The Darkness

The Misunderstood One.

Pravarthika's log

O the creatures of this earth,

Tell me about your life.
Tell me how you lived,
Tell me how you live,
Tell me how you will.
How do you do without begrudging your life?
Cause this life,
Makes me feel I’m no good to live.
Do I have a purpose?
Do I have a cause?
Even if I do,
I do not belong to
What I do to do.
Will I get to my right place?
Will I get my right space?
To do what I want to do.
Must I do good in what I do?
Should I hate what I want to do?
Or should I love what I do to do?
Should I regret who I am?
Or should I bloom on who I am?
Do I need these failures?
Do I need them to do?
Why do they stop me
From what I want to do?

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A Love Story? – Chapter Nineteen

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As I’d said, I just can’t let the memories of that morning fade away so easily. It was a morning that altered too much in too little time. It was the morning I found someone who was intellectually compatible with me. A person who thought of the world in shades of gray, not black or white, not men or women but as a human being.

Sadly, pain always triumphs happiness and sadness always triumphs smile. That is reality, no matter how much we’d like to believe otherwise. We’d been smiling for a while by then and in those moments, it did felt as if the time was blazing away. But once we were past my terrible jokes, once my terrible humor felt face down and faded away, the pain and frustration did returned, this time with a vengeance.

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All I can recall, a room of emptiness,

In my thoughts, lost and all alone,

My days all gone,

For all that I was and for all that I ever will be,

I’ll be scarred, naked and striped of my heart,

In my heart, I’ll wait,

In my words, I’ll breathe your name,

All alone.

I’m blessed with pain,

My ripped heart, all torn, discarded.

In an endless sea,

In this dark black room,

Drifting, floating, lost without direction,

All alone.

Wasted shadow,

Sailed away from me too, in a storm of confusion.

My burden, I cannot tell any of it apart,

Just give me back my world,

My shattered sun, my torn nights,

My suffocating air,

Which left me,

Never to return.

Nothingness, relent and scream,

My candle of life exhausted.

Eternally damned, I confess,

I gathered darkness for so long,

Forgetting myself in the storm.


Inspired via Daily Prompt: Willy-nily

Where Dragons Dwell

It has been a long time since I’ve shared my terrible taste in music, so to keep the jury well fed, here is a truly epic live performance of “Where Dragons Dwell” by Gojira, the most underrated band in metal history. The only band who sounds even better live than in studio. Oh, the double bass.

A Love Story? – Chapter Eighteen

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“I do not, I, uh, I do not, but I just can’t stop feeling like there is a part of me that does belongs to her. See, I told you I feel guilty for a reason. Maybe I did cheated on you, after all.”

“How? I mean I, uh, I don’t understand why do you feel you cheated on me. You didn’t slept with her, right??

“No, not about any of…” my voice trailed away. I didn’t know how to verbalize it, so I just simply decided to give up and said, “Would you mind if we talk in the morning?”

I would have understood if she would have said no but then again, she was the least judgmental one, wasn’t she, so she simply said, “Sure.”

And as I fell on my side of the bed and settled, staring at the ceiling fan, my thoughts drifted back to the morning Sandhya cried, the morning we cried together. How could I put the memory away and find my way back to the normal again. What the hell is normal anyway? These thoughts were something I couldn’t control. They were finally emerging from the darkness a little. My eyes had long adjusted to the darkness and yet it felt as if they were burning.

On that particular morning, once our false sense of comfort was shattered with the reality of Sandhya’s confessions, wait, why were they confessions? She wasn’t guilty of anything. All burn out one day. Her innocence was destroyed, the asshole who did it lived his life the way patriarchy allowed him to. Afforded him to. And yet Sandhya was broken. How was that justice? How was that humanity?

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A Love Story? – Chapter Seventeen

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Night had fallen. faded darkness, and no hint of anything else. A gentle draft flowed in the otherwise dark room and sent a chill running down my spine. The night had started to get cold.

Harriet B Stowe once said, “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and for deeds left undone.” These were the words that kept going through my mind as I was lying on my bed, gazing at the night sky through the window. It was a beautiful night, the sky was mostly clear with spots of stars twinkling here and there, becoming spotlight in the dark for forsaken souls. It did look like a storm was coming from north, maybe in few hours. Mine was already there.

“What is wrong, Atul?”

“I don’t know, Radhika, maybe you know, uh, you know, just forget I said anything, alright?”

“How long are you planning on keeping whatever is eating you from the inside? You do know, you can tell me anything. Isn’t that the point, dear?” She replied with a dead serious look in her eyes.

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Reference Images for Landscape Sketchbook #1

Well, since the time I started this blog, I’ve been focusing more on my writing, (Psst, 102 posts and only 9 sketches) than sketching. So, I’ve planned that tonight I’m going to do some quick thumbnail sketches using few reference photos that I had taken yesterday and maybe, then we’ll see which one would be appropriate for a finished ink sketch.

As, I work primarily with black ink, all the images are converted into grayscale. If you would particularly like to see one of this get converted into a sketch. Let me know. So far, I’m planning on the first one.

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And the Winner of The Six Word Story Challenge is…

This week’s entry, “Being an idealist, everything seemed broken,” finished on 2nd place. Let me extend my thanks to anyone who voted for me.

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

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Happy Friday Storytellers!

How quiet was this week’s Six Word Story Challenge without trE? I can’t remember a single weekly challenge without an entry from that sassy, fun-loving WordPresser. I am going to miss her story entries and words of encouragement to all other authors. I hope she comes back to blogging one day soon!

For now, the poll is closed and your votes have been counted. There can be only one winner and this week the victorious story is one that plays on a sad, continuous loop through so many people’s lives.

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A Love Story? – Chapter Sixteen

I’m exhausted. Forty five hundred words in one day. Phew, man, I should get a noble prize. Well, few clarifications, I wrote this chapter in one hour and I do not have the strength to sugarcoat and ornate every line. So, bear with me for this one. After all, all these chapters, they are first draft for something bound to be great. Oh, I just cannot stop. Narcissistic Piece of…. You fill the gap.

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I had just finished typing and putting my phone on the coffee table when the creek of the staircase made me realize the reality with which my confrontation was inevitable. Radhika was coming upstairs. The moment of truth. We all look for certain something, to fill that void, you know, but my silent friend, nothing in the world can fill the emptiness that is left by someone close. It’s a hard reality but one we need to keep in touch with. The way to move on is to know when that reality sets in. That was the moment it was meant to happen for me and Radhika.

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