Category: Short Story (page 2 of 3)

Lost and Found,The Cold (short story)

Prompted#9

The warmth of the flame was a far-flung luxury
she felt cold even near the fireplace
she felt homeless in a mansion she owned
cold and broken her home
callous her reason to live
…her soulmate…
and was blind to her love and her need to be loved…

in the middle of the desolated Tundra that had become this home…
was the room where they had in the not so distant past
spent many delightful evenings playing chess
and watched the rain slide down the clear glass windows
and the magnificent sunsets
wrapped in each other’s arms and at uttermost peace…
the same room where he was captivated by her charm and womanly pride
when he first laid eyes on her…
that room was where now her despair breathed…
she wondered what was the cause
what had happened that everything changed and so fast…
she was slowly becoming the face of hopelessness and insanity
driving herself mad around the questions
…around the house
…in search of answers and warmth…
…in the famine of those…
she was losing herself
…her will to live …

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I was prompted by my dear friend Sumyanna and this is what I came up with.I hope you like.Have a nice time.

Lost and Found,Question and Answer (short story,poem)

q&a poem

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Lost and Found,In The Realm Of Dreams (short story,poem)

She fell in love with the sight of him three weeks ago on the last bus which she took home every Friday,today was Friday too,he seemed to board the same bus on a route that they had in common but they shared this bus only once a week,other days she went home much early,now of him she knew only his face,how he felt in her heart and his voice when she overheard him speaking on the phone and that was enough for her to fall in love for eternity or so she felt.

He on the other hand showed no interest or even smiled,maybe he was oblivious even to her existence,but with each Friday she felt she was falling harder,breathing harder to keep her body running,with the heart so heavy it was a task,she was practically dragging her heart behind her,pulling it leaving behind clusters of blood with all that dragging,
now she had to know how this will end,it was killing her to feel like this,she had to,had to,find out how it ends,she decided she’ll write about how she felt about him,let him know,speed the God damn process,know the end,get through it,get over it,she wanted him to know how she feels about him and wanted to discover how he does,about her,but in her heart of hearts she wanted his love all for herself,in her heart of hearts she believed it was most probable that he noticed her,she hoped at least her letter to him would make him see that her kind of love was the most special,she dreamed that letter would change everything,make him see her and she wrote with all her heart,with the passion she felt,she wrote hoping to win him,hoping to leave behind something that tugs at his heart….it read…

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Lost and Found,Enchanted (short story,poem)

Yes!! she thought she survived a Friday without surrendering,she was almost going to,the addiction that was he was right in front of her,singing his songs in this wretched bar where she’d go only for him,only to see him,his timing always fluctuated resulting in her fluctuating heart,only thing sure was that he’d show up to his weekly gig,he knew she was crazy about him,he knew well,she had once in an inebriated state confessed to him that she was in love with his oh so smooooth voice,she was crazy in love,only wanted to watch him sing and play,ofcourse that small world was crazy about him too,fighting for attention she always had to,but she knew he treated her special,looked at her differently,teased and played with her with his gaze,and she had no choice but to fall,his voice was honey,his lyrics stuff of dreams which he himself wrote,he was little older than her,wore a french beard,salt and pepper,black rimmed thin reading glasses,he looked absolutely gorgeous,he wore his age well,carried himself perfect,she always liked men older than her,who could make her submissive,tame her and tonight submission was on her mind, this Friday she came dressed to kill,with only one intention,of asking him out,a date of sorts,hopefully hoping with all hope that towards the end of that date he’d whisper her name in her ear and she’d just swoon in his arms,this she imagined the whole time she knew him from the first time she heard him even before looking at his face,his voice captured her heart,made her slave and surrender,sweet surrender is all she dreamed about.
The time did come,he arrived really late,sang while teasing her with his gaze and she was melting in that uncomfortable chair,she thought she’d ask him out today if she got a chance but she also wondered that if her fantasy became reality what would she look forward to,so she waited,thought to herself that she’d let the moment guide her,and guided she was,he was rather preoccupied and not to mention surrounded by a horde of women,she felt uncomfortable fighting for attention,she almost went up to him but couldn’t gather the courage and stormed out of the bar,she ran like she had never run before,as if running away from him,as if enjoying the rush it gave her,fighting her desire gave her a rush and ran she did till she got home and threw herself on her bed,closed eyes and thought about what a mess she was,but also very pleased with herself for not ending this affair by giving in,she was going to relish him more,savour this pain more before she gets to the bottom of the fantasy that was him,she did hate him like she could only hate him for putting her through this torment,but yay,she thought,she survived a Friday!!! and wrote a poem hoping to one day be able to read it to him,hoping one day he’ll sing the words from her write,the poem read how she felt…

Enchanted

I go through that over and over
I listen over and over
you are on my mind
you are all the time
smooth talker with a voice like silk
your kind I despise it’s your ilk
you just had to grab my hand
and I was in fantasy land
where you I get to hold
where I’m constantly told
in that hypnotising soulstirring voice
that you see tenderness and I had no choice
but to fall deeper into this hole
where I’ll be in the dark till you come hold
hold my hands which you said grabbed you with their tenderness
I need to feel your hands now need to feel your caress
need you to whisper till I am drained
of this longing of this pain
the longing the yearning
excruciating and is killing
take me high in love bring me down
hold my hand and let me drown
in the deep seas that are your eyes
I’m so sorry I’m helpless I have no choice
but to let my pain out
your name in the streets I shout out aloud
I’m hoping you’ll hear
hoping you’ll hold me like something dear
and as we both embrace
the world will forever be rid of darkness
I will know solace I will breathe easy
only when in my hands I’ll hold your face tenderly

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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Lost and Found,As Tangible As The Sky (shortstory,poem)

Under the starry sky they always met,a sky away from their home,it was a different country they met in but they both were from the same country,same city,their date today was like always,nothing really different,they walked,their dates always comprised walking,they both walked from one town to another,along the railway tracks,they’d go from one station to another,never reach the station or the platform,just separate from the train tracks when it reached a station,join those tracks right where the station ends,but they’d walk atleast four such stations and back along these local train tracks,it was a month now since their first date,except for the first two,all the dates were the same.
A few days ago his folks came to know through some other acquaintances that he was seeing this girl.They wouldn’t tolerate that,being orthodox and traditional they didn’t agree to dating before marriage,but he didn’t listen to them,he kept meeting her everyday inspite of his family against it,they’d roam the streets,they’d kiss for hours in the middle of streets that ran along those tracks,they’d stop and kiss,kiss for forever,madly deeply crazy in love,kiss as if they were speaking to each other through that,sometimes break into an impromptu silly dance,sing aloud,both terrible singers though,terrible was not the word,the dogs in the houses adjacent to the tracks would sometimes bark at their singing and they’d run from there,laughing like crazy,though his laughter was not loud,oh he was the soft spoken kind,sometimes she’d struggle to hear what he said,but her laughter like a monster,loud but like applying brakes to a car…laugh breathe laugh breathe…like hiccups maybe,so they were this young,crazy,free,stupid couple, so crazy in love that a minute apart they spent would feel like an eternity to them,she couldn’t let go of him,she loved to death,she hanged onto him as if she was hanging onto life.
That particular night though,she saw he was acting different,wouldn’t kiss,wouldn’t even hold hands,hands his hands she loved,she’d hold his hands and kiss his palms in intervals,from time to time,he had the smoothest like silk hands ever,though his palms had blisters and calluses from work his skin was smooth,not much hairy,very smooth,but that day he didn’t let her even hold his hands,she noticed and asked,he told her that he was leaving in a couple of days,going back home because his mother was not feeling well,it broke and sunk her heart,how she wished she could follow him but life came in between them,they were walking all along and were near a train station when he broke this news to her,she couldn’t even stand then,just dropped to the ground,he was the kind who would never cry but that day to see her there broke his heart,he cried but couldn’t be a lesser man in front of her,left her right there,she was praying to God,trying to make sense,begging the love of her life to not leave,but he was gone,after a while she gathered herself,came back to her senses,got up,looked around,under the light on the platform that was visible from the road,she saw his tall,strong presence,his fragrance still on her hands,it killed her to even realise that this could be the last time she saw him,his hands,those smooth hands,she still felt the warmth of his hands in hers,it all came back to her,those kisses,those songs,those hands,his voice,his smooth skin,his fragrant breath,his laughter,she always told him that a thousand flowers bloomed when he smiled,they did,atleast in her heart,she felt it,a thousand fragments of her heart bloomed and shut each time he smiled,it all came back and she had to stop him,she ran to the platform,still could see him there,she ran for her life,he was very much her life. This place was remote,trains arrived only once in an hour,so she assumed she had time,she ran,in a few moments she heard the platform bell ringing,the bell that signals the arrival of the train,her heart almost stopped,but she couldn’t stop running,by the time she reached the platform after purchasing the ticket the train had arrived,she ran,the doors were still open,she couldn’t see him on the platform,that only meant he was inside,she ran,was almost near the very first door of the long train,almost there,when the guard signalled for the doors to close and she saw her life just slip away from in front of her eyes,he was in the first compartment,near that same door,he stood up and pressed his face against the window and waved her bye,she was too shocked and shaken,she only stood there,watched him fade away into the darkness,her life into oblivion since then.
She spoke to him over the phone after he reached his home,to his mother,and he couldn’t tell her love you anymore,he was about to start a new journey with a new partner upon insistence from his entire clan and she was left all alone,she was fine with the distance,just wanted him to love,wanted his heart so bad that she had convinced herself that she’d love him till forever,from afar,out of reach but in love,she wanted him too to be in love but he couldn’t see the charm,he was way too pragmatic to be involved with somebody far away,she’d write to him,mail him,letter after letter,he still loved,didn’t mind reading but each time he read he was left feeling numb,he begged for her to get a hold of herself,find someone near,something tangible,she didn’t want anything to do with anybody,she had her heart,mind and soul fixed on him and she wouldn’t,couldn’t for the life of her, let go …
one of her mails from those hundred mails she wrote was in his mailbox in a desktop a thousand miles away from where it was sent,he couldn’t bring himself to read for he didn’t see the point of reading it and going numb,he was handling well the heartache and life,balancing quite well,till her mail which he chose not to read arrived,it read…

tangible is not what I want
I don’t want that I need you
I need your heart will make do with distance
even if you’re another’s my heart’s yours
why can’t you see the magic
whatever happened to old times
when love spanned oceans
when love was unconditional
didn’t even need touch
lovers waited for ages
committed themselves to each other
without ever promising meeting again
all they promised was love undying love unconditional love
times have changed yes
but the poems are the same
we still feel the same
when we read a Shakespeare’s sonnet
so what has changed it’s not like I can
switch off my love for you
or switch it on when I please
it doesn’t work that way
why is delusional bad why are dreams bad
why is us not good
I love you enough to wait forever
knowing well we’d maybe never even meet
I’ll make do with your dreams
you say emotions well emotions are always involved
whether it is for someone near or far
can’t you see how I love you I dig myself up scratch the wounds keep them fresh
to keep feelings for you fresh to not let us wither or die
if there is even an us
clenched is my heart by your gaze
your smile I dwell there
I am in the air you breathe
the ground under your feet
I adorn like trees the lanes in which you live
the corners where you turn
I’m in the mirrors of those buildings
looking at you but you look right through
I’m those bridges you take pictures of
I’m those weeds which you can’t get rid of
adamant don’t leave your back yard
no matter how much you try
I’m the smiles on the strangers who greet
spread on those papers you read
the rain that pours on you that is me my tears
the sun that shines on you my warm love for you
the clouds that you look at
my love enveloped in soft packages
I’m all around you the earth the air but
as tangible as the sky
as tangible as the sky

and the sky’s everywhere
everywhere

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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