World at odds (WAO)

I am getting persuaded day by day, I should be serious about the alternate career. Things in India have improved considerably over the last few years. I too can be a writer. I have no detractors, so I am upbeat. Today, I got these two novels by some Indian dudes and let me tell you honestly after reading few pages I am convinced I am a better story teller. It is not the over confidence but my belief. Writing has been something I wanted to take up seriously from my school days. I did write some short stories in college days, but like always, I was the first not to take myself seriously.

I am done with reading Shantaram and it has really made me consider writing a best seller, all you need is to dish something for which people are nostalgic or had a fond memory. It is rare to find people of literary genius of Dickens or Tolstoy on today’s book shelf. Most of the authors are plane story tellers. Some of them are good to mesmerizes.

I am writing a blank as my signature to open the year 2010.

It was a window, with a broken glass,

It was winter, with lots of chilling cold,

I had been living in this part of hood for all these year,

I had never seen anyone to be near to that window,

Until one day, I saw a beautiful reflection in the broken glass,

It was a gal, a damsel you can only dream off,

She appeared at the window, at mid day and looked at same angle,

I got attracted and made a ritual to catch her glimpses every day,

I got infatuated beyond madness, how beautiful she was,

I had missed to see her all these years, when she seem to live next door,

I made my mid to enquire who lived in there,

Old Joe, the man who was the oldest in this hood, told me no one lived there,

It has been empty, for all these years.

I told him of the gal, I had been seeing all these days.

He prayed to god and told me you are one the many now to see the ghost of Lucy,

I said, I don’t believe you old man, come along we will see her today noon,

We come to my window, but we did not see anything that day,

I sat across my window for next week, but I did not see her,

I did never see her again, but it has done the trick on my mind and heart,

It has now been years, I have been waiting to see my Lucy appear again,

I did see her again on one cold winter morning; I jumped from my chair,

I come out to see her from near and clear, it seems she waived at me,

She waived towards my window, I went close to see I was still sitting on my chair,

But then how can I be out, I was in two places at one time,

I went inside to see, I was sitting on my chair and the gal waving at me,

I did got it what has happened, it seems to be true,

I had got my reflection to be captured in the window of my house…..

Labels: alternative, Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, love