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Poem #1 : Sheikh Zayed!

He was our beloved president
And never there was a better precedent
He had a colossal love for the humankind
This attribute made him one of a kind
His admirable stability and leadership
Stimulated his subjects’ friendship
He was no doubt the best of all
He kept everyone from any pitfall
His helping hands were always extended
Towards the poor and even those who pretended
He loved all people equally
And performed his duties so sequentially
Never there was a more organized man
He exhibited such ability as no one can
His love for the young was seen in all his action
Towards ALLAH and his duties he had such devotion
According to him nothing was based on money
He always propagated harmony
He encouraged in his city
Character and morality
I would like to pay my reverence
To him, who was always the people’s preference
Nothing will compensate for this loss
But we cannot do anything because
We know this was his fate
We can do nothing other than having faith
In GOD the Almighty and merciful
And pray to HIM to bring one as merciful As Sheikh Zayed Bin Sultan Al Nahyan

Backstory

Just like everyone else, I was totally shocked hearing about His Highness Sheikh Zayed’s death, 12 years ago. He was such a wonderful & kind person. I wrote this poem and sent it over to Khaleej Times newspaper. They published it couple of weeks later..

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Short Story #2 – Naina!

Naina lay awake in her bed. It was 4.30 AM.She was not in the least sleepy. How could she sleep on a day like this one?. She slowly moved herself on her bed so that now she was facing the window. She opened the curtain slightly and saw that the glorious sun was just rising, for a new day, to lighten up one more day in the lives of the mankind. The light slowly streaked into her room, as it tentatively left it’s place behind the thick clouds. For a moment, she felt that the sun was playing hide and seek with her. It brought a smile onto her beautiful face. Naina was gorgeous. She was a doe-eyed beauty, dark and had a disarming smile. Her black hair, flowing over her shoulders, had a strange charming effect. Yet, one problem prevailed…

She watched the sun rise and reach it’s apex. Soon, her room was flooded with light. She could now hear the chirping of birds. She soon saw men busy with work, rushing around doing their duties. Ofcourse, it was a busy day. It was her wedding day. Her mother came in, kissed her on her forehead and asked her whether she had had a sound sleep. She just smiled, but her mother knew that she hadn’t had even a wink of sleep. Mother told her to come for breakfast and then left the room. Naina went and brushed her teeth.

She then walked over to her dining room. The dining table seemed to be sparkle as there was such a lot of silver wares placed on it. She sat on a chair with exquisite golden work on it. She drank the hot soup kept in front of her in a beautiful bowl which had birds carved onto it’s sides, with a silver outline. Soon, the swamp of guests and the torrent of their greetings and wishes followed.

The time was nearing. She dressed in a maroon ‘laacha’ exclusively ordered and made for her. It had elaborate work on it. Golden threads were woven intricately into the maroon material and the resulting alluring combination was something that could take anyone’s breath away. The ‘dupatta’ was so heavy with sequences and other shiny stuff, that Naina had some trouble wearing it. Her hair was tied high up above her head and the way it danced around her shoulders, was quite fantastic to see. Her smooth hands were laden with bangles, having a large variety of sophisticated designs on it. Necklaces and chains of all lengths adorned her neck. So many were around her to help her dress up. There were many small girls who looked up at her, wondering how they could ever become as pretty as Naina.

Soon he came. She glanced at him briefly. Rachit was so handsome that he seemed to have features that were carved by angels. When he smiled, a deep dimple appeared occasionally on his left cheek. He was well-built and very strong. Yet, there was a softness that surrounded him. But, of all that he had, it was his kind heart that she loved and admired. When she entered onto the stage, where the wedding was to occur, she saw how Rachit’s eyes lit up on seeing her. She couldn’t help smiling and he reciprocated her smile. Soon the wedding took place, amidst hundreds who showered their blessings on that couple, with a tune of Shahnai playing in the background. Later people dispersed and by the each of the day, Naina was totally exhausted.

When she entered into her new room with Rachit, she saw that it had been decorated with jasmine flowers and orchids were set in beautiful vases near the bed. Paintings of water falls, green fields and blue skies adorned the walls. The last streaks of the pale sunset lit up the room for one last time and then darkness came over the sky. As she sat on the bed, Rachit slowly took her hands in his strong ones. Looking into his eyes, she knew that he was the best person she could ever have and that he would support her till she drew her last breath.

He had loved her and been ready to accept her even though he knew that he could never hear her calling out his name or even speak anything. She could only communicate using sign language. But he didn’t care. For him, if their hearts understood each other, then life was going to be a song, a beautiful one, a melodious one…

Backstory

Naina is a name that I like a lot. So I named the protagonist that. This is a thought that just came to my mind one day, how people love each other overlooking shortcomings / disabilities. Hope you liked reading it.

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Short Story #1 – That One Night!

Olivia Bradford stared out of the window of her bungalow. The sun was setting. The sky was so red that she felt that someone had inflicted a mean-looking wound on it. The wound-like opening opened wide, pouring out reddish orange light across the sky. Olivia felt that the sky was bleeding just like her heart. The opening atlast swallowed the sun & darkness crept over the vast unknown space. She turned to her room, which was nothing but sombre.

It was time for another sleepless night. This had been the norm for the past nine years. Without Austin, the house seemed to be nothing but an empty place. She lay in her bed & her thoughts wandered over to that one night, when she had done the most outrageous thing in her life. Nine years ago, on a similar night, she had confronted Austin, with so many questions. Austin was her husband of ten years. Olivia & Austin were a wonderful couple. They were childless but then in their daily life they found so much time for each other that not having a child, to call their own, didn’t come as a big problem. Also, they both had married late. At the time of their marriage, Olivia was 41 & Austin, 43. On some outings made on her own, Olivia had heard that Austin was having an affair with Jade, his personal secretary. This news had broken her heart. She trusted him, but then, to hear such a thing…that too when Jade was a woman of only 27, almost half of Austin’s age.

She had cried for nights & at last decided to confront him. His attitude when questioned, made her sure that there was something fishy going on. She was driven to a state of craziness, when he had said “What if I have an affair?. You got anything to lose?”. She had rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the largest knife from her cutlery & ran back to her room. She still remembered how his eyes had widened on seeing the wild look in her eyes & the gleam of the knife in her hands. She hadn’t given it a second thought. She closed her eyes & stabbed hard. The knife passed through his heart, maybe because it showed the breaking of their beautiful bond. Three more stabs & he was lying down on the floor with a frozen look in his eyes. She had cried over his body. Next morning, her neighbours had rushed to her house only to find her screaming her lungs out & Austin lying in a cold pool of blood.

Police came soon, apprehended her & she was taken to the court later, where she confessed to her crime. Considering her age (she was 51 at the time of the murder) & her present disturbed mental state, her eleven years had been reduced to nine years. So she had served nine years in jail. The sadness & agony, she had undergone there, was clearly seen on her face now. She had become a quiet woman, who often burst into angry torrents, when reminded of her past life by any of her neighbours. She never entertained anyone. There was no one who wanted to be her friend or companion. She was called various names such as a hag, a harridan e.t.c. by people. She couldn’t have cared less.

When she was serving her first year in jail, she had come into possession of Austin’s diary, reading which, she had realised that he had given Jade, the position of a daughter. As he was getting older, Jade had supported him in everything at the office, sparking off rumours that they were having an affair. Olivia had not slept soundly after knowing this. Guilt brought her to the edge of madness. That frightened look in Austin’s eyes often flashed through her mind like a lightning. How could she have done this?. Austin had got angry when she had confronted him because he couldn’t have believed that Olivia could suspect Jade, of all the people.

Now, Olivia was back to her bungalow. At 60, she led an austere life. Society didn’t care for her nor did she care for it. She went back to the window. She couldn’t lie in her bed for long. Now, the moon had come out & was shining in full glory. There was only a sycamore in the vicinity from this window. It’s branches were bare. Looking at it, she felt that the bare branches were out to grab her. It had a menacing look. One leaf blew onto her face. She caught it & stared at it. It was very dry, as dry as her life was now, without the caring & loving touch of Austin. She didn’t like crying now. The life in jail had taught her to control her tears. But now, a single tear was forming in her right eye & threatening to run down her puckered cheek. She didn’t want to cry. She looked out at the night & the now waning moon. Before she could control, that one tear started flowing & the rest of her tears followed. No one was there to witness it, but the waning moon, the sycamore & that night…

Backstory

I wrote this story in the time period of just one hour, on Aug 9th, 2005. More than the story line itself, I love to give more importance to surroundings and to describe things vividly.

Thank you for the few who showed interest in reading my works, giving me the confidence to share it here. Hope you liked it. Kindly leave feedback.

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