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Mom

Here’s how you read it.

Read it as you do from top to bottom,
But on your way from bottom to top; just read the highlighted words to finish the story.

For HIM, his wife said, all this luxury, all this means nothing, NOTHING, so I might as well have it all.
She didn’t sleep that night, she was worried about the amount she will get after the divorce.
He was sick, very sick, and she still rushed through the doors, not stopping, not even thinking once about him, he was the same guy who spent all his salary for just a stupid rock so that it would make HER happy.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he was then all covered in red.
His MOM was there, the very person he had abandoned for what he called his LOVE.
 

Insane

Insane

by Aditya Mankad 0 Comments

Has the madness crawled in again?
Made its home like fear or pain?
Does it feel foreign within walls,
And do those eyes follow you across the halls?
Does it feel like your feet are scorching,
And also feels like you’re drowning.
Do you stare at blank spaces for hours?
And feel the heat in cold showers?
Is the uneasiness eating you out,
And you cry inside but outside you still manage a pout!
Is each breath a pounding on the heart?
And do you feel like you’ve lost the race
right from the start?
Do you speak fast for you fear they won’t hear,
And you say you don’t care but you think more that you could bear?
Have you been trying too hard to fit in the puzzle,
Have you been waiting for that chance so that you could guzzle?
I know that feel,
I’ve been there too.
I know how it burns the heart out of you.
That feeling of being the same and yet not similar,
That feeling of badly wanting to be a part of life’s thriller.
You may try hard but will always fail,
Try not to hit the coffin’s last nail.
You fear that you’re different,
You fear that you’re not sane,
But you were meant to be beautiful, indifferent and insane.

The Cannibal

The Cannibal

Here’s how you read it.

Read it as you do from top to bottom,
But on your way from bottom to top; just read the highlighted words to finish the story.

I am the psychiatrist.
But I like to call myself the “Cannibal of Pain”
I help people solve the problems they think they have.
Hannibal the Merciful”
That is what they call me.
So this one day I got a call.
They don’t leave me alone” THE GHOSTS!; said the other end of the telephone.
I sipped it slowly; the coffee.
Then I waited for her as she set herself.
She was playing with her bloody red diamond ring as she shared her agony.
And I placed myself comfortably on sofa as she recited her morose tales.
I had created quite a reputation for myself.
“Don’t you worry!” I shall cure-all your pains. 
I was always fascinated. by the pains they shared.
It was wrong; I knew but it made me happy;
She stared as I felt her.

But then it was only a stage.
I thought it would pass.
Little did I know that it was not
Their tales made me more happy than anything could.
Money. Fame. Sex. Food.
Then one day came along a man!
In his 20s, caucasian, fleshy and gay.
He shared his tales and showed his wounds.
As he shared his suffering;
I felt exhilarated; excited.
I thought I was more than Flesh and bones.
So this is how it is to feel Invincible.
That is how it all started.
I dropped the curtain.
Yes, I am addicted to the pain and agony; Yes it makes me happy.
But I am the best option that you’ve got!; I said.
I am what I am.
I liked the taste of it.
Success. Victory. What(?)ever they call it.
But something;
Something changed.
Push of luck if I may say.
Days were changing.
Needs of man had outweighed morals.
Only things that newspapers read were “MURDERS, PAIN, HELP!”
That was the thing I needed!; Madness,Chaos, Fear.
More. Business.
I finally knew what I wanted.
I was GOD.

Choices

by Aditya Mankad 0 Comments

Life is but a matter of chance and choice,
It is about listening to that silent voice,
You can be a saint or a sinner,
A loser or a winner,
For in the end,
Ashes; we’ll all be,
So just do things that define you,
Don’t worry about being ordinary,
The truth is, as it has always been,
Ordinary things are a start to something extraordinary,
One cannot reach the horizon before jumping into the sea,
So hold on to what you have always believed in,
That’s your mission,
Hold on, it might vanish in a flick of an eye,
Hold on, for it’s the reason you live,
A reason to believe.

Midas’ Touch

Midas’ Touch

by Aditya Mankad 0 Comments

I knew you,
or I used to.
When I was young,
I used to look at the stars,
And fire and wonder,
How can something be so beautiful,
And yet so deadly.
And then I met you.
Everyone have secrets,
I have my mine.
But you had one as bloody as a wine.
I wondered how I felt what I feel,
How could you control me against my will?
And I wish that I wouldn’t have dared,
I wish that I wouldn’t have overcome that scare.
I thought you were smart and witty and bold,
Little did I knew that you were fool’s gold.
And as you layers began to draw,
Your naked self is what I saw.
And every little thing started to scare me,
Never knew how horrifying truth can be.
I thought you were my moon and my stars,
Little did I know that my share was of wounds and scars.
It reminds me of a story I heard,
A king who was mad in love beyond words.
And he followed his love not knowing it was something else,
Something that haunts you like dark dungeon cells.
And he never got rid of it,
No one does.
It follows you till it ends,
Or you end in it.
A dark incurable curse,
Like the cold winters,
Like the Devil’s Grudge,
Like the Midas’ touch.

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