The power of Pen

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 t...

My mind is ridden by questions when I am asked to introduce myself.  I mean, Why do these hypothetical boundaries limit me or confine me to a particular area, to a particular hierarchy given a particular "TITLE", to a group of followers, to a nation, to a state or just to an extent of limitation. People say "You belong to..." But I know that I belong to 'me'. Me belongs to 'Limitless Thoughts". And thoughts belong to 'Fearless Action'. But Actions are limited, Thoughts are consumed and Me is condensed in this world of boundaries. The people who say these are those who preassume their power to control a person or mainly a young mind and their authorities the superior and need to be followed by whom they want. They govern the newborn minds and limit their way of thinking. They limit their mind to think freely. Before the man is on a mission, guns are raised over his head, right to shot his creativity. These ideas are passed from ge...

I fell down and fainted. When I opened my eyes, I found myself on a bed which was placed inside a room. The room was like a glass jar, surrounded by pale red lamps the outer space was totally visible through the glass walls. The lights were so dim that I was not able to see the kinds of stuff clearly. I stood up from my bed and paced towards the left corner. The rare view of the solar system and its neighbours held me spellbound. The night sky adorned by the twinkling stars, floating planets, flying comets and burning sun controlling all under his heating power like the oldest of all wise. The moon glowed so soft as if was calling me for a convincing ride. They all were just waiting for me and for my answers. I  wish that the dangers would not have chased me in that situation, then I  never had to think to prevail my steps on the moon, appealing for the ride. But I had to find the answers to many questions. I felt the sound of some footsteps nearing to me. Besides the ...

As I stepped outside, I was dumbstruck. Oh, what a scene it was, so adorable, so charming, captivating, mesmerising and elegant, really I was astonished. The moon was coming out of the trees, the dark sky was searching for it with immense anxiety and this play was enhanced and graced by the stars. Though not the stars were little but still helped to make the situation more dramatic. I  pulled myself out from the dream world to my topic of interest. I headed towards the forest, my childhood friends were welcoming me. Each flower was trying to stop me but the strong feeling of discovering something new ruled out my mind. But I was busy chasing the smoke.  Finally, I reached out the place from where the smoke was evolving. I was breath struck by the smoky air. The smoke slowly faded away, I was enthusiastic and this occurs “Once in a Blue Moon” I saw an unearthly object or probably a UFO. It was really exotic, I never had found this type of stuff in the science-fiction nor in t...

         Twas a Sunday night and I was preparing for my speech. All were fast asleep, Tom my younger brother was counting stars. His face exhibited the frustration when he used to mingle between two's and three's. Lucia my new sister in her usual habit of getting attention, was looking at me with her hopeful and mesmerising eyes which held me spellbound for a while. But the determination to get the first prize by defeating my 'Popular Friend' Joe, filled me with power and took me out from the sweet witch's trap. I sat at the table and started preparing myself for the awaited opportunity. I moved up and down with my feelings wherever required. I thought to take a break when the clock struck '12:00 A.M.'. I went for coffee towards the fridge. When I took the cup, I heard a loud sound, of a crash probably. I peeped through the window and I saw a strange smoke evolving from the Jungle.    Oh! my favourite place where I spent my childhood days. Fo...