Loss of Interest

As long as I like
As long as I am interested
I do what I want to do.
Once I lose like
Once I lose interest
I shall still do
What I want to do.


The story is at Loss of interest

Jealousy

What is yours is yours,
What is his is his.
Yet, you guard yours
You guard, because it is yours.
I think I see you think
Yours, better, yours worse
You long for
What is his is yours
What is yours is yours
I, Jealousy

~Aditya

Ritual

He danced around her,
She danced around him
They danced around,
It was all the part of the Ritual


~Aditya

Light from the Blind

Can you see?
Coz I cant.

The story is at Light from the blind

~Aditya

A ledge on the sixteenth floor

A ledge,
The wind in my face,
Nothingness in front,
Nothing behind.


The story is at A ledge on the sixteenth floor

~Aditya

Just another phone call

What if a call is so important to you that the course of rest of your life depended on that?

The story is at Just another phone call

~Aditya

P.S. Dedicated the three chums of mine. Congrats dudes!

The elephant

Aanai aanai azhagar aanai
(Elephant belonging to Azhagar)
Azhagarum Chokarum erum aanai
(The elephant that Azhagar and Chokar climb on)
Kaati karumbinai moorikum aanai
(The elephant that breaks a tied bunch of sugarcane)
Kutti aanaiku kombu molachuadham
(The small elephant grew tusks)
Patanam ellam pardhodhi pocham
(The entire city ran away)

The story is at The Elephant

~Aditya

Letting him go

Lack of definition.

Letting him go.

The story is at Letting him go

~Aditya

P.S. This one has no story line, has no characterization, has definition of the relationship between the characters. You can interpret it as you want, I have my own interpretation.

Awakening

I open my eyes
Am I awake

I close my eyes
Am I asleep?

This has nothing to do with the story which is at Awakening

~Aditya
P.S.
This story is inspired from the song Last Kiss - Pearl Jam

Smile

No words to say,
A smile.

The story is at Smile

~Aditya

P.S. (Do not know why, but at a time of extreme happiness, I get inspiration to write morbid things, Death)

Father Son and Holy Ghost

The father,
The son
And The Holy Ghost.

The story is at Father Son and Holy Ghost

~Aditya

Coffee Machine

2 beds
And a coffee machine
I run,
I hide
From what
I do not know
From whom
I do not care


The story is at Coffee Machine

~Aditya

Emergence

An obstacle,
Physical, mental.
Conquest physical, mental?

The story is at Emergence

Aditya

One - by - Two

Are we one?
Or two in one?

A tribute.

The story is at One by Two

~Aditya

The Invitation

An invitation,
To share dreams
Once dreamt,
Can they be re-dreamt?

The story is at Invitation


~Aditya

Betrayal

One Man,
Love,
Betrayal?

(Accepted that this seems to be the cheesy title of some 'B' Grade Hindi movie. I am not able to come up with something better!!!!!)

The story is at Betrayal

~Aditya

P.S. (I am opening a can of worms, I know it! If you have a problem with the ideals, we can have a discussion)

Going home

I leave work
To go to a place
A place
Where I am to be found
A place where I am lost.

The story is at Going Home

~Aditya

Voices

Voices in your head,
Voices in your ear,
Voices in your voices.

The story as usual is at Voices

~Aditya

P.S> This borders on banality. Excuse the usage of words, or rather too many of those words.

Birthday

Why is that day more important than the others?
Why is that one day, more valuable than the others?
Why is that day seem brighter and bluer?

The story is at The birthday

~Aditya

P.S. The people are real, the event real, the narrative fictitious!

Obsolescence

What is the time upto which a man thinks of himself to be worthy of respect?
When does he become obsolete to others?
When does he become obsolete to himself?

The story is at Obsolescence

~Aditya

P.S. Let the person who thought me, know that I learnt.

The wait

Why do we wait? For someone, with someone?
Why is the time that we spend waiting, seem to be validated when they arrive?

The story as usual is at The wait

~Aditya

Let the inspirer know that I have been inspired!

The lovers

Love


The story is at The lovers



~Aditya

The Marriage

A visit,
A life changing contract.
Unknown 'til yesterday,
Not known today,
Forever yours tomorrow.

The story is at The Marriage


Let the inspirer know,
The inspired drew inspiration.

~Aditya

The End

Is revenge an answer? Can I take an eye for an eye?
If you have hurt me can I take it out on your brethren?

This story is a first person narrative of a feeling close to the hearts of millions in India.

The story is at ~
The End

~Aditya

Blindness

What is really blindness?
What is sight? What is absence of sight?
What is it to give? What is it not to have?

The story is at Blindness

~Aditya

Earning your keep

What does one do everything that they do?
What makes one important?
What makes one loved, wanted?
What makes one respect their existence?

The story is at Earning the keep

~Aditya

Letter to a daughter

This is more along the lines of the previous post.

A letter to a daughter from a father, showing her what he is going to miss the most and what scares him the most.

The story itself is at

Letter to a Daughter

~Aditya

Letter to a Son

A train journey...
A long wait...
Expectations, desires and wants!!!!
A father to a son


The story itself is at

Letter to a son

~Aditya

Coffee Break

What happens when all that you hold true and dear to heart is told to be a farce? What do you do when everything that you dream is destroyed? What do you do when you are told that you are expendable?


The story itself is at

Coffee Break

~Aditya

The morning jog

What does one do when they do not find meaning in their lives? Do they find meaning in theirs or try to belittle others so that theirs seems better?

A try at a a third person narration.

The story itself is at

The morning jog

Comments as usual are welcome

~Aditya

Maya

The story of a girl who aims high, beyond what her horizons permit her,
The way that those dreams are brought crashing down to earth.
The story of Maya.

To read her story click on the link below.
Maya.pdf

This is the girl that I fell in love with, had the hardest time coaxing her to tell her story, and when she did, I am not sure I was able to do justice to it.
So I guess the story told is more hers than it is mine!

~Aditya