Short Story: A wooden livelihood

A curtain crumbled and spread out on the floor. The light rays came out in silence. They glanced at the earth and its thundering tunnels. Not many people were around the place. They found the children skinny and sober. None wanted to take them home. Pinch of salt, pound of advise, they heaped on them. They stood with the aging chair next to their abhorrent abode. People could not wait any longer. They left the light rays and went on to the evening darkness. Faded by the past, they became smaller and smaller. They marched with the ants and all the species on the nether lands. Chair stood next to their village of luminescence and found it curious. It began to grow its legs and leaves. People became pillar and post around the humble feat of a wooden livelihood.

Poem: Mermaid of miseries

Vaguest of the moments
Vaulted in the veneers
A veneer of his veins
A mermaid chose to steal its soul

She ran into a coil of herself
Only morning was upside
In the mourning of a mermaid
Its progeny has overheard
The lessons of a shipwreck
The songs of a crystal moth

The mermaid was a mad cow
A miserable thing of angst
A mild sense of serenity
A mellowing season of soberness




She evolved in disdain
She revered her pale roots
She caved her breast of illness
She gazed at blind bloods
She was found among the branches
Of pale old banyan trees
That mongered the fate of deserted temples
That minced the shape of kernels

She was never a case for corals
She was found in sediments
Of age old walls and molten bricks
She pierced her beliefs in person
She punished the house in poison
Worms are left, wickedness is lost

Wish her your miseries
Weave her a silk of your dried up tears
As she shall be the mermaid of miseries ever