Numb

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Why do not my words reach to you? Actions have been depicting the same for a long time. Still I ponder on the why of miscommunication. Every time I try to react to the irrational questions, I feel like I should adopt silence. It is empty inside. The dark place is numb. Only the song of ‘Linkin Park’ rings in my head and I get lost in its lyrics which defines me.

I want to scream though, out loud where my voice at least reverberates the truth that I am alive. Loosen those tightly pursed lips with words which will be hard to digest but I know, they will not hold any meaning as I have been tagged mentally disturbed.


Are words or actions so difficult to decipher that we easily call a person mentally disturbed? Some people prefer not to speak. They want to be understood. The some who do, will weave a different story. Till then enjoy the song. (Link of the Song in the Text)

by
Kritika

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‘Please Tea’ said Me

Me: “Stay for some more minutes before parting away. My love for you is till the last drop…”
Tea: Oh, poetess. I enjoy being your muse but I cannot stay. As you are aware.
Me: “Why? Why do you leave me sooner than my thought?”
Tea: Because I am happening till the time I am hot. And you drink me sooner than one can expect.
Me: “You know I was thinking about dressing our togetherness in words.”
Tea: You are meant to make anything to be your muse. I know not how words even like you.
Me: “Hey, this is rude. Words like me this is why I enjoying undressing thoughts.”
Tea: Better ask words if they do. I do not think they even come to you at times.
Me: “Ah, yes. I experience writers block every week. Adding to it the pandemic…”
Tea: Not the pandemic again. It is an excuse. Go take a bath at least.
Me: “I am not leaving you.”
Tea: What is left of me for you to stay?
Me: “The last drop.”
Tea: The one to whom you are conversing is now sticking to the cup. First it was coffee, then me and your poetry.

My last conversation with Ginger Tea and I went to bath after this. Thinking of shifting to green tea for some months. She will surely like to be my muse, I assume.

by
Kritika

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Surprise

The water splash was a tight slap to my unstoppable tears. While wiping my face, it slapped me again and soaked me completely in its coolness. The transition of the road to sea left me aghast. Rubbed my eyes thrice but it was still present. Nipped the upper arm to check the reality. ‘Where am I?’ was the question my mind and heart together vociferated and a knock on my shoulder assuaged the sudden fear.

I reminisced the moment when my mouth spoke the opposite of my eyes which bravely faced that of the most handsome man. The same affectionate eyes present at the very scene were looking at me with the same love, weakening my knees but something was strange in his appearance which was confirmed by my looking down his waist. ‘Where are your legs?’ I asked to which he grabbed my hand and said, ‘Lets go home.’ Surprisingly mine too were the same as I toppled on the sand.

‘What the hell is wrong with us? Where are we? What is going on? Would you say something?’ I squawked but he ignored and lifted me up and we dived into the sea.

Chapter 1
Micro Series: Thaumaturgy of Time (Link to Chapter 0)

By
Kritika

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Copying of the content and image is not permissible. The writers put in their souls in writing a piece of literature. A prior permission of the author of the blog is mandatory before using the content or the image (which has been created by the author of the blog).