Maps

"The tragedy is not that the people do not love us but because we fall in love with those who are not able to love us."

"WHAT???" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The phone slipped from my hand. It fell down with a thud so loud that my heart skipped a beat. My eye sight blurred. The very thought of imagining her in that condition left me dead inside out.

Panicking was the only thing I could do - and did. I reached the spot in an impatient fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes were probably the most, the most, THE MOST longest fifteen minutes of my whole lifetime.

"Where's it? Where's it?" I asked every random stranger my eyes could see "Where's the fucking emergency room?" I couldn't keep sight of my direction as I was walking clumsily. Somebody held my hand and directed me towards that room - don't remember who that person was. I wish I could thank him - but I had better jobs to do.

I looked at her. Covered in blood. Her eyes as wide as a church door, but probably suggesting something completely opposite. The idea wasn't clear - my mind couldn't interpret it. I looked at her - and just couldn't stop looking. I could't and didn't think of anything. Didn't talk, din't believe, didn't ask, didn't move - just looked. My eyesight was blurred again as my knees lost the power to handle my weight.

Somebody picked me up, but I punched him. I was angry. This couldn't be happening. No, not at this time! Not when everything was going to be fine! Not when she promised me she'll be there. Not when I found my love. Not, just not now! I shouted, I cried, and she just looked at me - expressionless.

I felt dizzy. I punched the wall.

"This couldn't be happening!" I scream but my voice died inside my throat. Too scared to even reach her ears. "How the fuck did this happen? What happened to her!!! REVIVE HER! FUCKING DOCS!!"

I shouted, looked at the doctors, even pulled one's collar, the guards ran towards me to stop me. I punched one of them. Someone grabbed my left hand -  I kick him and fall to the ground as I hear the bullet pierce through my tibia. I cry. I cry. I cry. I look up, the bright light fade into darkness, The light bulb on the top wasn't bothering me any more.

I try getting up. I look at her. I want to touch her. I collapse.

***

No, I didn't die. No - I didn't lose consciousness. No I didn't faint. I collapsed. Mentally. All my brain cells were so tightly tangled inside - and on top of each other that I could't do anything about it. I was thinking, but couldn't move myself. I was listening - but couldn't respond. I was seeing - but couldn't believe.

I gathered all the strength I had, to get up. The blood loss wasn't bothering me. The guards had me on a a stretcher. I broke through them and just before slipping from my own blood  I managed to grab hold of the bed's corner. I get up. I look at her. Into her eyes - like I had never seen them.

They were telling me something. They were scared. They were't closed. They had fear. They needed someone to make them believe in life again. They needed somebody to love. They needed me. They loved me. They needed me. And when I'm here for her - she's not.

Now when I need her, she's not. Now when I need to re-believe, she's not here. Now when I need to love her, she's not here. Now when I'm giving it my hundred percent, she's not here. This is not fair. Life is not fair. It was never.

I finally fall on the ground for one last time. My eyes shut, and my heart beats dropped. Later, my body was placed right next to hers. I had to. I couldn't evade it. It was the promise I made to her. To be there for her till the end. It was the promise I made to myself. To be there for her, even after the end.

And after all, "I was just following the map that leads to you!"

Twisted Turbulence

“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.” ― Cassandra Clare

Sarcastically ironically probably,
The things she thought she said magnificently,
Scared scarred stared like a star,
Cautiously carefully cured by her chocolate bar,
Moved grooved huffed and puffed,
Lovingly lover love was who she loved,
Doubt crowd fear and tear,
Things she said saying sayings that I hear,
Ignoringly ignoring me like ignoring her ignore,
Knowing the knowledge she knows,
Winding wind winding around her skin as the wind blows,
Twisting turning tumbling and tossing she gets me in the bed,
She's a troublesome troublemaker causing troubling trouble in my head,
She's a twisted turbulence!
- Aekansh Dixit.

P.S: Just a random effort at writing something new. This blog was never meant for any poetry, but I felt like this is worth sharing, I guess. Hope you had a good read!

Sixth Sense : Concept or hidden truth?

"Woah! Is someone standing behind me? Or is it just my weird feeling! No wait... its my sixth sense, right?"

We have seen it in Spiderman as the "Spidey Sense", we have seen it in Superman, we have seen it in almost every super hero, but have we seen it in us? Actually, there has to be someone who actually felt this sense before and decided to make up a fictional character, and since Science proved us that we have only five senses, it was a instant hit!

Now what's weird is that, we ourselves feel this every now and then. How many of us had that weird feeling that some one is behind our back, or maybe the feeling of some one watching us, or that feeling that someone is looking into our direction, even though we are not looking towards them? All the questions have one and only one answer, its our Sixth Sense working for us!

Pretty awesome right? But obviously, this doesn't mean that we can pull out web from our hands, or probably circle around the earth.. that's all truly fictional folks! Scientist have been working real hard to prove this awesome feature of our body as a truth, and so far, its all good news. It seems to me that there is a pigment layer in our eyes which can sense small amounts of heat and presence around us, and via nerves sends messages to our brain.

Since we all know our bodies are made up of heat, this might sound convincing. But still, proves are to be handed! Well, we all do feel it at times, and most of the times, we end up seeing someone behind us. Science tells us that there are different ways to which different brains of different people react. Some are more sensitive to presence around us, while some do not feel any thing at all. It completely depends on the capacity and power of the brain. But, in general, the sixth sense plays an important role.

One thing should be taken care of here is, note that sixth sense should not be compared to visions. Both are entirely different concepts. I accept the fact that it would be fun to compare those two around some time later! Right now, sixth sense, is true? Or is just a fictional power?

Actually, its totally up to you to decide whether this is true or not. But I consider this to be a topic which needs a serious lift. How many of us have that feeling of guilt that some one is watching us when we are doing something wrong? Maybe its just the sub conscious mind working, or maybe... its the sixth sense playing a role again? The real surprise comes to us when we prove ourselves that some one was actually watching us! See, the whole point of this post is to help you decide whether you want to believe in this or not.

Next time when you feel that some one is standing behind you, or whether someone is looking at you, try giving a serious thought to this! Cheers!

Source(s): 
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20111105220849AA8OiWb
http://scienceblog.com/7036/brain-study-points-to-sixth-sense/
http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/institute_basic_biomedical_sciences/news_events/articles_and_stories/vision_blindness/200704_sixth_sense.html
http://www.wisc-online.com/objects/ViewObject.aspx?ID=AP14304