Old is gold- the end

(Continued from... http://forlorntears.blogspot.in/2013/02/old-is-gold.html )

A serene calmness took the room over. Nikhil hovered silently in the room, hands folded behind, continuously staring at them, she and his brother, shifting his glances from one to other. Seated in the opposite couch, lying her head on the sofa, she stared upward in hopelessness, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke, "what had happened that day after he left?" she asked. "You know it," he spoke in a stern voice. After a long break, he started, "I was here speaking to him. I was explaining him how inconvenient would a couple feel, how should he choose to live instead, and I passed him his tablet. I talked to him for an hour more and then I left." Nikhil still stared in wonder, yet in doubt. He could see tears flowing to her ears silently. And then she broke down crashing her hand to her heart. "I killed him." she muttered. Amazed, her spouse stopped roaming and stood looking confused. Yet fury and desperation came over him. “I should not have left him between you both. One who would taunt him for spending every penny of his, and the other who has eyed the miserable man's generous will. I will never know now" more tears drew over her cheeks as she spoke. "Yet I did" she at last let the pain pass over lying her back to the couch again.

Silently came in a bee flying, too odd in the higher apartment of a polluted beauty of the oldest cultures, and moved hither and thither till it settled on a red spread over a white supposedly leather. They both glanced at each other and at the lady calmly as she opened it with a bunch of papers, fingerprints all over them, half blue and half blood red, and wrapped in them a multi-tool safety nail cutter, stained in blood too. She sobbed endlessly in the quite hall.

Old is gold

The door silently opened. The room was pitching dark. Groping for the switch, her fingers grazed along the wall until they met the switchboard. She turned on a switch, at which the fan creaked starting to turn slowly and she put it off. She turned the next switch on and the tube flickered as it lit the room. News-lines paced along the TV screen mutely, as she walked in towards the sofa. There lied her father; one hand clutching the foam beneath, the other hanging freely towards the table. A glass of water stood still there and his eyes were closed as his face directed to the TV She was horrified, closed her ears as if to scream, but sooner realized that voice was too low to shrill, and she panicked until she had fallen herself to the wall and glided down thrusting her head into her knees. She cried.

The white cotton veil was held tight as the priest sighed to the other side. "Nikhil" his mother called him, and he sounded stunned, as if woken from sleep, startled as he stretched his legs. He peeped over the veil, and their eyes met again. Much like the first time in the training class, they still blushed in their marriage even after a score of months.A fortnight later, they moved into this old flat in the thirteenth floor of the apartment. High above the busy secretariat road, with a view of half the skyline of the city ahead, and leaking taps and clinging lime frames, her home was just one among a million of such nests.

After both of them left to the office on a boring weekday, all her father would do is sit on the couch, and crouch towards the newspaper reading it through the magnifier.  Seldom did he talk. He used to eat his food and sit in the corner of the sofa watching the television or newspaper, or sleeping half seated, or listening to the office stories of his daughter. Everything was normal till today. And today, he is dead. She sobbed endlessly as her husband tried to pat her back and make her comforted.

Blood still dripped in large collecting drops slowly onto the floor mat which was no more being cared. The ambulance, funeral van, and the luxurious cars of a few relation-caring friends and relatives came over as the funeral went on.

"You are not letting me be romantic. He is seeing us forever. That can't stop us." "We spend on him more than his entire pension" "all that land near the airport shall belong to your younger brother"; she heard the voice in her quite ears as she sobbed.

"Nikhil" she called him in a tone over tuned by emotions. He turned back to see his wife hardly controlling herself. He ran back to her and she led him into a room. As the door closed, she asserted "you killed my father." "Yes. You see it. I've asked you a thousand times to keep him away. Our privacy, our money, our time, everything he snatched off from us. Yet no, I didn't kill him. I scolded him. I taunted him. As soon as in the morning you left, we had a fight over words. He panicked and tensed as he called your brother home. I left in fury then. Yet I knew, deep inside my heart, deep inside his eyes, he will die today."

(To be continued...)

Marriage of the ends

The sun set the brown warm, the sky was clear and blue.
In every garden and every farm, the leaves bloomed anew.
The clouds drifted slow and calm, but never the gloom grew.
The wind gathered strength in storm, as the night drew.

The silent winds sang the lull, as the stems swayed.
Not a heart was left dull, as they bowed and prayed.
The scent of mud in the rain, blessed the air divine.
All the music went in vain, as the trees did whine.

Drop by drop in queues askew, came the waters from the white.
The buds danced in the dew, enjoying the joyous night.
The hearts drenched in joy and love, of those who had a sight.
Free and high like a dove, they flew in the starlight.

Thus did the cool rain of spring, marry the warm dark day.
The bells of rustling leaves did ring, in the gong of concrete hay.
Adding life to cold old air, a rain did come and go.
Into heavens scattered yet fair, did go the friend and foe.

Unparalleled love

On a sunny morning day, the sky was clear blue.
In gardens did roses sway,and leaves danced in sheer dew.
A guy walked on the grass, kind and strong and handsome.
Her eyes gleamed like glass, to waken the roses did she hum.

Time stopped as it knew it must, and in silence were words heard,
For long years of care and trust, their love needed no word.
As his dark eyes looked at her, deep and sharp like a dart,
So they guessed made they were, in a forge of craft and art,

She felt around a building bliss, as none but he seemed near,
And in a vow did they kiss, to the bells did sea and sky hear.
The lightened roses bloomed to know, that they shall never part.
They said to father 'yes' and to fear 'no', a new married life did start.

Then it happened again, in a moment in a parallel universe,
that marriage of love rain, without either hymn or verse.
Neither of them knew that, nor would have you or me,
if not in Sir Einstein's hut, was a mind bold and free.

CONCEPT: VIVEK