Chapter 2-What Love Means

                Not many days had passed since the ‘big-row’ as everyone in the vicinity seemed to term the telling off between Agron and Alaina. It did the least to bother both the people in question though. Agron as it were was the most unsocial, sorry, sorry, that should be antisocial person you could come across and Alaina gave little to what people thought about her. Studying journalism had been one of the most rebellious decisions the usually accommodating young lady had taken, no wonder her family had near abandoned her when she had decided to join as a columnist trainee under Agron. The sarcastic bastard was not known to take many trainees and hence Alaina was no fool to let go of such an opportunity. No one had more knowledge than that Vesuvius if you could overlook its irruptions at times and also if you could control your defections due to his oh so entrancing voice in her case.

Chapter 1- Voice

                “Listen to me and listen to me very carefully; I respect you, fine, but her insolence I will not tolerate. There is a limit to everything! How in the wide world can someone actually criticize a language in a language forum? You are the administrator, you control the literary portion of the forum, make sure there are no such idiotic blogs anymore, because if there are, this time I was very accommodating trust me; the next time she wouldn’t like what she would hear!” brown spectacled eyes flashed with fire as acid churned out effortlessly from the lucid lips; the long hair even seemed to have gained an electric spark of their own. Alaina was a character; you had to give her that. Sharp, biting and definitely cutting when it suited her. Else, a petite, caring damsel; sometimes people round her got really confused which was the real personality.

Prologue

Shredded Inspiration

Eyes closed, a deep breath taken in;
Do you see the image there? Do you know the image there?
The inspiration, the face to all the words,
The fountain of nectar that washes over the ears flowing down the whole system,
A light wind blows off the little strands accumulated near the ear,
Slowly, reluctantly, the eyes have to be shredded away from their inspiration,

Love or Hate?

In today’s modern world, break-up is not a big issue,

There are all kinds of break-ups these days,

Sentimental ones, over sentimental ones, mental ones even;

No, no please don’t laugh I am sure you can remember at least one such friend,

Or maybe was it your break-up, but people do run from these, and they run really fast;

Anyways, the topic of conversation here is not actually break-ups today…

I wanted to tell you about a strange break-up, or was it really break up?

A Life Story

I had once loved a boy, loved him dearly,

So much so that it was blind, blind to everything,

Everything around…what he did, what people said,

What were his intensions…I trusted, trusted with all I had…..

One day, he asked me to go out with him,

Go out secretly; he said it was a surprise…..

 Yeah it was indeed a surprise, a surprise that made me see,

Opened my eyes to the reality, away from my dreams…..

And you know where my eyes opened? In a brothel,

Yes that’s right, in what people call a brothel, my eyes opened,

Opened to the reality of my dreams, opened to the warnings,

Warnings so many well-wishers had given me, only I was blind then…..

When I opened my eyes both literally and symbolically,

He smiled down at me, the same angels’ smile I had,

Had always fancied, died for now mocked down at me…..

I was lying there, with a sold tag on me, yeah sold,

Sold for may be a few lacks, to the owner of the brothel,

Well I should call him my owner too though…..

That was the beginning of the nightmare, many more,

Yes, many, many more were due to come…may be I had called,

Called for all this; I had been a trusting, loving girl,

A girl who had dared to dream, dared to think that she could,

Could have respect, love, affection…all the warning,

All the well-intended words of advice, all ignored in a zest…..

A Step and Another

A step and another and yet another,

A deep breath, a look up to the luminescent heavens burning brightly;

Oh a bit too brightly to be of any ease…

The desert has been stretching out for days now, months or years even;

Time, here has little importance, it flies…so, it flies…

Sand dunes never change, the all purging heat doesn’t change,

The ever present thirst doesn’t change;

Every time an oasis appears, it’s just a play of the lights, a play of the burning heavens;

Puff!! Everything goes up in the smoke that rises from the heated earth…

Divine but forbidden

The beautiful glow of the holy full moon makes the sky so beautiful doesn't it?
A night sky with a full moon….it’s like the sweet meeting of two love birds
Innumerable stars a mute witness to their celestial love, a forbidden yet divine love story…
But are all love stories meant to be?
As night ends, the radiant sun who had by a loan of its immeasurable brilliance brightened the night…

Dream

Today after several sleepless nights, I had cuddled up into the lap of my mother;

Sleep came almost instantly in that all shaded paradise…

Suddenly I found myself in a dream; the strangest part was I knew I was in a dream;

There was a concrete reason for understanding this though;

Actually the circumstances I found myself in were not only impossible but also unrealistic

I was in some kind of a ferry; knowing it was a dream, the borders of vision were clouded;

My father who seemed to have accompanied me strangely sat at a distance, quite aloof;

I stepped on boar and rounded the corner to take a seat and at was rooted to the spot!

There sat in the ever calm aesthetic demeanor the very person who haunted me every living moment…

Calm as always, collected as always…sated…as always…

Shredded Inspiration

Eyes closed, a deep breath taken in;

Do you see the image there? Do you know the image there?

The inspiration, the face to all the words,

The fountain of nectar that washes over the ears flowing down the whole system,

A light wind blows off the little strands accumulated near the ear,

Slowly, reluctantly, the eyes have to be shredded away from their inspiration,

The ears scream for the liquefied moon,

I will Wait

Leaving are you? Fine I will wait...
I was missing you so much today...but I knew chances of talking to you were bleak
Suddenly though you contacted me yourself, imagine my surprise! You were making time for me?
I hoped against hope that this was not the fairy tale dream it seemed to me
I couldn't find the courage to believe in this truth, accept it....what if it were a dream?
Would I be able to tolerate the shock? Would I be able to accept the disappointment?
I stopped my thought forcefully right there, let whatever's meant to happen, happen; I will think then

Gone

Years of grumbling, years of solitude, years of forced seclusion…

All of it suddenly blasted the idiotic mind off its already disjoint placing;

Are we really so daft that we refuse to see whats actually staring at us in the face?

Do our eyes betray us? Do we observe so less? Or are we plain condemnatory?

Something that might actually have made the heart race in those days,

Today, it is plain irritating, irrational, impossible...

How fast we do age, at least our mind does; dissolving all emotions logic rules;

Definition of Life

Life is high, life is low, it’s just a game, let it flow…
The yearning for death is day and night and has been there for years now,
After all, it is the ultimate destination of life right? The ultimate close?
Strange the way life buds, a single cell to multiple ones, then a complete being,
And suddenly at some unknown, unseen click, just like that the heart starts beating;
Lub dub, lub dub, it goes from that moment inside our dearest mothers womb,

THE RED ROSE

We are not destined to be together; not any more,
That’s what he said as he said goodbye,
A pathetic excuse if there was one to say goodbye for ever…..
He had brought a little last gift for me, as a token of memories,
A globe with two dancing figures;
He gave his last gift, and walked away; away from me, from my life…..
It was actually something we had planned years a

WHAT IF YOU WERE ME?

We first met on a social site, and grew to be friends,
As we were getting closer, he asked me one day,
Why don’t you upload a picture from the front? All are from the left…
I laughed and said why? Do you think the right side looks different?
He laughed too, period;
Days turned to months and we grew closer by the day…..

Trust

Why do we trust? Why is it that trust is always broken?
Shattered to a thousand pieces,
But still my heart yearns to trust again,
To give another try, another..another..How many times?
I try to forget that word but it just creeps in
A slow steady process, that goes on.
When will this stop? When will I no longer have the ability?
A little more into time may be,

Wave After Wave

Wave after wave come and strike the rock,
The cliff wavers, chunks of rock being broken,
Broken away with every new attack every new wave…
Withering, growing smaller and smaller and smaller,
Smaller with every chunk that is conked out,
Conked out as every wave strikes every time…..
Life is quite the same, waves come here too,
But not as the cold water, but like the burning smoldering,
Smoldering lava…in the form of the sorrows…

The Shadow

I have left the shore…wondered into the deep,
Deep chasms of the ocean…
The previous shore, the previous life is like a dream now,
A void, hazy with fading memory, with every passing moment…
But the shadow is something that is following me,
The deep dark shadows of the past that never leave…..
The new shore that I see, seems so inviting, beautiful,
But whenever I go near, whenever I try to reach out,
The shadows swarm up like waves crashing on a shore,
Like a storm raging…reminding me, reminding me every time,
Of the deep dark past, of how that was luring too,
How the past too was waiting for my return, how it was not past yet…..
I try to ignore and go on in my own way on my own,
Alone, away from all who can give me company,
Company and comfort, for it is not what I seek,
It’s what I am running from,
I want to be lonely, alone…

How Hard

As I entered the college gate, I saw them staring,
Them would mean him and a few of his friends; that was a routine,
Every day as I would come, they would stare,
At first it was pretty irritating, now I have got used to it;
Used to their staring, and well I should too,
It’s been three years, three years of the same routine…..
Today though, their stare was a bit different, a bit scary…
They were all drunk…
Almost all boys of the college were drunk today;
Given today was the last day of college and it was nothing unusual…
The looks though continued to blog me
But well, I ignored them; I knew these boys; my fathers students,
Well, they were his students, some years back at least……
As far as I remember my fathers’ story,
They were the ones, whom my father had beaten up once,
Quite badly actually, they were a troublesome cue after-all;
So all I did was ignore them; ignore for all three years…
Three years of college…
But they did not look this…scary usually…
Not this scary…

Welcome

The pair of us, Inferno and myself are here to take you through a joy ride of emotions, conflicts, discriminations, labels, fights, laughs, smiles, tears and much much more…Simply speaking, an inferno salvo of humanity is here for you.Didn’t get me? check out the meanings of our names…Welcome aboard everyone who cares to take a few minutes off your busy schedule every day and give yourself a break, everyone who cares to pay that penny of time to his/her thoughts..
 
Welcome and enjoy…
 
Yours,
 
Inferno & Salvo