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Writing your mind

I stare again, at the blank page today,
Searching for words that I could write;
What comes to mind is a poetic thought,
As I eat that pasta, savoring every bite.

And yet after having written these words,
I come to an understanding with myself;
That however I manipulate it, always rhyme,
Because poems live forever, like an elf.

It is nice to write your mind,
In such few words that rhyme;
And you learn the value of words,
That change meaning, with time.

So the mind speaks to continue,
Keep writing whatever feels fine;
The emotions, the sadness, the anger,
and many more are on the line.

-Siddarth

The hall-end

In the hallway he looked at the door, still wondering if he should enter. The sign in the hallway clearly stated to not come in this direction, but that rule had already been broken as he had entered anyway.

So why was he hesitant now. Maybe because he wanted to know about the secret behind the door, yet was not sure if he wanted to find out.

Michael reached for the door knob. He looked towards the other end of hallway to check that no one was watching.

Before he had completely turned the knob, he heard a click sound from inside. The door wouldn’t open.

Michael asked,”Who is there?” and there was no sound. Not even a little snap.

He repeated again, and was met by a giggling sound this time.

“Why have you locked the door? What’s inside?”, he questioned.

The giggling stopped and a voice replied, “Nothing of interest to you.”

Michael wanted to break open the door but knew that he would only end up hurting his leg. He tried to peep thorugh the keyhole, but was startled to see another eye at the other end. Startled, he fell backwards and shouted, “Let me in!”

The voice replied, “okay. But first listen to this:

There are things that shouldn’t be seen,
Things that shouldn’t be made public
;
Because such stuff can change the time,
And turn peace into a cruel war.

“okay. Now open!”, said Michael.

“Have you no sense, boy?”, the voice replied again, “Listen to more:

As the boy approached the ring,
It’s power and his curiosity merged;
They both became entangled in each other,
Until the hobbit destroyed them both.

There was no reply. The eye inside the room peeped through the keyhole again but all it could see was the backdrop of an the colored wall.

“Where did the boy go?”, the voice whispered to itself.

All that was to be heard was a muffled snoring sound in the hallway.

A lost love

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I asked, “What do you want to do today?”

It was a nice weather and there were a good number of people on the beach. That was one good thing having a room with balcony on the 45th floor. And from this view you stare at the vast expanse of the sea for hours. The sun still seemed to have an hour before it would go down the horizon and leave the city in darkness. Actually no. This city, especially this area, how can I even forget how lively it was last night. The lights from the buildings around covered the area in such light that a person would never feel that the sun had set. I suppose traveling here was a different experience after all. Business is slow, and this is probably the best month to take a trip. I am sure that in a month or two business will be so hectic that it will be tough to keep up.

“Hey. What are you doing over there? I am sorry, I dozed off again. I was so tired last night.”

“And drunk.”, he replied jokingly.

“Yes. Yes. And drunk. Thank you for not drinking and driving me hotel. Don’t know what will happen to me without you.”

“You will be a mess. Obviously.”, he looked at her and smiled, “So what do you want now? Breakfast? or… dinner?”

“Yeah, Yeah. Enough with the taunts. Thank you, I will get up and take a shower. Then let’s go out.”

“What? You want to drink tonight also?”, he was surprised after hearing her.

“No of course not. Idiot. Let’s go have dinner. And you can drink if you feel like, let me take care of you tonight.”, she winked after finishing the sentence.

“Sure. Let’s both have a glass of wine… or champagne. I am sure you won’t want wine after yesterday night.”, he joked again.

“Yesterday night? What? Did I do something? Too much wine?”

He was surprised that she didn’t remember, then again he was accustomed to it. He replied, “Chuck it. Nothing happened. Well at least nothing you would be happy after listening. Haha. Go shower, then let’s go for dinner.”

“Fine. Keep it a suspense, I am sure it would be bad like other drinking stories.”

“Well, I think … bad is too decent.”

“Really? Either tell me or don’t say things like that.”

“Fine, I will tell you over dinner. Go shower now.”

“Alright Alright. i will be back in ten.” and saying that she went to the bathroom naked.

He turned around and stared again at the sea. The ocean seemed so vast. The sun was still there. And business was there too. But most of all, his wife was there, her memories were there. He came back to this same hotel, booked the same room every time, and replayed the same conversations of his wife.

He looked at the ocean, and thought about the person he had lost, yet the love he had still kept on growing.