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It flows in the blood
the soul, within
Restlessness.
A thirst.
The need to move on
wherever, life may lead.

The moments of love
and the things unsaid.
Whispers under the
starlit sky,
lazy mornings, tender
still, I can’t stay

Wandering into the
desert, endless.
Swimming to the deeper sea.
Away from the faces,
voices and
the sepia memories

Keeping the vows,
the promises,
I cherish.
Yet move on, I must
breaking the strings

Living life
to the fullest,
happy, in my skin.
Starting something new, everyday
and sometimes, finish.

© 2010 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is my own.

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Vengeance: Under 100 words

Have you ever watched helplessly as your family and friends get massacred?
Right in front of your eyes?

I did.

I was just a baby... I couldn’t do anything..

He killed them all.

Gassed them.
Beat them to pulp.

I don’t know how I survived. Perhaps you are stronger when you are young.

I wasn’t going to forgive him.
I had to keep the honour of my tribe...

There was a tiny column in the local newspaper after a few days.

“Man dies of Malaria in the suburbs of Mumbai”

Remember, you don’t mess with the Anopheles.

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© 2010 by Chhaya. All rights reserved

PS: the image is obviously googled :)

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