This is the first story i ever wrote and so by extension the first Untitled ever. Written last July,i tried using In Media Res after playing Uncharted 2 too many times! Hope everyone enjoys it!

It was dark all around, no light present. There were no sounds, no voice, no nothing. It seemed as though a dead silence filled the area.

In time, the distinct sound of footsteps was heard from afar, finally breaking the shroud of silence. After some moments, the footsteps came to an end.
“And so you came”, said a husky, manly voice, coming from one end of the place, far from where the footsteps were first heard.
“Yes, yes I did. Did you have any doubts whether this moment would occur?” A voice came from where the footsteps were first heard.
“I can’t say no. I did have my fare share of doubts about your ability to reach here. But I have no doubts, that you will not go any further. This is where your journey ends,” said the husky voice, ending in a maniacal laugh.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” the second voice rose, and the sound of footsteps were heard again, only this time, they were faster.
“No you don’t,” said the first voice rather quickly, and successive gunshots were fired.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh……”, the second voice shouted in pain. And a loud thus was heard, as though something had fallen down.
“See, I told you,” the husky voice spoke again, this time with a hint of sarcasm. “I told you this was end of the road.”
“No, aaaahhhhh…,” the voice was in pain. “I shou ahhem, known,”he shouted, “that y,you would stoop, ahem, to this level. To kill me out of fea.”
“Bold words coming from a man who has been shot thrice, the first voice said, rudely cutting the second voice with the sheer flow of confidence and anger.
“What?” the second voice rose again in fear, and just then, another shot was fired, leaving a third hole in his body.
The distinct sound of footsteps was heard. Soon, it started to fade into the darkness, to the point they were heard no more. And once again, a dead silence covered the area, a silence so quiet, it was almost haunting.




Its been days,
No months
Since we last met.

I remember everything about you,
The way you felt so smooth,
Of how you were so round,
Always providing me with company,
Whenever I needed it.

We met so many years ago,
When you were in that shop,
As though waiting
For your someone.
Oh and how fate deals the cards.
Of two never known to each other
Became so important,
Of how my existence was made perfect only by you.

Even though we
Are not together,
After you died and left me shattered,
I will always remember you
My Love,
And you will always be better than a DVD,
Oh my Uncharted 2 Blu-Ray CD.

A poem inspired by Uncharted 2, my favorite game of all time and i believe the poem says it all.


Night In The Desrt


Written by me in December last year. I wrote it after a huge block where i could not pen down anything that made sense. This poem was inspired loads by Uncharted 3.

In that cold and silent night,
I looked at the stars above,
Showing me how helpless i was,
In this cold desert night.
I was lost,
In this mystical landscape,
As well as the labyrinth of my mind.
As i wandered around,
With my goal in mind,
I thought of where i was going.
The darkness offered me no help,
But neither did my mind.

My mind walked around in its own maze.
Scared of what the nest corner had in store,
Fearful of whether it would reach the end.
And what the mind does,
The body imitates.
And like my mind,
My body was walking around helplessly,
In this freezing desert night.
I was there with no warmth,
nothing to protect myself.

Funny how the desert changes its behaviour,
Warm in the day,
And as cold in the night,
But dangerous.
And as i crawled under a huge rock for shelter,
I got to thinking,
Is this how people are?
Warm and friendly
when I’m with them,
And cold and dangerous
when i walk away,
Changing their behaviour,
showing their true colours.

And as the rock provided minimal comfort,
My mind was in the labyrinth,
Going through another corner,
Taking another turn,
Whether it will leave the labyrinth or not.
And from under the rock i crawled,
And looked again at the stars.
Wondering why they kept on shining,
Was it to show me
how helpless i am in my time of trouble,
Or were they glowing to show me the way?
How it could mean so much.
Is this how my friends,
my shining stars were?
Laughing at me,
Showing me that I am helpless
In my time of need.

And my mind got distracted,
It gave these thoughts
more attention,
Than to its freedom.
Observing all these new thoughts,
It moved on.
And it could feel something,
Something like a ray of light.
And then it ran,
Ran ahead at full speed,
And then,suddenly,

And I crawled back,
Laughing at what i had observed.
LAughing at myself for where i was.
And as i came to my senses,
I couldn’t help but notice,
That in all of this,
The rock provided me shelter.
Shelter from the cold,
From the stars.
As this rock reminded me,
Of my family,
Of those few friends,
Who sheltered me,
When i had nowhere to go,
When i was helpless.
And as stopped thinking,
I once again laughed.
As this rock could mean so much.

And my mind
which was now at the end,
The End of the labyrinth,
Was once again fearful,
This time of what was outside,
Of what awaited it.
Like i was,
Of what was outside this rock.

And now at this point,
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Laugh so loudly,
That it broke the silence of the night.
And as the night grew colder,
My laugh grew weaker,
My eyes started to shut,
My mind stood frozen at the end,
And my body began to give in.
And as my laughter neared its end,
The desert once again subsided to empty