MindGames

I have two selves of myself One who walks along my side everyday One who stands besides my bed every night Staring at me with an empty look in it's eyes One keeps me motivated all the time But the other only stares at me from behind the mirror When I reach a basin to wash down my tears every time I abandoned my second self long ago and I don't recognize it as a part of mine But it's presence is invincible as the first, When I discuss my life with my first self and gather courage to fight and move I notice my second self standing far behind Yet staring strangely at me. My second self is my childhood past An abandoned soul of a childhood dead Deprived of love and compassion My second self follows me everywhere When a man displays affection for me My second self pleads to hold his hand When the same man jilts me for someone else My second self walks away, stands at a distance and stares again at me, with empty look in it's eyes. My brain and my fi...

I die in my dream everynight When I wakeup, I am alive As a body, but my soul still dead.. Dead are my dreams and my emotions Dead are my goals and my notions I look at my dead self in mirror everyday Paint my lips red, that are pale and blue Blush my cheeks and change my hue I wear a cloak of a woman on my corpse And walk amongst real people in town No one could recognize my rotting bones From outside my taffeta viscose gown This city is full of violence and crimes I watch silently all before my very eyes Opening my arms and welcoming thee Who have become a corpse like me. by ----Sucheta Mishra

An hour after Annie fell from her balcony.. Person1- "Good lord! poor girl." Person2- "She must be the same girl, I saw on television news yesterday, a Spanish tourist got raped." Person3- "How can you be so sure? Poor girl." Person4- "Somebody call the doctor." Person2- "What else could be the reason to commit suicide?" Person3- "May be she was being harassed by the landlord?" Person1- "That can't be true. We in India treat guests as Atithi devo bhawa." Person2- "Very true, very true. I am telling you she must be the same girl, the Spanish tourist." Person4- "Police is here!!!" Police taped the whole crime scene and the mob dispersed. Everyone returned back to their work as if nothing had happened.. Annie's skull was badly fractured.. small pieces of granite stone had pierced into her skin.. there was enough blood loss. A doctor arrived at the crime scene. S...

Annie had never liked the rains. She felt low when it rained all day. Grey clouds and stormy winds made her feel more depressed. She hated darkness.. especially blues.. It was raining that day and Annie was sitting in her balcony sipping coffee. Sky was painted red and grey.. trees were struggling in the wind as if trying to defend themselves from being thrashed by the wind . It was month of September.. Annie had come to India on a student exchange program from Germany. There were not many students like her in the college and she also liked being to herself usually. She was watching the storm silently when suddenly a crackling sound hit her ears.. it came from her right. And thunder had struck a tree, not very far away from where she was sitting. The sound of thunder was very loud.. loud enough to rip ones eardrums. Humidity had just reached it's peak when it started to raining again. She was all alone in her apartment. But that was nothing new to her, as she had always been alone...