Archive for February, 2011

Full Moon!!!

Posted in Writing's on the Wall on February 17, 2011 by Sunil Anand


I guess I was in Love all along, just that I didn’t realize it!

The first time i saw her, I was in LOVE with her hair and as time passed I started loving her eyes, her smile, her talk and her touch too (though it was just a hand shake)
Then we started “chatting”, more like testing the waters, coz I never was keen on a relationship.. then she okayed a date, which I thought she wouldn’t 😛
..and the dates were on, i held her hand one day (took quite an effort though :D) then it went on.. pretty much a regular happening..

Then I told her that I missed her (which i really meant s she was outta town!) and the time I told her that I love her was the result of me being myself – late, careless, insensitive, etc., am trying to change myself ,to some extent n keep her happy, with great difficulty (believe me, its difficult)

I always thought of writing about US, but cud never, coz i cud never.. now that I am writing, thats definitely a change (though small)..

well…

One Day I realized that She too Loves me! (god (n she) knows why)
Sometimes you don’t realize, but you are in love! and I do love her and am happy that I realized it..!

P.S. Hope she like this, when she reads it…

P.P.S. To be n will be continued 🙂

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Shadows…

Posted in Fiction: The Truth inside the Lie! on February 15, 2011 by Sunil Anand


“Why?” the stone cold voice asked, anger seething dangerously on the edge of insanity
“KILL” they shouted in unison
The place is crowded by ravenous blackness, pretty much closing in on all sides, claustrophobic..
“Life is a dream it never ends” a whisper floats, like mist on the tombs of a graveyard
The eyes of the voice loom over the wasted faces, pulling strings, weaving lives, destroying, creating, burning, killing..

“It’s just one big intrinsic apparatus”, the voice ponders “what if I just leave it or better..”
“KILLLL” the shouts are now screams, like hundreds of snakes shedding skins
“..destroy it”
“How many times should i do this?”
“As long as you live and as long as you feel, and as long as there is night & day.. and as long and as many times as we ask you to” rasps a voice..

It all started on a Monday morning, the doctor says “it’s done” a life is once again not lost. Years pass by, until another fine Monday when a mind got lost along with it the memories.. and yet another Monday, someone is murdered, “IT IS DONE” the voice says.
The Church, The River, The Christmas Tree, The Sea, The Street, The Cycle, The Hill, The Crowd
“How many times have you done this?” the judge asks
“I don’t remember”
“Are you trying to be mentally un-stable?”
“No”
“Doesn’t help coz you are not”
“I know”
“You have no sense of conscience, no feelings, no regrets and not fit for society”
“Who are you to decide that?” the cold voice asks
“You are a bane to humanity”
“Who gives you the right to decide someone’s fate?”
“You are hereby sentenced to the chair”


The last strap is clipped.
………..”Kill”, “Kill”, “Kill”, “Kill”, “Kill”
“Do you have any last words?”
“Hahahaha” its a frozen smile that asks “Does any one have any?”
The Smile, The Touch, The Kiss, The Hand, The Knife, The Blood, The Skin

“This time its not dead, and it can never be”, the voice announces.
The screams don’t stop and they go on forever…
..and so does the voice….