"All prose and poetry presented in this blog bear no resemblance to any animate/inanimate beings. These are solely figments of my very scattered imagination (at most times).
Those who do feel a close connection to what is being depicted, need to stay out of my imagination then!
Happy reading!"

Friday, March 19, 2010


She took her time, she did. No matter how she saw it, her world had completely slipped from its axis. Nothing was in the right, right then.
All was fading...and she couldn't do anything about it.

Just as she was about to jump off the abyss, a voice called out to her.
"Where are you going my child?"

She swiveled back to find an old woman, leaning heavily on a cane. The woman's face was wrinkled, her lips were chapped, her skin all mouldy. But her eyes! Deep and sunken though they were, the moisture in them mirrored her anguish, her fear of the unknown.

The girl stood there, rooted to the spot. She willed the old woman to come to her.
But the old woman didn't budge.

Both stood, waiting and watching.
Finally, the girl took one step back, the old woman did the same.
She then took a step forward, the old woman did the same.

She took another step forward...and another...and another...

Finally, they both stood right in front of each other. The girl saw herself reflected in those dull and misty eyes.
The old woman finally spoke, "Let your sorrow go my child. Its not worth it. You have so much ahead of you. Don't let something like this sour your future. Let go of your sorrow. Let go of your anguish. Let go my child. Let go..."


1 comment:

Lackadaisical Loser said...

Not bad....I liked Bleak more though.