The power of Pen

That man was lying dead with a gun in his hand. And Vez spotted a gunshot wound in his shoulder. Último embraced heaven after embosoming Vez. Vez gazed at the sky, with grief in his eyes and heart crying out of pain urging the end of his life. And the same was sentenced by the legal court. His last wish was to read Último’s diary. He was allowed to do so. His fingers were shivering and while turning the pages, He read: It was a pretty nice day, I taught Vez the basics of Karate. But at the cost of learning creative writing. Our classes start hence. Well I am pretty much ambitious and I think we will be expertised in each other’s field, haha! We are true friends *Hope you like it Vez, only if you are reading my diary, maybe someday. I seldom maintain my diary but will fill this diary with all my emotions and feelings. You will surely like it, it would be dedicated to you. But you to wait for it! Then he went straight to the last page, and this is what filled everyone’s  

The boy just had stood off from the hospital bed and a bad omen was still on waiting. Vez heard the voice on Mr Oraculo shouting out “Help! Help!” He rushed towards the main gate. The guards were beaten to death. They were a gang. Vez cleverly moved near to one of the bikers and banged his head with the guard's stick. He sat on the bike and chased them. Vez threw that stick on the car. They were ignited, they left Mr Oraculo on the road and rushed after Vez. Vez unconsciously turned left and right. The roads also have their own plans, that led him to the field where Último used to play. He saw Último playing cricket and called him from the deepest of his voice. His soul was weeping tears of joy and eyes quenched their thirst to get a glance of Último. He was overwhelmed and quickly got off from the bike to meet Último. But his fortune wasn’t so great to fulfil his wish without the offer of blood. Someone kicked him from his back. He fell upon the railing, his collar red by his b

An old man sitting beside him, gently with his soft fingers wiped his tears. He seemed to be kind and sober. A cute little alleviating smile was lit on his face. Vez’s head was paining but still, he found it comfortable to speak to that man. The man took Vez to his car to aid him. The hospital was quite far and Vez’s condition wasn’t too intensive, thus he asked Vez about Ultimo. He questioned, “I often observed you and Ultimo walking down the park, how you became friends?” Vez answered but rather in the form of a story. He started “Our ego created a barrier for friendship, Yes! We both were rivals, We never talked to each other, we sought to displace each other, each and every time we wasted no chance. But all lasted till that day” he had a pause and with deep reflection in his eyes, he started again “We both were getting on for a party after matricula. We both went easily but while returning he was down in dumps as left out and me only was left. I jumped in joy cause I had a bik

And he broke up. He was sitting under the same tree and his eyes fell on Ultimo. One glimpse of his friend painted the town red. He sprung explosively with an outburst of happiness and called out “El it's me, Vez”. But these badges of happiness shrunk into the hole of grief as Ultimo moved down without replying. Vez started chasing him. And suddenly, he fell into a pit. Vez got wounded. He hurt himself on his head and was lying barely alive His eyes closed gently. Besides his eyelids, sighted the glimmer of his smile and reminded him of an incident. Long ago, in the initial days of matricula, the mad duo while riding through a rasp, Vez’s toe was stuck inside the spoke of a bike and was badly hurt. The blood dripping from the toe terrified Ultimo. He tried his best to mend it. He aided the toe. The day was about to break and they walked the way to Vez’s home. As cycling proved to be more harmful to Vez, he preferred to walk. The next day with the first speak of hen Ultim

Both the friends sat beneath the tree Putting hands on hands, talking to the breeze. Talked about the way they walked In the friendship that made them tired.  Pained others’ hearts with deep cuts But bled the friendship deeply hurt. The bitter cry of heart made them laugh together, May their friendship last in dreams forever. The breeze blew, the sun glowed and flowers woke when the friendship came to an end. The way that the two friends Ultimo and Vez walked was not too long but rather too deep. This depth can only be attained in dreams but not was expected to break like the journey to a La La Land. Both walked down the street to Ultimo’s house, touched with a bit of nostalgia their tears were speaking, remembering the sweet memories and they were dumbstruck with the grief of separation. In front of the house of Ultimo Vez waved his hands. They had them party at night and got back to their houses. The next day everything was as usual, but there wasn’t the f

‘Once in a blue moon’ my eyes noticed the dining table graced by the eatables placed on it. Designed meticulously with woods of teak, embossed with diamonds and with all other necessities that made it my privilege to have breakfast on it. But I felt of being made ‘Scapegoat for a cause’, well I guessed that. The appetizers smelt so delicious that my mouth started watering. I started eating, I made sure that I halved the work of the maid. I also tried to save water by licking my fingers! Then, while gazing at the stars and their mystic beauty my ears heard the voice of a bold man. It was not a man, it was an alien. It was tall and with hair of black, he himself dropped inside. I felt a bit uncomfortable.  The man came straight and crouched on his knees. He asked me to head to the ceremony. After being treated so well, graced with good ideas I continued. I was led to a stage. A large crowd was around the stage all were in joy, as I came in front, they greeted me with cheerful faces