Dinner’s ready. She whispered from graveyard.
Month April 2016
Six Word Stories: #7
She died waiting; he never arrived.
Six Word Stories: #6
In wedding dress, she was cremated.
Six Word Stories: #5
Insomnia; she haunts him every night.
Six Word Stories: #4
Crumpled photographs. Memories within are dead.
Six Word Stories: #3
Love remained unfathomable within unsent epistles.
Six Word Stories: #2
Wrapped in satin, she hanged herself.
Six Word Stories: #1
He was tired of being loved.
Tamanna
I hurt myself,
‘Cause I’m poet.
Train Diary – 1; Dream v/s Reality
Train, when slowly arrives at the station, my heart fills with joy.
Whenever I arrive at this station, by the train, I can see her face wearing a beautiful smile.
It seems, for only me, her face appears at the station.
Today, in a crowd, I see that face standing immensely near.
The moment I extended my hand to caress her face, I woke up from my dream.
It is the same station; the same train. In a single breath, I rushed down the train and saw; it is the same crowd. But, her face cannot be seen.
My heart aches, as if part of my soul died.
Source of original piece of writing by Harshit Lalpura (in Gujarati language): ટ્રેઈન ડાયરી – 1
I have just translated it into English, on his request. 🙂
Tamanna 