Fiction - Journal de tueur en série
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Disclaimer - This may feel dark/gloomy so all happy go lucky are advised not to read further.
He had suddenly woken up, sweating all over, heart pounding like a heavy hammer; he thought he could feel every drop of blood being gushed in his veins. His mind took a smothering quick review of the ambiance, his eyes darting from one end to another; it was all normal. With a heavy suspire he brought his trembling hand to wipe off the sweat off his temple. He felt as if his face had swollen a bit in the sea of sweat.
His eyebrows tensed as he sneaked a view on his left. There she was, lying as calm in her sleep as a toddler, he sipped on to the whiff of her hair and closed his eyes to let it fill his lungs. Then slowly he opened his eyes and took a look at nowhere, deeply lost thinking about nothing.
His eyes again slipped on her face, he slided on the bed as his torso bent over her flower fresh flawless body. A tress of her hair ran across her face touching her lips, the veil of which just made them all the more desirable. A long trail of a dried river of tears contoured her shapely cheeks, the once wet eyelashes had got entangled between themselves as the fingers of two lovers holding on to each other. He slowly lifted the tress to put it aside as if it was obstructing the shine of the Kohinoor. His heart slipped a beat or two and a smirk filled his face. His hands slowly glided down and touched the waist of her and with same slowness came back to him as he turned slowly to look at me. His smirk just got wider and wider, and the blood on his hands made it all the more ghastly!
I woke up , sweating profusely all over, heart pounding like a heavy hammer; I could feel every drop of blood being gushed in my veins. My mind took a smothering quick review of the ambiance, my eyes darting from one end to another; just that it was not normal.It had been an harrowing dream since that blood clad summer. I had been happily married to an angel and we had the best of what life could have offered to us; all to be taken back by destiny when a serial killer had struck our home. He had been caught, sentenced to death and been erased off the memories everyone maybe, but not me. But I had done a sin greater than his, I had read his diary, where he had written about the cold murder.
End Note: Can you carry the story further? If yes, write it in the comments
Girl in bed
Boy in bed
Labels: Fiction
posted by Jas @ 1:32 PM,
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Amazing Ghazal by Rafi (1963)
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Soulful!jo baat tujhmein hai,
teri tasveer mein naheen,
tasveer mein naheen, jo baat tujhmein hai ...rangon mein teraa aks dhalaa, too naa dhal sakee,
saanson kee aanch jism kee khushboo naa dhal saki,
tujh mein, tujh mein jo loch hai meree, tahreer mein naheen
tahareer mein naheen,
jo baat tujhmein hai,
teri tasveer mein nahee, teri tasveer mein naheen …bejaan husn mein kahaan, raftaar kee adaa,
inkaar kee adaa hai, naa ikraar kee adaa,
koi, koi lachak bhee zulfein girahgir mein naheen,
girahgir mein naheen,
jo baat tujh mein hai,
teree tasveer mein naheen.duniyaa mein koi cheez naheen hai teree tarah,
phir ek baar saamne ajaa kisi tarah,
kya aur ek jhalak meri taqdeer mein naheen,
taqdeer mein naheen.jo baat tujh mein hai,
teri tasveer mein naheen,
jo baat tujh mein hai.
aks = image, reflection
aanch = heat
loch = bending with ease, limber, lithe
tehreer = handwriting
Edited: Found the youtoob video!
Labels: Music
posted by Jas @ 7:25 PM,
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Kehte hain ki Ghalib ka andaz-e-byaan aur...
Friday, November 02, 2007
Har ek baat pay kehtay ho tum, ki tu kya hai;tumhi kaho ki, yeh andaz-i-guftagoo kya hai
Ragon mein daudtay firnay kay hum nahi kayal ;
Jab aankh hi say na tapka to fir lahoo kya hai
Ragon mein daudtay firnay kay hum nahi kayal;
Jab aankh hi say na tapka to fir lahoo kya hai;
chipak raha badan par lahu se pairaahan
hamare jeb ko ab haajat-e-rafu kya hai
jala hai jism jahan dil bhi jal gaya hoga;
Kuraidtay ho jo ab raakh justajoo kya hai
Har ek baat pay kehtay ho tum, ki tu kya hai;
rahi na taqat-e-guftar aur agar ho bhee
to kis umeed pay keh dain ki aarzoo kya hai;
Har ek baat pay kehtay ho tum, ki tu kya hai;
tumhi kaho ki, yeh andaz-i-guftagoo kya hai
Har ek baat pay kehtay ho tum, ki tu kya hai ...
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हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमाँ, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले
डरे क्यों मेरा कातिल क्या रहेगा उसकी गर्दन पर
वो खून जो चश्म-ऐ-तर से उम्र भर यूं दम-ब-दम निकले
निकलना खुल्द से आदम का सुनते आये हैं लेकिन
बहुत बे-आबरू होकर तेरे कूचे से हम निकले
भ्रम खुल जाये जालीम तेरे कामत कि दराजी का
अगर इस तुर्रा-ए-पुरपेच-ओ-खम का पेच-ओ-खम निकले
मगर लिखवाये कोई उसको खत तो हमसे लिखवाये
हुई सुबह और घर से कान पर रखकर कलम निकले
हुई इस दौर में मनसूब मुझसे बादा-आशामी
फिर आया वो जमाना जो जहाँ से जाम-ए-जम निकले
हुई जिनसे तव्वको खस्तगी की दाद पाने की
वो हमसे भी ज्यादा खस्ता-ए-तेग-ए-सितम निकले
मुहब्बत में नहीं है फ़र्क जीने और मरने का
उसी को देख कर जीते हैं जिस काफिर पे दम निकले
जरा कर जोर सिने पर कि तीर-ऐ-पुरसितम निकले
जो वो निकले तो दिल निकले, जो दिल निकले तो दम निकले
खुदा के बासते पर्दा ना काबे से उठा जालिम
कहीं ऐसा न हो याँ भी वही काफिर सनम निकले
कहाँ मयखाने का दरवाजा 'गालिब' और कहाँ वाइज़
पर इतना जानते हैं, कल वो जाता था के हम निकले
Labels: Music
posted by Jas @ 1:17 AM,
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