Guilt Trip

I.


“Let’s go on a trip”
He heard him say.. Him, his eternal best friend, driving the car through a road unknown, a land unknown…
They were laughing and speeding through a dense forest..
Wait a second! This is a familiar forest he thought to himself..
Where are we
That’s when he saw it, the cabin by the lake..
An old house it was made of wood. A century old maybe, still stood firm..
But how could it? Didn’t I…?
He found himself walking now. Deeper into the forest. The night was getting darker..
He felt, fear starting to grip his heart..
Suddenly, a shadow ran past them and for a fleeting moment came up to his own face staring straight at him..
A burnt, yet a beautiful face
It disappeared
He remained stunned!

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

He heard someone,somewhere cry..
His head started spinning.
He saw then,when he had seen them,”the happy couple” together, the last time..
Everyone is fucking happy, No one cares, letting me suffer alone..
He walked up to them.Started running when they stared..
Anger burning his cheeks, he continued thrashing,like a man possessed,
He ran with all his might..his feet killing him but he didn’t care. He had to run…
There it was the fire, the fire that burnt away every last bit of his sin..
He ran with the rod in his hand and jumped into a pool.
A pool of cold dirty water..
It was a mistake, he started crying,
If only he could… Why didn’t he just…Why? Why did he have to?..
He cried and cried and suddenly found himself, in a dense jungle,with his friend face to face, looking him straight in the eye..
He knows! But How could he?
It was the perfect plan.. Yet the anger was evident

WHY? WHY DID YOU?

His friend screamed.. he had the bloody rod in his hand,
I Am sorry, sorry for this, he cried

*Bang*

He was dead.
Collapsing into complete darkness for a split second….

II.

…Only to wake up in a tent,in reality.He was confused but realized soon,
Where he was, with Whom he was, and
Why.
He checked the gun lying by his pillow.

“BAD DREAM?”

He noticed his best friend, from the dream, sitting by his bed side with his hands in his pocket..
All he could do was muster a half guilty smile and ask,
“Did not sleep?”

“NO, I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO WAKE UP!”

Just then he noticed a photograph placed on his blanket..He picked up the pic,squinting his eyes to focus better..
he saw it!
He knew what it meant!
A cold sweat trickled down the side of his face, his mouth ran dry..
He knows it for real!

“WHY? WHY DID YOU?”

His friend shouted,crying,slowly pulling his hand out of his pocket holding a gun..
A moment passed.
He turned towards his crying friend, looking him straight in the eye,
all this while reaching for his own gun,
smiled suddenly and said,

“Let’s Go on a trip..”

They clicked.

*BANG*

One shot rang.
One slept peacefully, the other one tripped…
The choices they made.

THE END

Stolen Kisses 

Their eyes meet, as their friends surround,
smiling a smile which no one notices..

It was on one such night,long before, their hearts had met,
Fooling around,
behind the back of their closest of friends..

They loved, living this secret which no one knew about,
Stealing kisses,when no one was around

It felt beautiful..As beautiful, as her smile..
As beautiful, as the curl of her hair, that flirts with her eye..

But only few weeks they had left, they knew,

Everything was going to change.

“Is it worth it?”, he thought

The question to which she answered, by walking towards him,
and hugging him silently for the rest of the night..

Memories meant more, than logic!

LOVE

And just when he thought things couldn’t get any better,
she smiled at him, inviting him.
He kept down his drink and made his way across the floor,
to meet the beautiful one.

More than words ever could, their eyes spoke a language
that echoed through generations,
their forefathers had been bitter enemies; turned in their Graves,
Impossible, they thought, for their bloodline to mix.

So together, after decades, they hatched a plan to ruin
their great-great-great grand children’s night..
be it the spilling of drinks, or distractions plenty..
stepping on toes, to shove and push on the dance floor..

but to their surprise, all this just made them blush and giggle..
brought them closer.

As they stepped out, on to the empty street, holding hands,

their forefathers knew,

love had destroyed their hate..