*Her Nose-Pin*

Maybe it sparkled before my eyes for nothing, or maybe it wanted to create a barrier between the door to her mind and my presence-

Yes, her nose-pin.

It was screaming his name out loud in hazy terms, a language she had made me forget a thousand days ago...
That nose pin of his last name had pierced through her cells; the cells, my name could have never reached. 

But I was okay....almost.
Okay,
Nowhere but in the places- mostly visible.

So,
She stood there in front of me and spent no longer than it would take to take 3 long breaths. 

I smiled and said 2 or 3 words, she smiled back, so did her nose-pin and then she left.

However, the sparkling image of that tiny pin kept pricking me in a place protected within a strong cage.

I murmured behind her footsteps...." You're not wearing a nose pin, you're wearing him. He's your new soulmate. Don't know if your cells accept him as you do"


(Someone's nose-pin inspired me to write this piece from a man's perspective. In our culture a nose-pin symbolizes marriage)

Fyodor, the neighbour

Earlier that night, despite having a tolerable weather, the chemicals in Fyodor's head began rushing like hurricane Katrina, being demonstrably powerful enough to explode out of his head when he received the call.
His voice was way too husky for his age. 24 to be more precise.

Throwing his phone on the bed, Fyodor strolled to the kitchen bearing a clear image of frothy milkshake in his mind. The night was too quiet for his neighbours to appreciate the wildly annoying noise of his blending machine.
His milkshake woke the people next door, and the people next to next door.
Mr. Lorenzo came howling at his door.
And Mrs. Smith came out of her house having her face covered in olive facepack and two frowning eyebrows.
Fyodor didn't mind inviting them in. As they entered, he offered them his freshly- prepared-milkshake-clouded-by-froth.
At first, they hesitated, but when Fyodor insisted them going beyond the limits of showing kindness, Mrs. Smith was the first one to finish her's. Mr. Lorenzo became the runner up.
And the first one to die.
Mrs. Smith joined him in the party of death soon.
Fyodor experienced in isolation that  his soul was saying farewell to his body leaving him cold and numb after watching them die.
How could they die so effortlessly? Thought Fyodor.....Not that he wasn't happy seeing them dead.
He was pleased.
His phone rang again, this time he didn't throw it on the bed. He kept it on the reading table which was being supported my books working as substitutes for legs.

He made it to the kitchen jumping over the corpses and poured himself a glass of milkshake, he walked to the washroom and pulled open the cabinet and let the particular bottle in his hand drop a couple of paracetamol tablets.
The tablets dissolved in the milkshake like magic.
He didn't die.
His headache did.

He chopped the dead bodies into pieces, burned them to ashes and buried the ashes in the garden.

When he went off to bed, he took the phone from the table and called back to someone

The man from the other side said,
"Well done!"

What did that man do to you?

"*He used to hit on my wife," he said.

Fyodor again asked  "Why did you want your wife dead, then?

The man replied "you're the angel of death but unfortunately she fell in lover with you".

Aircey heart
©July 2017



Knock knock

Knock knock, awake! knock knock , awake !
I still remember
Your name and number
I dare not forget

Your face haunts me to death
I crave your breath
In my mouth
Let me express

Wish we could hold each other's hands
(Once again)
And I could make you feel (that, remember)
Nothing in this world
Could make me happy-
(Happy, but you)
you were by my side
In the hour of my need,
You touched me
(In my heart)
Where I used to bleed
(Where I used to bleed)

Knock knock, awake! knock knock, awake!
I'm waiting for your smile
You lost it for a while
Now I'm back

I realized my faults and
The love I have is real
You have my words
The wounds are 'bout to heal

Please break me if you like
Scold me till I cry
I'm dying without you
I want to see you one more time
This time I will try
To hold on to you tight
Escape from this mad world
You're my safest place to hide.

Maybe I am late
Maybe you're not there
Maybe the doors are locked
And you do not care.

But listen to me please
I'm here to make things right
I'm not gonna give up
I promise you tonight.

Knock knock awake!

Spring in your arms

There's a new light
passing through my veins
Rejuvenating my cells
And my dormant desires.
I'm alive like an overflowing stream
I'm flying like a papillon
Fluttering my new wings against the wind
Here I am, dancing in my own skin
To the rhythm of every song that my heart sings.
swallowing the drops of spring light
With sparkling joy in my  bright eyes.
There's a new light
In me.
And you have the rain in your heart.
Together we make a rainbow
We color each other's world.

Poems

I just published "Candles" of my story "Haven't Decided Yet". http://my.w.tt/UiNb/N7t7R8ldKw

So Cold

I'm so cold
Freezing to deathMy hands go numbFeet feel like stones, so oldEyes urge to cryWeep sharp crystalsAnd I'm ready to dieI'm so confused in my head Fighting with my ownMy ears bleed to the voices I don't want to hear Softly I drownIn the ocean of silenceMy lights disappearInto the cave of darkness I fear....I'm so coldAlmost frozenReality pierces my beliefs.I'm done.Suffocating in my own skin Rotting inside my shellAirless I am, left with no breathTurned off the noisesI'm cold, wearyI suffocateI'm introduced to my sinsIn the forms of thornsPoked into the poresTill my bad saw its worstFinally I'm here
I'm cold, bleeding and dead

Aircey

 

Thorny pebbles
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Secrets are venomous to keep.
Lies, regretting.
You do have lots of pain, too deep
Lots of Hatreds.

Sorrowful, the black pebble beach
Mournful to see
Thorny winds blow, waves come for each
'Shhhh'... Says the sea.

You can't cry, not a single 'ah'
Pressing your lips
Secrets are sealed within that 'ah'
But your heart weeps.

Thorny pebbles