WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE- “THROUGH THE DOOR”- “THE NIGHTMARE”


It was a  restless day full of apprehension and fear of something unknown which had clasped me .

Busy schedules and overloaded responsibilities too sometimes fail to drive such insane  thoughts  away . They have their way of hovering over the mind even on the extremely busiest day! Walking down the lane that reaches straight to my house,I had glanced everything around. It was all the same,the shops with something new to be displayed,cafeterias with people gossiping , the souvenir stalls wooing the new tourists and the skyline getting brighter with the illuminated sparks of night lights.

With the keys in my hand ,which I usually take out once I disembark from the company bus round the corner ,were tinkling as the chimes of the keys moved in my hands. I reached my destination  and stepped on the stairs to insert the key . Shockingly it didn’t turn around and I pressed it a bit to see whether it was put inside properly.

The little pressure opened the door ajar without even unlocking.

“The wooden door ajar

reopening

all the gates to agony

darkness is what I can see

In the tunnels of time

where I reach suddenly…”

I was stunned and astonished. Had someone burgled into my house when I was away?  Was there anyone  already inside waiting to attack me? Numerous questions confused me and I rushed inside to make sure  if things were  in proper place.

Before I switched on the lights,I saw a luminous bright light coming from the room adjacent .

I slipped  slowly into the room.

Suddenly I noticed a huge mirror leaning against the wall. It was a precious antique piece,one which can be  a prized possession.I could not remember why and how this had landed here. I had never bought this piece nor I did own it.

I  went ahead to have  a look.

“The mirror on the wall

looks at me ,mocks  and laughs

“what made you return

to this dungeon?

Isn’t the present world

a better place to live in?”

“The city has turned into a dead corpse”, I heard few voices screaming.

Gunshots and noise of  artillery deafened my ears. Military troops moving adjacent  and having a  fierce combat.

“Nicholas”, someone shouted , ” shoot! what are you waiting for?”

I turned around to see another soldier trying to say something. The bombshells again hypnotized my senses.

Suddenly I could feel the weight of the Lee-Enfield rifle hanging around my shoulder .Thick fluid wetted  the grip of my hands,I could see blood all over.

I had in me the mix  blood for my mother had been the once beautiful girl of the Serb! I had the looks of her distinct charm and the raw dominance of my dad.

“Shoot ,you fool,else you will be killed “, I could hear the lines again.

It was my commander ordering me to face the enemy .I remembered each scene from this deadliest wars of history ,the World War 1.

Millions were killed,innocents slayed,cities destroyed and towns vandalized.For 2 long years I was moving continuously with my troops killing thousands of soldiers,”Humans I must say.”

“This should end” , I had screamed to myself.I cannot shed more blood ,the view of the brutal faces,the terrorized looks haunted my dreams.

“See how you are lost

to your fears

succumbed to your pressures

apprehensive has become your future

I see the gloomy dust of pain

on my face in the image”.

How did I reach here ? It was 19 15 ,which meant I had traveled back in the time space  into the past. But why? I never knew I was a soldier ,a rather such a cruel  one. This bloodshed is a part of my life which had scared me till today.

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But I am a software professional and just 30 yrs old then is it my previous birth that I am visualizing? Is it a dream? This could reconnect me with the fact that I usually woke up in the middle of the night screaming in dream of an outrage of war and pleading, “Please forgive me ,my Lord.I cannot kill innocent people.”

“Wipe the mud

clear off the doubts”

I heard my voice ,

“go back to the world profound

whirlpool is this

the past tense

shall tangle and drive you insane

go away run and flee

live in today

accept the destiny…”

Profusely sweating I wiped my face and found myself standing back again in the corridor of my house.The scene had vanished and I was stupefied like a statue. The split second or the  few minutes during which I visited  the  real situation,  had been a nightmare for me all during these years and for the first time it had awakened my being.

I knew it was past and I could walk ahead now without fearing about the traumatic dream which killed me every second.

“what hath tomorrow

you ne’er know

forget the past

embrace the air

from the new door!”

I returned from my memories,it was a dream or travel in the time space I never knew,but it ended my worst nightmare.

A FICTION WRITTEN FOR THE Weekly Writing Challenge: Through the Door.

AMRAPALI


The legend of Amrapali is a vast subject of Indian history which covers the biographies  of many kings and the danseuse Amrapali,who turned onto the spiritual path after seeing several miseries of life involving power,riches and love.This is just an excerpt from her life.

In the historical city of Vaishali , lived a demure maiden Amrapallli,

renowned for her entrancing charms, her dance wooed  thousands of hearts warm,

of lands far away from territory ,enemies too knew and adored her enamoring ,

a royal court dancer of the state,she enjoyed the attention and luxury unrestrained.

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Once a war waged with a neighborly realm, a foe disguised entered the gates of her chamber,

she rescued and cared him,

King Bimbisara, the mighty king of Magadha ,she came to know  was the being,

turning aside instantly she asked  him to stop the waging war….

Promised  her he held the flag of peace for the enemy in chance,

people outraged in vengeance for a king who fell for her charms…

Ajatashatru,the haughty son of Bimbisara invaded the kingdom been glorious  so far,

turning to ashes the city of dreams,

no life was spared to live and was killed,

Hurt and heart broken Amrapalli ,found herself in tears of agony,

took refuge in the spiritual path of destiny…

one day a holy monk came at her door,

she invited him inside her home…

to serve him with  respect and devotion…

Talked everyone about the forbidden  law of prohibition,

how did Buddha the great ,went inside the courtesan’s house?

His magnanimity showered, her eyes opened ,

surrendered herself to the cultism,

in feet of the enlightened soul…

Sacrificing riches,fame and comfort,

beauteous wonder of the creation,

walked  on the divine path

seeking peace and solace in god’s words and charm.

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A PAGE OF HISTORY


From the pages of history,

I bookmark a leaf  to read,

which is to me 

 of utmost priority,

The day when the earth shook,

the world around got shocked and hooked…

*****

A king had been disgraced from his worth,

from his place,

to lead a  life like a normal being,

struggling for a coin ,

irony of the life had brought..

what fate upon the noble wrought…

who dispersed coins and money as such…

as if he had treasure unearthed…

*****

Destiny had her word around,

and now the king looks in search of ground,

where he can get some shelter on…

for  his kith and kin to shroud…

But see this man of great  virtue!

never he feared  the world so untrue,

his faith in the greatest creator of earth,

makes him always  stand apart…

*****

For him,nothing is small or big,

work is victory ,

he does feel,

with a hope and wish in heart,

a zeal to win back the kingdom lost,

he fights back with all fervour,

with the blessings of the God…

*****

I am still to find the page down there,

in the book of  this chronicle  fair,

the day when he shall reign the place,

that has been lost due to the fate’s play…

flicking the script of destiny,

I am awaiting the momentous  moment to begin…