Monthly Archives: February 2016

The Theft.

Sense.

My wacky Sixth-sense.

Waking me up in the middle of night.

 

Guns.

The roar of guns.

Clattering the ground like fiery fireworks!

 

Chaos.

The recklessness of chaos.

Shuddering and awakening my worst fears.

 

Time.

Yes, our old enemy – the time.

Gave me a blurry version of four past forty.

 

Neighbours.

Our sleepy little neighbours.

Isolating us to figure out the truth, by ourselves.

 

Guys.

Seven sturdy old guys.

Ransacking the houses in prototypes.

 

Wish.

A sudden unexpected wish.

To be some place else but here.

 

Eyes.

My black bespectacled eyes.

Searching furiously for any movement, from the guys.

 

Ears.

My small elf-ish ears.

Straining to hear the low volume announcements.

 

Support.

The enormous longing for support.

This huge gush of emotions to cling onto somebody!

 

Lights!

Those bright focus – lights!

Flooding the place with warm rays of hope.

 

Men.

Some good, brave men.

Saving our lives while endangering theirs!

 

Siege.

End of the three-hour siege.

Brought a relief and took me back to sleep.

 

– Suri

 

 

 

Missing You.

Why does a farewell always come with a grand celebration? Why are those bits of extreme happiness expressed, when the worst is only about to arrive? Why do people even have to be extra sweet while they are about to leave? I don’t know if it’s just a kind gesture, or a formality or the hiding of sorrows, but to me it feels like a plain slap on the face. Like, ‘Hey! Come back to reality! I’m leaving, you know?’ Great.

Of course, nobody knows when they are about to leave. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about the ‘I’m-going-to-die’ kind of ‘leave’. Only the ‘moving on’ stuff. Honestly, when I look back to it, it hurts if there was a sugary conversation involved in their last words. Like, they knew it all along that this day was about to arrive soon. I start to regret why I even befriended them in the first place! But regrets are fatal. So I turn it into resent. Yes, I hate you for not staying put. Yeah, I hold a grudge against you, so what? Does that make me a bad person now? Cool. That’s really what I had always wished to be! *sigh*

– Suri