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 Oct 2018 emnabee
Shruti Dadhich
Despite of intuitions of something wrong,
She went out on her daily late eve walk,
& took her phone along,
To get a nice company & someone to talk,
As she took a few steps,
& went out of her street,
After having a doubt,
& choosing a new way
that day,
She heard the dogs crying aloud,
& she knew it wasn't a good omen,
But she couldn't understand a thing & took step to that new way she didn't know when?
As she entered the street,
A nice perfume did her nose surround,
But she saw nobody around!
Suddenly street lights burst out,
& she gave a loud shout!
She switched her phone's flashlight,
But her fully charged phone suddenly showed "battery low!"
She now listened a whistle & as she looked backward she saw him giving her a bow,
He the one with that nice perfume,
& the conversation did he resume,
He looked directly in her deep brown eyes,
With his strange shimmering green eyes,
& said,
" Hey young lady!
I'm hypnotized by your beauty... "
"What!!!" She said with a little anger,
"I, I meant to say,
Why did you come here & when,
Can't you see it's about to rain!!!"
She looked at the clean sky & shining stars,
But suddenly she saw lightning,
heard thundering,
& the dark clouds captured the sky,
Before she could understand a thing,
The big water drops fell upon her head which those cruel clouds did bring,
Surprised she suddenly asked,
"It seriously rained, how?"
He took her milky white hands in his snowy ones,
& took her to a cottage nearby,
& said, "This one is my!"
She tried to take her hands out of his,
But he didn't leave,
She looked at his shiny strange green emerald's eyes,
But the shine was burnt in the fire of lust,
Now all left there was the hunger & fire of lust,
She tried to release herself but all in vain,
& she was feeling a strange pain,
He kissed her snowy white nervous hands,
He kissed her blushing cheeks,
He kissed her cheery lips,
He tries to arise all the lust present in her,
& she was filled with tears,
& his touches & eyes,
Enlightened the same fire,
the same desire,
in her eyes,
& they started shining so bright,
& together did they spend the whole night...
Her sleep was disturbed,
When her phone ringed,
She took it up,
It was her friend,
"Hey where are you? Be quick!
If we are late again, Principal will lead us to our end..."
She was numb,
She was shocked,
She was lying undressed in someone else's bed!!!
She remembered last night's incident,
She looked after the strange host,
& saw a portrait where it was written,
"Sir Joseph D. William
(1898-1937)"
She was shocked & thought,
"How is it possible, was he a human or a..."
But the reality was now the host was gone,
The things left were
the unanswerable questions,
the unrealistic memories,
the unbelievable reality,
& she...
...along with that mysterious pleasant smell,
with a great fear,
& nothing to tell...
I thought of it when I went on my late eve walk on my roof, & felt the terror all around me, I saw the sky filled with that black & red color together, & felt the devil all around me, & wrote this...
You can take him as anything but for me he is a ghost with some unfulfilled desires, cause I believe in ghosts & such negative powers...
 Oct 2018 emnabee
Sally A Bayan
Sun is setting.....the dark rushes in,
from its bright orange glow,  a pale
tint of  orange turns fast to  bronze
gray, like metal.....suddenly, there's
that powerful whistle!.......suddenly
what matters, is to count the hours
'til whistle sounds its leaving, on its
way into the open sea...as a million
stars...graciously take over the sky

grip relaxes........hand lets go of old photos
candle light flickers, moth dances in circles
"no rain, please," a whisper, like  soft wind
blowing.....the heart leaps each time a boat
arrives, heart breaks when the whistle tells
of departure....the whistle...haunts this sad
soul...swaying trees, wooden walls, in their
own ways, listen....lizards rarely knock, the
cicadas stop their night songs......as dweller
withdraws from an old self, from an old life.
hushed wailings melt bits of pain...it's hard
to forget a life lived solely....for one's selfish
interests....a family abandoned...a lost voice
talks to God....of repentance....and of regret,
for years of straying, for precious time lost
an errant human being, longs to be  within
family circle again....the hugs....the giggles
baby's cheeks......the warmth of loved ones
they're a thousand reasons.....to reconsider
babies have grown up....people are weaker.
wind whispers their names under the fiery
sun...but, mostly.......in the still of the night.

"God, who would want me back?....why didn't
you let me? there at the gorge, or the stream?"

how many futile attempts had there been?
how many more boats must come and go?
how many more sunrises....sunsets to see?
one cannot.....could never escape from life
how does one learn to accept....to forgive?
when?...how....does one forgive one's self?

sleep didn't come.......faint dawn light peeps
through clearing clouds...the owner, the old
man is back, brought a daily.....with a photo
of the dweller...reportedly missing for years
a contact number, and a reward...offered for
precious information...the old man knew, he
too, was lost once.....he understood the need
offered the old cottage....to help another lost
soul, find himself again.....took long, but this
new, overwhelming courage has taken over!
dweller hurried.....then, hugged the old man
a God-given friend...in his darkest moments
the boat arrives by noon......sails before dark,
..........finally, to take the dweller...back...........
.............................. H O M E ..............................

Sally


Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 28, 2018  (Pacific time)
...a sequel to The Cottage, The Gorges and The Stream
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