sharp curious eyes
a pigeon appraises me
my soul left naked
* Written for Carpe Diem Daily Haiku Meme.
juvenile, a little kid prancing around
playing along with his sharp ingenious mind
treading on an illusionary firm ground,
he fabricates a hero, powerful kind,
causes him to brawl against callous people
who would pester and mock him at his cripple,
he became the hero himself, set to fight
in that imaginary world of his sight
The rusty door creaked open.
“The house seems to be abandoned since forever.”
“It is spooky.”
“I like spooky things,” he held her hands grinning like a fool, which she adored and entered their abode for the summers.
“There will be so much work to do.”
“I have called for the workers. They will come tomorrow and make the place livable for us.”
They had reached the center of the lobby and took a look around at the ancient tapestry and crimson walls in the mid-afternoon light; the floor was bare but for a carpet bathed in dust and a grandfather-chair in a corner.
“This house is not haunted, is it?” she meekly asked.
“Oh yes it is.”
She gasped at the mad look in his eyes and that cruel smile, she had never seen before. She trembled from within as some red fluid appeared on his lips and he snarled.
She ran for the old rusty door but it was somehow locked. She hastily looked back but he was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh god… oh god…”
A loud banging sound resounded from somewhere. Tears appeared in her eyes, “Please save me… oh please!”
“What has happened to him?”
She crouched down still at that very position and felt a dull ache at her chest.
Some one was coming for her; she could hear the footsteps, soft but not silent on the carpet. They sounded distant. She was in a dream world; sweaty, her entire body numb but for the sharp pain at her chest and her ribs.
“Are you okay, darling?”
“I was just joking with some help from…”
She felt a soft touch on her face and she looked up at him, into his eyes, now completely normal, gazing at her with fear or was it love, she did not know. She closed her own eyes shut, never to open them ever again.
*Written for the Trifecta Challenge.
Under the star light, he silently moved towards her.
She was sitting on the pier, gazing at the ripples of water, appearing on the sea surface. They were on a vacation and he was in a weird mood all the time.
She heard his voice and looked back. He had a sharp knife, clenched in his left hand with a mad look in his eyes. She was speechless, her mouth gasped open. Coming back to her senses, she shrieked.
She wailed a long cry for help.
Lights switched on and people came pouring out, some spreading torchlight to brighten the night in front of them.
“Who was that?”
“Did you hear…?”
“Mom, I am afraid.”
“Hey, do you know?”
Rushing towards the location, they saw the entire scene; a mad man with a knife going to kill a young woman.
“Hey…,” a brave man moved ahead, talking to the man with the knife, “Throw that away. You can’t do anything to her now.”
“Throw it away.”
He threw it away.
“And what is in you right hand. What are you hiding?”
He brought his hand forward to show a chocolate cake, resting on his palm.
A wave of shock fell across the peering crowd and the muttering started again.
“It is for my wife. It is her birthday; so I brought across a cake for her to cut down under the celestial light. It was a surprise,” he meekly said and started to cry.
* Written in response of the Trifecta Challenge: Light