that it won’t be possible to make this time so we left and climbed back in no time. Thought for waiting for you but wasn’t so sure as it was the storm so we left for cure. Thought you shall make it but not an issue to sigh, try once again and you shall make it next time”. The compelled me turned baffled around, none did offer a chair they all enjoyed this time. And I was chunked hard for no reason I find, all it can be is the plans were changed. Standing no more I took fast steps and rushed to the rest room and looked over my face. The face was same and so was i… I took few days but sooner I realized- it was the priorities that has changed in times I was absent for some days and it walked without mine. For days long turned to months I remained there but none did pass my side. It was so strange to look upon the faces those which had smiles has now turned pale. Some said they moved some said life happened, but none do remember who stayed forever.

Riding with peoples talking to friends… those faces just vanished which talked for decades. The words changed the time changed the allies so changed…. And I remained alone where all I set.

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So, all I decided to walk back to the ice… those peaks so high, gilded with snows and silences imbibed. I sat for long under the roofs of stones…. Curbed as so forming dooms in real. Now lesser we talk yet always we meet… but now it’s the snow which walks by my side…. The talks are formal, now the gags are changed… with “hii” and a “hello” where all it ends. I am turning mysterious I know this well…. Just the fact it is that now we aren’t together to portray the real. having something in me yet different I speak. Because it is not the time where anymore shall we meet. this is the place where i do belong, loving the way i made for now….happy for hours and have no audience, none to appreciate, none to battle. here i find me and no mirages of time, it’s all that swing is the snow  by me. expanding my arms now i hug it at times, at least it has no life no face of betrayal. Want not to shade my tears as we are always been taught yet shall tell you something which is so real – “quenching out of thirst and you brought me a glass of warm water, it’s that all I was thirsty and needed some water …. As you said it was your pleasure and tabled me so…. and i never knew it troubled you so. it wasn’t the water which all i meant it though. it was an excuse to look and stay”. Yet I thank you for all efforts you made, it was me who made the plea and you had no idea for the same. easing my thirst you relived me so, yet failed to ease the heart which felt.

walking along i reached my way….. stand high at the peak for the day…. looking down i find no traits, no human acquaintance no heart to pray…. yet you don’t bother as i don’t want the same… it’s already turned so heavy, else my shoulders have to pay.

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TWO FACES OF MINE …..the saga continues.

Two-Face-Optical-Illusion-a As I promised I am to ease you out there…. I know it took long to reply back dear. As I am tensed about what to say? where from to start? what shall I skip? and, what is to be played? While you feature a story, I shall call it a play…. I wish you know what I previously said, the unconscious I and fine by time and please don’t hurry allow me to say. I made myself sung in a poetic phrase, “two faces of mine” and how it portrays. But I know how restless you are, please allow me to breath deep before I say.

“Oh yes! There lie two faces of mine, the one you see and the one I hide.  Have no descendants it’s forged in time. Oh yes I have two faces of mine, the one you see, the one I hide”.

Stands true the words of mine… now hold your breath and allow me to reply. You asked about me, “Who am I” ?  this shall be the next in the queue so it is fine. Before this question let’s talk about the time, how come the face be split in time. To answer the same, I shall take you by, days back to the school among my crew – where hails me an introvert guy. feared a bit yet furious in times. Though being countless yet very few are mine those are my buddies and no any spoon, with the bottles across, I am at my school. Gained my age, i learnt a bit, I grew in age yet lives in a kid. My heart was so it was easily being played. Sweet some words and it slips the way. I have had a habit to witness the true, and slow yet quick a few left in the queue. Comes with the age the phases of time. As I was kid down, I never rely. Been chosen for good and mostly kept out, my mind turned me and I developed self-doubts. “Am I worse at it” as I always been out, segregated the most and been laughed aloud. Contemplated the same my parents made me realize, I have some good and it is divine. Says my dad “it’s not easy my son, sacrificing oneself is never the prize. It is a perception one made by self, seeing good in every one is not an easy way” kissed my mom over the fore head of mine, I asked the time to teach me the rhyme.

 

I learnt the skills I mastered my void, I worked over self I made it imply. Read about psychology, read about time and made myself clear that all is mine. No sooner it was the age on count and I grew old with beard in brown. Oh ! it’s not color it portrays my wealth. The all I learnt the all I played. Developed so I need to say…. “I am practical” is what I say. One passes by do says the same. Remains amazed my character plays. Moves the counter I made my way, I gained attitude all what they say. Gifted with a title of Attitude guy, I remained the same because I followed my way. No sign of nepotism no sign of patriarchy, I kept my words true followed hierarchy. No sooner the face went broader in pace, people try to see through to witness the same. With a charm and passion overhead, I always walked my courses offset. The dresses I wore the character I play, it played my all at initial college days. The time was so I witnessed that day. “I am myself”, was my self loving days. Forged my self from shy to fly, time gifted me the wings, my morals was sky.

And this is what my friend the first face signifies. A confident, a self-developed person so fine. people have genuine talks for time. I have no ego no signs to deny, I am the same is my ideology derived. Counters a person on a fine afternoon, I was with a “friend” is a classmate tune. Comes in a person looked at mine, the face I have what I say in times. Found me a person different for sure yet not was a kind similar at shore. The tags were checked my tongue was judged, the motions I make was real or not. Though I never know what the person find, announced me true and one of my kind.

With the grace of technologies in place, the person made some try, reached me out with some texts. And I remained un-aware what happened around, the needle might turn but the clock was round. I acknowledged the verdicts of my life in real because the person out there started making appeal. A formal talks and friendship trails…. The person along many turned friends for real. Shared our words shared our plays, how beautiful it is acknowledging the beauty of those days. Teasing out and rumors so played, pulling legs was scheduled every day. Sharing the foods and melting the clay… I might have forged during early days… we stand together we walk together still….. but as we all know the nights are also real…. With hours of day we dance together…  be it the drum or college table… clapped loud or music played, Bhojpuri and English turned nostalgic these days. Playing games at the benches for long, the note book opened has nothing written along. Screaming high and relentless say….. reaching out for tea breaks with friends, cigarettes in hand, one’s girlfriend turned as topic of the day. with critics and praise as words to troll, she doesn’t suits him remains the conclusion drawn.  and this is my friend- my face looks at day. Funny, serious and alluring was insignia reckoned.  

 

But oh!  my dearie there’s nothing to baffle, it’s just the start yet much more is real…. We know the fact there’s darker at night. Reveals the evil and pains abide. So, as I shall bring you to the darker side of mine…. How I was injured what accident was mine. Shall follow the moonlight to find the way…. It’s again the night and the wounds are portrayed. And will happen for sure the dark shall come, shall bring for sure the cold seize breeze for long. And again, i shall be left alone, petrified by thought and gazing for long. Because again I’ll witness the blood trails for sure, again I will find the black face yelling for long.opened pores and trickling blood. Hard to move and unconscious prone.

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Two Faces of Mine.

Two-Face-Optical-Illusion-a     “I am sorry, but there’s two faces of mine… and have no descendants, it is forged by time. The one you know the one i hide. Oh!! sorry to say i have two face of mine”. 

It’s a shivery night, seized me the cold. I opened my eyes, i woke fragile. My head is aching, my eyes are red. I am wounded and are swollen. there’s a stream of water flowing down through the pipe making all it’s way to the sewage beside. while it’s course it passes by me. and i being thirsty my lips rests over it. i drank a few drops i tried to see the water ran down through a cottage with the smoke from the chimney, a dim yellow bulb was light in front of me but the shadow keeps the distance deceived. I lifted self half, i tried to peep. It’s the reflection of  my face portrays the stream. “Oh!!! it is black” my face turned so. It shows some pores opened up and bleed. I can see the blood trickling out of  ’em. and i am amazed what happened in my way. got hold of a bin… I tried to stand. my legs are injured, my knee turned flat. Sooner – realized i need something to stand. Though i can’t i thought of crawling my way. An inch or so was all i could cover and it took my all to think of further. I remember i wore a new shirt of mine turned to see, find it stained by mine. It’s messed with the stains of blood was all i know. wishing it shall not be mine was all i can do, sooner or later i got the clue. i got few cuts through the chest of mine. seems i was slashed by some yet i managed to flew without getting chopped in no time. crawling down in hours so late i wished – i can’t sigh in the god’s grace because there was much more to see. It was the moon at sky so high- illuminated my way and made me cry. Wait a sec…. I got hold of something!….. what is it??? there’s something pierced deep down my back. I cant reach it… m struggling hard…. and oh i can see what it takes for all.

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I am staked i yelled loud with my all. I am staked and ripped off. a flesh of mine hunged to my right. i fall again and remained same for times. i managed to turn around to see how much i moved. A blood trail was all my eye caught view. Lying there for un-noticed time and i loss my conscious. The moon and the sky remained the same. No sooner the cold breezes gained their pace. It turned cold and dark at times, as moon goes by clouds my wounds gets sigh.   

 

It’s a high light ray falling over my face, being so disturbed i flipped away. Covering my blanket over my face the clock rung on showing 7 of the day. i inched few got hold of clock snoozed it to 9 and slept away. throwing away the clock below, tucked my phone beneath the pillow. Oh crap! oh crap! it turned so late i gained the conscious and looked out the pane. The sun reached high over the horizon and i turned lazy and slept all over. ditched myself and I rushed before time got hold of my Slippers, I ran as fast i can reach  to the towel. Completing my course i get tossed away, jumped to the mirror placed behind the bed. Getting on with attire i looked in a way, smiled a bit and said to myself “So handsome i look” complemented with say.  took more time and groomed my self, i skipped my breakfast and ran away. Waved my hand with a sign of bye I ran to the bus stop inquired and said. Asked for the next bus as i was late, was nothing new it have been a routine of each day. reaching to the stop i stepped down quick, awaited for the auto rickshaw the compliment to a late day. Went down to the college and thought through the way “Traffic jam” turned to be the excuse of the day. walking fast i gained the pace greeted few morning for one greeted the same – yelling on myself i was few steps away. Reached the room Exhaled deep, when asked for the reason the excuse was all it. grabbed my seat and followed the time, took over my note book and noted the date and time as said. Through the series of boring lectures head in hours or so the clock slipped away, 12 past 50 was now the time.

images The time i knew for my phone to play, caught eyes on my phone and there’s text some 9. i knew who it was i knew the line, i looked over the text and it features the rhym

I got to know you haven’t reached on time, was it a traffic jam or auto rickshaw line. I know the truth and don’t you try, i took the notes and shall give you on time. join me for lunch and do have some time, you got few assignments you have to submit on time. I don’t know what shall happened to you without mine. who might have informed you god’s grace you have such a friend ” I replied with “ fine “.

Now you shall fall in crazy by time, shall be more curious to know what happened? how i turned fine?. The last night you remember i was unconscious for time and how is the same man now is on time?

Well i shall answer all doubts of yours just grab a pillow and lean a bit low, rest your head against the wall for the time and i shall answer Who am I ? and What are the two faces of mine ?