ScriBBles: oF DreAms & Th'OuGht's

They ask us never to speak of the devil; they say it’s cursed, the 666, but one ever returns to tell the tale of what happened to those who goad, for whose adrenaline crossed them the thin wall between valor and absurdity. Something such occurred a few years ago in the Steel town of Eastern India. Verdict of witnesses, if we were to believe, they say that in the midst of the rainy evening of 6th June 2006 (6.06.06), a total of 18 families saw what can never be truly explained by logic. The township was visited by a travelling circus, Royal Gem Circus. The shows in there were greatly appreciated by the town-dwellers and what was more interesting in the show was the joker that was never funny yet settled a remark upon everyone. The joker wore a black face with painted white eyes and wore prisoner’s gear. Rumor speaks that he was indeed a prisoner, a runaway, hiding under the shade of a prisoner joker, a double cover. The joker was spotted at the highest po...

Incidentally , a few years ago, across many districts….. With a high chest for holding my Dad’s phone and a grumpy face for have been forced to wear a servani, I strode the unknown lanes of my birth town. Sometimes getting lost but eventually finding my way back to the main green field, I felt a sense of pride to have been able to successfully explore the small mines-township (seemed so big then). Ten years ago a beautiful woman lived in this very town when her father had a desk job at the mines of. It was here a beautiful woman got married and it was here when a small boy’s cry echoed the hospital, the boy who now is narrating THIS tale. It was the first time I came to this town after leaving out at an early age of 3 months. Later on I couldn’t return, Grandpa retired and they moved in with Uncle in another town of the state. As I reached a particular house, about a kilometer away from the marriage house (I was here to attend the marriage of a far aunt who lik...

Pain it is from ignorance Someone in utter turbulence Tougher it turns when barriers sublime Or when duo hearts combine. Distance vision nay foresee Jealousy gives no mercy Wish could I quit conservation, Let thee free, no suppression. Sorry, Oh! Dear. Mistakes commited I bow by thy patience submitted Forgave all, portrayed smile, weep within Thee did all before, similar something Tried I much, nay could I succeed Thy are garlanded high status indeed Never would I match your height Wish you understand dear,and not fight. Things that I wanted to convey Is that never would I be able to give away You gifts, flowers, chocolates or what you lure Just yield thy feet my loyalty pure. --------- written on 23.09.12