|| शरारत ||

कद ६ फुट 

सीना ५६ इंच

उम्र २६ साल ९५ दिन

इसको  छेड़ दूँ

उसको  छेड़ दूँ

पूरी दुनियां छेड़ दूँ  ।

आँखों में शरारत

दिल में बेचैनी

दिमाग सोच में

क्या कैसे किसको कब छेड़ू !

हर समय चलता एक विचार

किसको बनाऊ अगला शिकार

कौन है मेरा सानी यहाँ

एक ही हुआ है मुझसा यहाँ !

सबको हँसाने का है ज़िम्मा मेरा

सच बोलके या झूठ

कौन करे इसकी परवाह ।

कोई हँसता

और कोई रुठ जाता

कोशिश में इसकी

कभी कभी हू मैं  हार जाता ।

पर कोशिश नहीं छूटेगी

एक दिन ये दुनिया याद करेगी

वो जो हँसाता भी था

और साथ में मारता भी था ।

Tacky Imprints !!

Sob Sob.

"Why Aniket? Why?", teacher asked furiously.

"Why did you hit Rahul?", but came no reply. 

She dismissed both of them from the class for that hour.

( Next day )

Sob Sob.

"Mam, he again bullied me.", Rahul said crying.

"Aniket", teacher shouted at top of her voice.

"I warned you yesterday not to repeat this again na?", and she tried threatening him not to do that again.

They both were again dismissed for the hour.

( Next Day )

"Aniket!!!!", even today Rahul complained being beaten by him.

"Why do you have to hit Rahul everyday? How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? This is too much now."

The teacher was in a fix now what to do. It was becoming a daily nuisance for her now. Everyday she warned them both but one could clearly see that it had no impact.

She was unable to make out the reason for such beatings between both of them. As they literally had no issue of rift between them for such violence to take place daily.

Transfixed, she ordered Aniket,"Alright, ask your Father to meet me tomorrow during school hours positively".

She had thought that this might be enough to surface some fear on his face but the person who did get scared off was Rahul and not Aniket.

Today even he stood there, cool and calm, listening to the scoldings of the teacher .

( Next Day )

( In the Staff Room )

"Good Afternoon Madam.", said a husky voice.

The teacher looked up from the copies she was correcting to see Aniket's Father standing along with him.

"Yea, Sir. Please have a seat. The reason I called you for is, your son has a daily activity which is really annoying".

"Everyday in the recess time, he has to slap Rahul. Sir, I want you to ask your son the reason for such violent act as I have already tried my best to discover the reason but have always failed."

"I can't let this happen anymore because his parents are complaining to me every then and now to take serious actions against your son, so if please you could make him understand that whatever he is doing is just not done.", teacher completed the whole drama story in one go.

"Why did you slap Rahul?", now the interrogator was his Father, so keeping quiet seemed to be a bad idea.

He tried answering but words just won't come out.

"Answer me, why did you hit Rahul ?", this time a more threatening voice was heard in the staff room.

For a moment even the teacher got scared, but then came the reply.

"I love to see the imprints of all my fingers on his face after slapping him", came the innocent reply.

Smita 

What's on your mind ?

Entering Username : *******@gmail.com    
Verifying password : *******
And I logged
into my Facebook account

1 poke,15 notifications,
10 new friend requests
and some 300+ recent updates.


Click click click
comment crap crap crap
And to exacerbate the tiredness
Popped up some serious crap.
 
My ex had made an update.
with his status going from
being "single" to " in a relationship".

I felt betrayed,
cheated again .
Thought of writing,
"You ruined me,
wish now you too get
some taste of this pain!

Eventually,all that I updated
read,"Bless you"
But I couldn't post it
as the screen had gone blue !

It froze there for a moment
something moved
and I saw the
what's on your mind space
getting a tooth !

"You, yes you.
Why don't you just share ,
what you have on your mind?
Rather than every-time,
erasing the thing
that you had just typed"

Startled to see
the inanimate thing speaking
I just sat there
letting it do
what I was actually thinking !

"You were a bastard
a pain in an ass.
you never loved me,
but i always loved you,
you jackass ! "

"Now you are hooked up
with some bitch.
Hope you soon realize
that my love for you
wasn't a hitch !"

The updates were made
and the loser was online.
He read and disappeared forever,
in less than no time !


I was happy
probably on cloud nine
because finally I had spoken
what was on my mind !

 [ I am not good with words to form something called a poem, but I can always try ;) Hope Shocketry's inventor and the admins here don't block me after reading this ;) :D Sorry Guys. Please do forgive me ]

Smita

http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/ 

 

 

The Final Revenge

The Dark Lord was not happy. no, not one bit. I could see the anger in those menacing eyes. I stay as far from him as i can, unless am summoned. Tonight he is in a rage. Somebody messed up.

It was a killer night. The whistling of the winds added to the chill of the night. He was plotting, he was planning. That, i could guess as much. I am a death-eater. Not by choice, but by submission. And in his presence, even i could feel the blood freeze slowly in me.

The Dark Lord turned and stared. Straight at me. I forgot the fact that he could read minds. For a moment that stretched to eternity, his eyes scanned the depths of my mind. I made my resolve stronger as much as i could without breaking eye contact.

Hours passed before he made a move. He was the hunter tonight. Someone was going to die. He was going to destroy what couldn't be his. I followed my master as he made his way through the dead forest. The moonlight didnt touch him. Wherever he went, only death followed.

A creak. A dry twig snapped somewhere in the distance. 

Lord Voldemort raised his wand and muttered, AVADA KEDAVRA!!!! twice!

Two thuds. Two bodies fell. Pinocchio and Michael Jackson lay lifeless on the ground.

The Dark Lord walked away. The master got his revenge for his botched up nose-job.