After a long dry spell of not posting anything for a long time because of my boards, I’m back!! I wrote his way back in January but never got the time to post it.
It’s already 3:00 AM, and once again, my sleep is a few hours late, arriving very early, in the coldest January night in a place like India. But then again, time is a raging sea of randomness.
All this time, there is a certain sound that has distracted me. You can relate it to so many other sounds, but can never quite put your finger on it.
The sound is like water from a tap falling on a cement floor, only way crispier, say like a rough metallic object being dragged on a road or an equally rough surface, or maybe a miniature Ferris wheel with rusty joints. So many analogies, none precise enough.
It’s only natural for a bored mind, waiting to board the train to Sleeping Town from Insomnia City to observe such noises. The sound is intriguing as to what it really is, but as to why it is all the more engrossing.
Maybe the incessantly barking dog knows something about it, or the dear neighbourhood ghost has found a way to keep us all awake. Maybe it is just the one-eyed gardener mowing his lawn or my train finally arriving like it has been for the past few hours.
Given the curiosity of my mind, I would remove the protection of my blanket and walk up to my window, pull the curtains aside and peer into the darkness. But, my laziness forbids me to do so, leaving this sound a mystery for another night.
Wrote this last year in March. Inspired by Van Gogh’s Starry Night(even i don’t see the connection between the two!)
Covering the world in a blanket of darkness,
Not a source of light for miles,
Except the illumination of the stars.
A Place of gathering,
For the forces of evil,
For the creatures of darkness,
For the execution of misdeeds.
You can never know what the darkness has in store for you.
You can never be too sure of what awaits you at the next corner.
You can never be too sure whether you live to see the rising sun,
Or whether this cold darkness becomes your grave.
So very discouraging,
So very cruel,
Piercing a man’s fate,
Destroying a man’s hope.
For even the mightiest have lost their will to the cruelty of the night,
For the smartest have been deceived by the deception of the darkness.
The cruelty of the night is such that,
Our shadow leaves us alno.
An embodiment of pure darkness.
How dark the night may be,
It is always the darkest before dawn,
And with every dawn comes a new day,
And with every day comes a new hope,
Comes a chance to bud anew,
Starts another day of our beautiful LIFE!!!!
The first story i ever wrote! Wrote this in July 2010 so its a bit kiddish. As far as i remember, this idea was inspired by some weird movie i watched at that time.
It was a dark and lonely night, right here in New York City. It was a dark winter night, however, as there always is one, to add to the misery of the people and the darkness, New York City faced a power cut, a complete blackout. No light to be seen for miles. Save for all the people texting or facbooking with their cell phones.
Somehow, this sort of a creepy environment has always given rise to a masked murderer or a supernatural force, whacky ghost to come out and kill people. And as usual, someone takes the challenge and manages to find a way to defeat the villain and save the town. By the morning. By which the power cut is gone. “Phoosh”, gone. I always feel there is a connection.
However, this time was different. This time, the mysterious attacks had already started. And the special forces said it was a supernatural force with the evidence provided. And like always, I trust them to be wrong.
This was going to be a lucky night for the murderer. A dark city, thousands of lives standing helplessly and a wild goose chase starting for the murderer. However, the night was lucky not the murderer or the people hunting him or the murderers to be targets.
Will the killer be caught? Will he strike again? When will we switch on our computers again?
This was going to be an eventful night, filled with mystery, chills and thrills for everyone involved in it.