As he stepped inside, he found the house in mess, soiled utensils lying over the floor, unwashed clothes lying in the corner, television was turned on and there was no human in sight. He instantly called his wife who was near the car. She came running after hearing is trembling voice. She saw the house situation and thought may be it was that one cat who comes to there house everyday. But again after seeing TV on she definitely knew it wasn't cat or something, they both went in and turned on all the lights. They scanned all house to get the culprit, but they couldn't find any culprits down floor.
Later they started moving towards upstairs,, there eyes was filled with fear, holding each other hands they were stepping lil lil ahead When they reached upstairs room they heard weird notices and they both followed it silently. Slowly they opened a door of one room, Suddenly lights were turned on without them touching the switch. As soon as this happened they heard a familiar voice, when they turned back BOOM a ballon popped up Wishing them happy 25 anniversary.
Then they knew it was prank by there cousin's and children's.
"When I was a child my grandparents had told me that there was something mysterious about the house they live in. Growing up I believed that it was a joke or story that they narrated in order to fascinate me.
Now they are not with us , they left us with those incomplete information and now it was my turn to find out wht my grand parents were talking about. So I returned to their house with curiosity and hoping to find something interesting.
Now when I think about my childhood days in this house, they are clearly unusual. Some times I dreamt myself falling of a cliff. Sometimes I dreamt of car accidents which were about happen in our colony and so on.
I entered the house. As it was dusty, I asked the cleaner to clean it and once when it was done I went in. I sat on the sofa resting my head and thinking wht might be there in this house.
I explored around the old house ,feeling through objects, tracing the room and remembering my old childhood days. I accidentally dropped an artifact which was hanging on the wall. When I went ahead to place it ,I felt some difference. The wall was not as sturdy. I explored by tapping it a little and it turned out to be a thin wall. Then I was searching for the key but it was opened through some technique and since I was very interested in solving puzzle, I opened it easily.
When I went in, I was recalling some of my old memories which I had lost during accident. As soon as I started recalling, my head started to ache due to lots of information flowing simultaneously. So I left the place opened and returned to living area for a slight nap. Then I predicted tht thing was a time loop which connected me to my young and lost self and it also wanted to convey something to me.
Again after sometime I returned to the same place. This time I was confident to take all the information at once. So when I went in I recalled all of them which included my family's death from the accident, and my grand parents death. I found out that I was the cause for all those things which happened to my family. I killed my own grand parents since they didn't hear me out and tht accident happened to my family cause I made them lose control while driving.
After recalling all these things I pitted myself and went to the police station to surrender.
Happy independence day to all indians out there. Caged Bird = girl Thts what I thought you can relate it to anything. This is the soo far things comes to my mind when I thinks about independent India so I wrote it. I don't evn think it's in the form of poems but it's fine. Once again happy independence day
#grandmother First of all its just a story. Its not related to my real life. I wanted to convey how mentally people pressurize on others. So I wrote what ever came to my mind. I m not sure whether it's a poem or prose.
She was the one who left, But I am the one in pain Who knows... What was the last word I said to her?
She left just like that, Into her newfound land Away from this world, Away from the misery of this reality.
It is not the same without her, It is like getting lost in a familiar place.
People say that They know how it feels... But no, they don't !!! They show their condolence And say.... Time will help in healing this wound But no...... it does not! Time does not help in reconstructing the other half of my heart.
So next time, I want to be the one to die, To make her realise, How much pain I am suffering. And yes I am selfish And I don't care .
Losing someone gives unbearable pain and I have seen someone who felt that pain. It really requires a courageous heart to face reality once again. #mirakee#pain
I want to live death just like I lived my days of eternity- lying below the stars. I want to hear my last breath being dragged away by the conspiracies or theories of the universe, gasping for life. I want to live death just so I could create a poem out of it. I want my death to be poetic, if not painful. Along the metaphors, as it plays around while waiting for the clock to bring the right tick and the syllables align, creating clashes among the rhymes. And a sunflower brewing up in the brightest of yellow from the remains of my deceasing body. When my soul reaches salvation leaving behind my ruins of skin and bone, I want it to hold my heart desiccating beyond the shallow rib cage taking long enough to give up the last, faint string of my existence into dust. The theories I've been honing mind with- theories of science and religion, I want to see them failing and breaking along with the atoms of my body, I want to fade away to an alternate universe while I await for my unfulfilled destinies to hang upon me.
Heyyy everyone. Hope you make it out of everything you can't speak up about. Sending love and strength. Plus, you are worth everything❤ Thank you for your precious reads everyone. I love youuu too. @miraquill I miss Mirakee but nonetheless, grateful (5)