Christmas present

Honey bunch

I write this letter to you this fine Christmas night. I am roughly 4,390 miles away right now, but know that my heart reaches out to you every second.

You came in my life about eleven month ago and in that time, you have become my partner and best friend. You have given me your heart and all the love and care. You are what I think about every second of the day. Every action that I take is because I am inspired to be a better man for you.

My petal, I love you with every fiber of my being and every breath I take. It is my honour  to be yours in this life and forevermore after and my privilege to be committed to you and share all your burdens in life. To make you happy is what matters paramount to me. Every smile that I see on your face, gives me joy. The fact that I can make you happy, lights up my world. Every concern that you have, matters to me. I would love nothing more than to address any issue that bothers you. Any small question that gnaws at the back of your mind.

I promise you this honey, that my heart will forever belong with you and to you. I will love you till the end of times. So today, on Christmas, as people give their loved ones presents. I give you what I already have. I give you my commitment. I give you my unwavering love for you. I give you all my energy and warmth. So whenever you feel low, my warmth with seep in your heart and rejuvenate you. I give you my services and all my care. I give you everything I am and everything I can be, for all the time till the end of the times. My greatest wish is that you hold my hand and walk with me forever, and I’ll always keep you in the light.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I love you very much.

Love

Daanu

 

 

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In the depths of her mind

“I’m here now and everything will be alright.”

Here now, and forever

The castle was once again standing radiant and strong. He had held the queen’s heart and infused it with his love.

The trees were rustling against the wind, spreading the news far and wide. The animals had come back to the garden, hopping and trotting under the warm sun. It was as if, the queen’s return had brought the world itself back to life. It wasn’t dark and cold anymore.

They walked together in the castle’s courtyard, Queen Vika and Jay. Hands held together and pulled close to each other. They talked about their journeys, their adventures, their story of life.

It was evening now,and the sun had set beyond the horizon. Leaving the sky with orange and purple hues. The breeze was pleasant and smelled of wet earth. Birds chirping and returning to their nests.

They reached the courtyard which opened up to the lush green garden. It had a pond at the center, where ducks swam. Beyond the garden was the forest. It was dense and populated with tall pine trees.

They sat on the settee. She sat cross legged facing him and he was on his knees, facing her. She looked in his eyes , put her hands around his neck and kissed him. He pulled her closer, kissing her back. Both deliriously happy and madly in love with the other. For them it was everything they had ever needed. They had become each other’s world.

As they talked, he noticed a tremor in her hands and her eyes unfocused. He knew immediately it was the demons from the past who were haunting her deep in her mind. He inched closer, put his arms around her and buried her in his warmth. Softly calling out to her. He placed his hands on both sides of her head and entered her consciousness. Determined to beat her demons and guide her out of her nightmares.

He entered the depth of her mind. Followed the corridors which led deeper inside. All along, he kept hearing the howls and footsteps of demons that haunted her. He came across a hallway and stopped at the entrance. It was dark inside and he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Scanning the hall, he found her.

She was crouched in the center of the hall. Bent over and lips trembling. Her eyes fixed at something in the dark and her breathing was fast

He rushed to her and held her face in his arms. In here he could see that the wounds hadn’t completely healed, and the demons were still hurting her from inside. He whispered to her, rubbed his hands along her arms. She finally focused on him and smiled in relief. Tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, the howling that had been coming from the corridors stopped. He slowly turned around, holding her hand. Aware that the demons were here in front of them. Knowing how they had hurt his precious love, a lever flipped and let loose a dark and terrifying force inside. He saw blue.

He recited a spell that concentrated all the force towards the demons and fired away the bright burning aura, blowing the demons away into the void and destroying the place.

He felt a soft touch on his shoulder, immediately quelling his anger and calming him down. He turned to his side and saw Vika standing besides him. She said, “Just don’t hurt yourself.” Pulled Jay down and hugged him. He lifted her up in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Walked towards the light, leaving the nightmares behind.

As they stepped through the light, they were back on the settee. Jay breathing hard, still feeling the force swelling inside him. Vika smiled and hugged him tight, calming his storms. She said, “You needn’t get so angry. They are gone now. It’s just you and me, and I’m always safe from anything in your arms.”

Hearing her, Jay smiled. Kissed  her and held her in his arms. Together they watched the garden and the stars, the sky and the pond. They had fought off the world and their love had prevailed. They knew they belonged together and there was no force in the world that was going to tear them apart.

Always and Forever

 

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And Tonight We Grieve

Moonlighting Scrivener

It has happened yet again.

Lives scarred. Lives lost. Lives unceremoniously snatched away from unsuspecting innocents.

A hefty price paid to feed the chasm of human depravity. The price of life.

What little value it holds.

We burn candles. We mourn. We thank our stars in gratitude for not being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We try to empathize. But, no human experience is ever enough to translate the pain felt by our brethren today. The pain of families left behind. What they wouldn’t give for another minute with their loved ones.

A massacre. A deranged soul. A gun. A law. A Lobby.

It’s time to take stock and weigh. An agenda against a life. A gun against a bullet peircing through the flesh.

Because tonight, we grieve again.

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One or the Other

A beautiful poem written down by Varnika Jain. Depicts how a person can become someone’s entire world and chase away the nightmares and the darkness.

Moonlighting Scrivener

She sought him in her nightmares

She sought him in her dreams

When she woke up

She could hardly tell

The one from the other

Since he saved her in her nightmares

And she lost him in her dreams

The one became the other

Somewhere in between.

So she took to sleeping with him

Held closely in her arms

The warmth that he exuded

Ended the nightly tussle

And merged the happiness

Of the one with the other.

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A Heart of Stone

A beautiful tale of two souls finding love in the most serendipitous ways. Published by Varnika Jain.

Moonlighting Scrivener

In his frantic attempts to find his way back to the caravan, he came across a sight that held his gaze. It looked like a formerly over trodden path which had, at some point in time, been overrun by weeds. Inviting, nonetheless. He followed the meandering path, curious about where it led while still trying to grasp how it had just suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air even though he was quite sure he’d crossed that exact point atleast half a dozen times before since he’d been walking around in circles, completely lost.

Curiosity killed the cat, he kept reminding himself but his feet kept moving forward. It’s getting late and dark, it’s time to turn back and find shelter, not to go on a wild goose chase, he chastised himself. Yet, he could not bring himself to stray from that path.

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By the pond

It was a pleasant evening, with the sun dipping over the horizon. Insects were buzzing and the birds chirping as they returned to their homes, settling in for the night. The horizon turned orange with purple hues, with stars flickering through the evening sky.

The pond reflected rays of the setting sun along it’s shimmering surface. Besides the glistening pond stood a hut, two stories tall and adorned with french windows and bricks lined on the exterior.

He took a deep breath and slowly started pushing the bicycle his son, now four years old, was learning to ride. He urged him to feel the balance and to always keep his hands on the brakes. As he pushed, he felt his son gain balance, albeit a bit groggily. When he was certain that his son was getting the gist of it and finding his balance, he slowly let go of the grip, but still running and ready to hold the bike if the balance got disturbed. After running some distance, confident and proud that his son was finally riding on his own, he stopped and smiled wide, watching his son pedal and find his own way. Still smiling and proud, he turned around and looked at his wife and daughter, now five years old, standing at the entrance holding hands. His wife’s other hand resting on her belly, softly stroking the baby they were expecting.

They came down the stairs, their daughter holding her mommy’s hand and watching her every step, making sure she was comfortable and there was nothing in the way. For she was watching over her mom and the baby and wasn’t liking the idea of her mom exerting herself and walking about at all.

He looked at his family and surveyed the surroundings. It was a perfect evening by all means, because he had his whole world right there with him. As he began walking towards their home, his son had been cycling back and was reaching the stairs. He got off and gently kissed his mom’s tummy and hugged her. Feeling proud and immensely happy, she showered their son with affection and kisses.

As he reached the stairs, the kids were already running inside and his wife held out her hand, smiling at him with love and admiration. She arched her neck up, he bent over, kissed her and said to her, “Happy sixth anniversary, my love”. She beamed with happiness and said, “Happy sixth anniversary, my darling husband”. He held her hand and gave her a warm kiss on her forehead, conveying his love for his wife.

They turned towards the pond and walked along it, wading through the soft grass, holding hands, talking, giggling and so much in love. The air smelled sweet because of the moist earth and the scent of tulips and lilies surrounded them.

They watched the sun set as its last rays reached them. He turned, looked at his wife. Her beautiful face radiant in the orange light, hair flowing along her shoulders and eyes gleaming, as she watched the sun set. God Almighty, moments like these were the most beautiful and he felt so blessed to have this wonderful woman in his life. He let out a breath and whispered, “Oh honey, you’re so beautiful!”. She giggled, looked at him and said, “Just your wife, honey” and rested her head against his chest, hugging him.

They stood there holding each other for the longest time. Love flowing between them and their hearts beating in sync.

As the sun set into the horizon, they turned to their hut and walked to it, hand in hand. Cherishing each moment and recalling the beautiful six years of their lives.

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Space

A beautiful poem composed by Varnika Jain. Evokes emotions and warmth inside the heart by conveying how two beings come together in this universe and anchor themselves to the other for all eternity. Do read and let me know what you think in the comment section.

Moonlighting Scrivener

I was floating around aimlessly,

Like some homeless space debris.

Not knowing what to do, where to go or where to drop anchor,

Because that all-knowing, all-telling, inner voice

Had long ago muted its strains.

By my own design or from the weight of the world – ‘Twas a secret I had no intention of unraveling.

I strayed into the vicinity of a dying star on its last dregs of fire, its hopelessness felt like a kindred pain.

I decided to stick around for some time, drawn towards its growing misery with a strong, gravitational pull.

Little by little, in the warmth of company, the star rekindled it’s blaze.

Till it glowed with a blinding light that sent me spinning around in ecstatic frenzy.

The muffled tones of my inner voice could now be heard anew. Stay, it said, as I danced around,

Like a moon making merry.


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