"White" [Murder Part-2]

The softness of white

And the boldness of red

That is where innocence is bled

Eyes Blind fold, Nervous smile

And with some words unsaid

Deep dark secrets, Scattered feeling

That is where love is shed

Butchers knife in frail hands

She is not the one to dread

Blood in eyes, Cursed soul

That is how she dropped dead

Endless rumors, false acquisitions

That is how she was misread

Unknown facts, masking games

That is how the culprit fled…

Read the First Part here: Murder

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"The Grey Zone"

“This is high.

It’s scary and it’s going to hurt a lot.”

He thought as he stood on the edge

Of the 30^th floor building

Tried some leaning

But was taken aback

He was unsure

His mind went blank

Some greys in his eyes…

The librarian who worked

At the same place for 20 long years

Stepped outside the main door

Locks, turns

Takes a few steps

Stops and turns back again

Checks the lock

And this is same

For everyday

Coz he couldn’t shake the greys of his mind

                               

A girl says, “I love you too”

And cut the call

Stood up and went to the mirror

Brushes her hair

A doubt in her eyes

As she looks

And asks, “Do I?”

Then heavily shook her head

To loose the greys of her mind

A man in his 60s

Looks at his grandchildren

Smiles and thinks

“I had a beautiful life”

But then something overcrowds his mind

With some flashback memories

He wondered

“If I could still get her back,

Is this the life I’d choose?”

For once he thought of-course

But then again, “Will I?”

He disputed with the greys of his mind

"Murder"

11:00 in the morning 

The phone buzzed

On his office desk

But he cared less

Checked after 15 mins

And the message read, "Come home" 

Followed by a picture

Red walls, dim lights 

Cream curtains and candles 

He recognized the room

But everything's new 

That's how they made up to each other

When fights got big

They made everything new

For a new start…

He rushed to his boss's cabin 

Sir I need a day off

Am going home

His boss stood up

And shook his hand 

With a smile

He went back to his desk

Looked for a flight 

9 at night

Nothings early then that 

Booked

Texted back

Am coming home

Rushed, packed 

Didn't eat

Bought flowers

Lilies, her favorite 

Everybody he met

Or anybody who called

He said

Am going home 

His smile in his eyes

2 am he landed

In the cab

All fidgety

He texted

About to reach

What would he say? What would he do?

How would he react?

Waiting for the lift 

The guard spoke it’s not working

Started taking the stairs

His heart racing

Rang the bell

Again and again

Placed his hand on the door 

It opened 

May be she saw him from the window

The hall looked different too

Everything's nicely set

And all red 

She never let him paint red 

He called her 

Kept calling as he looked 

Then stepped towards the bedroom

Imagining it as in the pic

Opened the door 

Red walls, dim lights

Cream curtains, candles

Cream bedsheets…

Soaked in blood

And she lay there

Her eyes watching the door 

There's hope in them 

He stood there

Couldn't move

His mind racing

Was she the one who texted him?

Did she want him home?

Did he get too late?

Is someone else still there? 

Chills... 

2 years he waited for this day

Never to be forgotten again.