Parchment Tales - Part III

 This page is dedicated to all the short little stories that can be expressed in a few lines or at most a paragraph. For all such thoughts ma we live long and prosper. This is Part -III of the tales. Part four is being published when more of these tales are written. Please do share if you like something but with credits.

What is love? 

If love was just an emotion

Then the Taj Mahal should’ve vanished in an instant

If love was just an expression

Romeo and Juliet’s story shouldn’t be considered a tragedy

If love was just an impression

Then Calcutta should be only city with a Theresa statue

If love was just a reaction

Then there shouldn’t be so many soldiers who head home in coffins

If love was just a feeling

Then why does a year in it and a second without it feel the same

 Evolution of the Wish

As humans, as we grow older we want different things, we wish for diverse entities. As children we wished for chocolates and we dreamed that we would become astronauts or pilots when we grew up. We wished for the sky and its stars.
A little older and we wished for whatever the coolest things available were.
Growing up somewhere along the way we accepted that our childhood dreams were in fact childish and maybe unrealistic in execution.
It is then that we obtained new dreams, new hopes and new friends.
In all our journeys we forever search for the constant that defines us and once we find it we hope we stay content.
Truly heartbreaking however is if we lose that constant, be it by choice or prejudice. How we handle such a loss and how we deal with it defines us, changes us. Recovering from it might not ever be possible and we truly never heal but the certain fact is that, that incident changes our reality. How we adjust to our new reality, to reach our dreams is what defines and makes us.

And through this entire path if someone ever points out to all your flaws, then tell them this

“Love, no diamond ever formed through millions of years of heat and pressure, ever came our flawless. The only flawless ones are the ones that are truly artificial” 

Tribute to a Freedom Fighter:

The man standing with a noose around his neck has a serene smile playing on his lips.

The reporter from across the yard dares shout "  Was it all worth it? is it worth dying at 23?"

He beams and replies " To die for what i love? and that too at my age? I lived for my country, fought for her freedom and now will die for it. Absolutely and if i could i would beg god to give me a thousand lives to live a thousand times over so that i may live a life in service to my mother and if needed die for her in her arms.

The lever was pulled and a life was taken but his words on the headline the next day  created anew a revolution and inspired a thousand new patriots

**The above is in tribute Ram Prasad Bismil, an Indian freedom fighter who when asked if it was worth dying for the motherland replies that " he like to live a thousand lives a thousand times over just so that he could die in service to his motherland***

Parchment Tales - Part II

This page is dedicated to all the short little stories that can be expressed in a few lines or at most a paragraph. For all such thoughts ma we live long and prosper. This is Part -II of the tales. Part three is being published shortly. Please do share if you like something but with credits.

A Lighthouse's Sorrow 

Every ship heading to shore looks out,

For that one beam of light to guide it home.

For without it he is naught but a wreck

But remember it takes courage and will.

To be willing to stand along in the perilous sea.

To be the light to guide everyone home

While being alone so that others may rest and watch their kids grow

 Broken Vows 

Good bye were the words used to break the vow we had taken

But love,

A few of us mean each of the promises me speak,

Fighting every obstruction because we intend to keep

Against the flow no matter how big the leak

But I now think I was mistaken

In the simulators that I thought we had awoken

Guess it was time to get my heart torn asunder

For being naïve and making this blunder

 A Warrior's love 

Men ran and hearts broke whenever he swung his sword

But inside his house with his love

Only longing eyes and loving hands interacted

As they shared the burden of keeping their love together

Using those skilled hand to help her prepare their supper

Working the kitchen they just complimented each other

Eternity itself commented that it couldn’t find anyone better for each other

 Broken Hearted Secret

What is the secret behind such good stories asked the reporter

“Love” he answered.

So who is the lucky lady? Was the followup

“Was, not is “ was his barely audible reply

A Wandering Seeker

We are all wanderers, searching for the one thing,
A place where our thoughts lie broken,
But in you every magic awoken.

To some,

We look for it in people, others look for it in the far flung corners of this globe.

For at that place every random thought is bliss,
And with that person every foolish act missed.

Only the luckiest of us ever find this place easy.

For each our we have our battles to win to end up in the place because here it is
“Victory or Coward’s hell”

The world now is full of people seeking, maybe its time for a few seekers to even seek to help others in reaching their goals.

Maybe through such seekers happiness just might have a better chance in the world.

Broken Hearted Bravery 

Only the bravest of us still show our backs to the one’s who’ve betrayed us.

We understand the staying ahead with our backs to them is a proposition much better than going back to cross swords with someone behind us.

Leading is always a better choice , but the wounds of past ghouls always shall haunt our souls helping us grow and keep moving further step by step

True Defeat 

Do you know when you’ve truly lost?

When all your words stop having an affect.

When you feel like the world no longer wants to hear your story.

What you fill the pages with all you can write
                                  but

Those letters and word’s never reach your world

Then you have truly lost because even you pen no longer has a reason to exist.

What the heart wants 

You could be someone who drives the whole world insane but all we want for this life and in the next is
“The one person who can drive us insane while maintaining their own sanity” for that is what is truly precious to us in the whole wide world

Parchment Tales - Part I

This page is dedicated to all the short little stories that can be expressed in a few lines or at most a paragraph. For all such thoughts ma we live long and prosper. This is Part -I of the tales. Part two is being published shortly. Please do share if you like something but with credits.

 Travelers Lament

They say travel makes us grow and learn new things . As much as that is true , it also makes us yearn for the things that were . When you see a thousand year old fort standing strong even after the infinite ravages of time and after facing the savages of the invading hoarded, you wonder. You wonder why is it that objects we build last a thousand years but the love we build doesn’t even survive a lifetime. Just as Optimus sends his message among the stars, this message I send to one I loved and lost. All us joy yet lost. I would still love to build a lifetime with you. Forgive this selfish but repentant man and give him another chance. Lest he lose his mind and heart to a love he could never have

A Little Girls Question

A little girl once asked her father, a pilot who was fond of trekking .

Why? Why do u do it? You run out of breath quite a lot you get hurt whenever you slip and left with quite a bit of pain for a few days after. Why even do it. The view from your’ cockpit must be much much better.

The pilot smiles and replies, but my love you forgot the most important thing of all.

What?

That I conquered a mountain with patience and persistence. And you and I  can both be proud that even a mountain could stop your father

A Revolutionaries Response

The man standing with a noose around his neck had a serene smile playing on his lips.

The reporter across the yard shouts “Was it all worth it? Is it worth dying at 23?

He beams and says “To die for what I love? And that too at my age? I lived for my country , her freedom and am dying for her. Absolutely and if I could I would beg god to give me a thousand loves to live the same life a thousand times over so that I may live in service if my mother and if needed die for her in her arms.”

The lever was pulled and a life was taken but the words on paper the next day created a hundred new revolutionaries and inspired a thousand new patriots.

  Ghost Ship

A ghost ship they call it naught a reason.

Those meant to guide and care are present not.

Destined to drift to every whim of the ocean turbulent

Never to rest but toss about, from wave to wave rolling under the mast

To crash upon an unknown shore or drown in a watery shoal

Only death awaits the ghostly ship, just like a heart abandoned by, for those it lives

  Icarus and Ulleyses

 My love

Chasing the sun across the emerald sea

Is a dream for us and for many

But make remember that

Icarus burnt his wings getting too close and

Ulysses had to endure mortal agony just to live through one small sea

 Octogenarian Wisdom 

I love her with all my heart, but I now don’t know what to do said the twenty and three year old

But my son isn’t that all you need asked the octogenarian grandfather

Looking at his grandson’s face he continued

 A Promise of Nothings 

Let’s go hunting my love he said holding her close

But what for ? We have everything we need she asked

For everything and nothing

For the nothings that I can promise you and the everything I can give you he replied pulling her close

A Hearts Lament

This interview was just going to be another one in a long line of interviews he had given and was yet to give.  He noted with sarcasm that once he had become famous people wanted to know about him, everything and anything and before they never cared about who he was. He reminded himself that if he tried selling his books as a roadside vendor in the markets of the city no one would even look at him twice but if he walked into a fancy bookstore they would throng him and hardy give him room for breathing. He walked onto the stage smiling as was expected of him. To his surprise it wasn’t just one person who was sitting there but 5 people. He kept his calm and sat down in the chair left empty for him and raised an eyebrow. The host he knew simply smiled. He surveyed the people arrayed before him, two gentlemen and 3 ladies including the lady who was originally supposed to interview him. The  show began and the host began by explaining that to make this interesting for both the audience and for him they had introduced the 4 fans into the show. These fans would be the ones who would interview him and that the host would just play the role of a moderator. This was going to be interesting he thought. As the fans began he answered them as enthusiastically as he could and as coolly as possible. They started with his basic background and worked their way up. Most of the questions were ones for which the answers were already well known, but he still answered them patiently and perfectly. All was going well and nothing was out of place until one of the men started asking awkward questions. Questions about why he picked a story of heartbreak to write, why he felt that his book deserved no happy ending. He was used to the first question a lot but his explanation was a standard defence that there was more sadness in the current world than happiness. Then the real trouble started when one of the ladies asked way he felt that sadness was what defined us and not happiness, why there was more sadness in the world than happiness. He replied with a small story “ Consider this, you have a boyfriend, you loved him a lot and he loved you  too came a point wherein he unable to do anything else unfortunately took hiss frustration out on you. You get angry that this is not the first time and that he has crossed a limit this time. You however are unforgiving, he knows it’s his fault but you still refuse to forgive him. Why?? Do you hate him now just for a mistake? Where has all the love you shared gone off to? I personally believed that love was and is the strongest force in the world. That being said, what world is ours when love cannot survive because one of the partners might be broken. Love is supposed to cut through everything, someone might get angry sometime but doesn’t mean they mean you harm or wish to hurt you, they after all are your beloved and they would still defend you just as hard and fight for you just as long. In a world where the strongest force cannot be strong what else is left but sadness. It is love that gives us our happiness and without it what else do we have but sadness?”. That little story left everyone shocked and dumbstruck. It was a while before someone spoke and the next one left even him surprised. The lady who was quiet for a lot of while asked her first question. Do you believe, really believe that love is the strongest force?” He replied in the affirmative and then she popped a question that made  many a jaws drop. “if love is the strongest then I love you and will you marry me?” He was amused at the proposal itself but he kept quiet and calm and said “I’m sorry but I cannot.” The audience released its collective breath as the girl looked possibly distressed. He said I’ll explain and I shall explain only once once I’m done I shall leave but I am doing this so that you and any others can understand why I cannot. Long ago I loved a lady. She was bright beautiful elegant and very very kind. I loved her and she loved me. Everything I told you in the above example happened to us. After that I always blamed myself for what I had done. How with my actions I turned the person I loved the most and the person who had loved me the most into total strangers. It took a toll on both of us and finally I was left heartbroken and she was left feeling betrayed. I tried and tried to get her back. I took the pain out on my body, I fought against myself and finally I realized I hated myself for what I had done but I still loved her every bit as much as I had loved her ever. I decided that since the heart was gone anyway its better it be lost on one person. I have loved her, I still love her and will love her. However since she shall not have me and since I caused her too much pain I decided that she can live so that she remains happy and she remains as she wishes and I shall always love her irrespective of whether she loves me or not so that in the end love can at least remain in one of our hearts. That pain and burden are all mine to bear and I shall bear them as long as I can but I cannot in my full level of conscious agree to do that to another lady and be a cause of even greater misfortune SO until I die I have made my bed and I shall sleep in it. Good Bye”