Showing posts with label A Set Of Centuries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Set Of Centuries. Show all posts

Friday, October 5, 2012

U: 100 words: Ultimate power






Ultimately she would have her way. He would be hers. He did not love her. But he would. Sooner or later. She had her charms. No man, had ever been able to resist her. And she knew that.

She wanted him. She knew he didn't love her. She wasn't sure if she did. But she was definitely attracted. No man had ignored her before. This man had dared to. Had the power to. She would strip him off this power.

He would fall hopelessly in love with her. And then, she would leave. Shredding his heart into pieces. Like always.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

100 Words: Suicide


Dear All

This is not a suicide note. This is a “the world does not need me” note. I have a philosophy- don’t stay where you are not needed. I cannot stay here. Not now. Not ever. I knew this would happen some day. I can’t focus anymore. I can’t even see this paper properly. My hand is shaking too much.
I don’t want to stay here any longer. It pains too much. I have been lying to the world all along. But I can’t lie to myself anymore. Please don’t mourn me.  That’s my only wish.

With love,
Kritika

Thursday, March 22, 2012

100 Words: Woman


She smiles.

She cries.


Birth. Cradle. Work. Cook. Clean.
Homework. Chauffeur.

She stays back. She stands up. She goes ahead.

Dries tears. Dries clothes.


She. Her.

Slapped. Snubbed.
Taboo. Trampled.
Left behind.

Dead. Not allowed to live.
Survivor.

Through broken hearts and broken bones.

Her kiss. Her lap. Her hug
Her passion. Her emotion.
Her song. Her dance.

Comfort . Softness.

Old. Young. New. 
Always New.

Fails. Falls. Rises.

Silence. Words.

She loves.

She hates.

Loony. Jealous. Possessive.
Lives through stereotypes.


Beautiful.



Rape.  Horror.Assault. Harassment


Virgin.


She lives. She is.


Dip her in hot water, she emerges strong.


Power. 

Friday, February 17, 2012

100 Words: Don't mention fear


It's hard to admit that I don't have the answers.  I had figured out what I want . But confused about how to go about it. I don't want to be.  

I am scared. I don't like not knowing where I stand. It's my biggest fear. 

I hate being vulnerable. Being insecure.

I think I will listen to one of my favourite songs.

"Heart, don't fail me now!
Courage, don't desert me!
Don't turn back now that we're here.."



Those are the words I need.

I will be brave. I won’t let anything take away my dreams. Not even me. 


Monday, January 30, 2012

100 Words: Hell


As I lie here dying I can only do one thing-smile. For I am not angry, nor sad. I am happy, you know. I will smile, even if it is the last thing I do. 

I have so much to say but I can’t speak. My throat is dry but no one can give me water. I am alone in the house that was once mine. All alone.

 All I wish now is for someone to hear my thoughts.

I’ll vanish without a trace and not a  soul will know my story.  Maybe it doesn’t matter. I wish it did. 


Sunday, January 29, 2012

100 Words: Distance


1772 kms. It is difficult to be practical, when in love. Crazy practical people in love. “Be strong. Be Patient.  When the going gets tough the tough get going” These are the words she repeats to herself. Like a chant.


The heart is already fond, it doesn’t need distance.


Today she has to smile. She does have a smile, plastered on her face. If you talk to her you may hear it in her voice.  She will be strong. For she knows someone needs her to be. As much as she needs him to be. 

Distance makes tough people tougher.