Rituals

The First Meeting With The Magician

I remember it very well

It was a really nice day.

I entered the cave with a mask in one hand and backpack on my shoulders.

When I walked through the entrance, I saw that the room was all empty, but for a bag sitting on the floor.

I opened it and found a notebook inside, it had no name though.

I found a grimoire after looking in another section of the bag. That grimoire had a name written.

The letters read Smith Pallett.

And then I started wondering…

Is it that Smith Pallett whom I often trouble for my spells?

Then there I was, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly a voice interrupted my thinking.

The voice said…

“Leave the way mate! My hands are full!”

Then with that said, I kept the book back where it belonged and got back to the work I was supposed to do..

We were preparing our ritual and then someone came in through the door.

It was a chubby guy with dorky glasses and wearing a soggy T-shirt.

Then that guy spoke something that sent me back to the same question I was dealing with.

The guy said…

“Hey Arnold, did you see Kevin?”

And then I started thinking again…

“This guy has to be Smith, who else would be looking for Kevin in this cave amidst the Wiccan festival? When Kevin is the other fellow member of the coven that Smith is a part of . The very coven Smith, Kevin, Richard and Priscilla started together.”

And then we went back to preparing for our ritual.

But that guy had something else in his mind, yes it is exactly what you were thinking, that guy decided to stay to see the ritual.

But even then we started with our ritual in his presence.

And right in the middle of the ritual, in the middle of the chantings, something went wrong.

Arnold read a spell wrong and he got burnt by the fire.

For us, the witches,  it was something that happens all the time.

But there was one guy who was panicking the most. It was the guy who decided to stay..

Arnold was really hurt, but we knew he will recover. After all he is the governor of the ritual.

But that guy was actually worried and started talking to Arnold.

In between, I overheard something. Something that turned my belief, my thinking, my deductions into reality.

I heard Arnold say Thanks Smith when he decided to take off.

Then I realised that I was right all along. It was the very Smith Pallett. The magician known for the coven he founded.

I decided to have a talk with the magician. After all he helped me with the spells, so what if our conversations happened via our owls.

Right when he was about to step out of the cave, I shouted…

“Atleast take your bag!”

And then I handed him his bag and then he said his first words to me…

“I’ve been searching for this bag all day long. Now the frog’s eye isn’t gonna jump into the cauldron itself.”

And then as I escorted him the two steps to the way out, I started speaking…

“Hey, by the way you know me, I am Ronald Gypsy.”

And then he said the words no great heretic would ever want to hear

“Ronald who?”

And then I had to reveal my pen identity to him. The one he actually knows and has helped in the past.

I said…

“Heretic Reborn remember?”

And then he finally remembered and said…

“Oh, Ronald. Of course I remember you. You’re the great heretic. Your spells are of great influence and power.”

And with that said, he ran down the path and disappeared into the woods.

Searching myself with the candle light

Living in this world, barely surviving,
Took a while, to figure out what I really want
Then an angel came in, turning me around,
And letting that very question haunt!

A similar question I used to ask myself,
But that was quite a long time ago,
The question is same, but the meaning isn’t,
And the answer itself denies to show!

There are people everywhere, telling me tales,
The one with the golden times and the one with blue,
The stories that I will always admire my own ,
For me, it happened to myself, I being true!

The people, the angel, they all comfort me,
They make me feel like it is what I am,
But I need to know, how it is supposed to be,
And what it is that God has added in my plan

This isn’t just a decision to make,
It’s a war, and against myself I fight,
I don’t have time and strength anymore,
It’s fading, it’s blurring under the candle light!

Why isn’t it real? 

Even when I am losing myself,
You make me feel like a winner.
When you accompany me gracefully,
To the candle light dinner.
Everything feels just so right,
With your voice and the whipped cream.
It would’ve been the best night ever,
If it weren’t just a dream.

We’re right there where we were once,
In the middle on your living room.
Again holding each other in our arms,
As if I am your husband, I’m your groom.
Binging some show on the screen,
Now and then with an occasional kiss.
Now that’s one of those dreams,
That you will never try to miss.

Finally came the moment that,
I’ve been waiting for so long.
Dancing with you in my arms,
On my favourite romantic song.
I can never forget that time,
I will never forget that feel.
But I’m just left questioning myself,
Why isn’t it real?

Smile on my Face

The feeling when you figure out what makes you happy!

We were walking on the streets,nothing much of a deal,
You keep on complaining about the dirty road in real,
You give me the chance to adore your beauty and grace,
You are the one who brings the smile on my face.

It’s past one and I’m dreaming about our last meet,
You wake me up with the voice so charming and sweet,
I feel so happy when you catch up on this romantic chase,
You never fail to bring the smile on my face.

We’re out for the movies and there nothing lacks,
You get scared right when it’s  the time of the climax,
You reach out for my arm and my embrace,
You became the reason of the smile on my face.

We were at your place and you were cooking some food,
Music was on and your body was moving smooth,
You are the glamour that makes my heart race,
Please be there by my side, as the smile on my face.

The day with you 

Yesterday I did something, that I wouldn’t do,
To go out with someone as lovely as you.
There was the biggest question in front me,
That is this what I need, and is it true?

It was a bit scary, as it was my first date,
Will you be the one or like the others that I hate?
But the venue, the time and you were so perfect,
A memory so pure and in an everlasting state.

You were magnificent and everything I hoped for,
Every second that I spent with you, just made wanting more.
We took a walk upto your home, on the hot sunny day,
But everything just got better when we walked in through the door.

As phenomenal as you are, so was the food you made,
Nothing special, nothing exotic, just salt and pepper to your aid.
I was in a war with myself, is this what I really want,
But I was to win because in you I found the winning grenade.

There were pictures and pictures of people and cherry dips,
Then the magic happened when your lips touched my lips.
Then your lovely friends came and ruined the moment,
One second there were you and the other, the water sips.

Your friends sure knew, how to welcome me in,
They had me relive your memories, from vodka to gin.
I got to see, who you really are, and you did not change a bit,
For the choice that I made in the beginning, surely was a win.

For now it was the time to leave, that I didn’t want to be true,
I get up, say bye, and start wearing my shoe.
For the moment to last an eternity I desire,
I kiss you goodbye and end the the day with you.

The Dream that wasn’t

Standing there was I alone,
with nothing but a feeling within me.
Even when all the bonds were broken ,
even when I was all free.

The bonds that meant for everything,
are now shredded into pieces.
The vows that meant to last forever,
are now lying in forbidden niches.

The one’s who were supposed to,
didn’t stay till the end.
Breaking me into a million,
became a brand new trend.

The word trust lost its meaning,
that was just said a week ago.
The day of darkness that it built,
had the sands of time to drop slow.

The promises made, the sacrifices done,
just to make them once again smile.
Had pushed me along a new road,
that was longer than a thousand miles.

The letters that secured my privacy,
were endangered by a word called friend.
The crime that I’ve been inflicting on other,
Suddenly became their amend.

Opening my eyes won’t have any effect,
cause there i was already awaken.
That I haven’t been dreaming all the time,
for reality is the nightmare that cannot be broken.

The Restriction called Freedom

We all use the term freedom a lot of times in our daily lives. The final exam and then the freedom. The end of project and then the freedom. But, to what extent do we stand correct? Or in a more lucid manner, are we really free?

It’s been 70 years in an Independent Nation. A time so long that most of us weren’t even born then. A time so long, that the people who were lucky enough to see it don’t even remember it well. All they say is that we have won freedom. But, then the rules for governance were written using the the same rules that were set by the one’s who abolished us of freedom. And in the mean time when they have matured enough to change their own rules while our’s is still the one that inflicts injustice. So, Is the nation really free?

It’s been 5 years, since the first major rape case in India came out into the limelight. The effects were so brutal that the victim couldn’t even survive. Revolts, riots and protests were happening all over the nation. But the culprit walked freely for weeks. The case was so sensitive that it opened eyes of many. Something that tells that someone’s pleasure can be be paid by someone else’s life. But, that wasn’t the lesson that everyone had learnt and indeed the cases still increase in numbers everyday. This doesn’t even limit upto women but also to children, yes children meaning girls and boys. So, are people really free?

A person’s sexuality is the tag of it’s normalcy. Or that is what it is believed in our country. A mere law is the restraint for living the life in one’s desired way. Even though, one can secretly fulfil their wishes without being caught by the legislature’s eye. Some privacy is granted to everyone in a society. But even then, there is a need for an openness and a need for a breaking the closet doors. And in the end, they end up struggling for equal rights that they practically have but not legally. So are they actually free?

A person fed up with his/her marriage calls for a divorce. After everything, when he/she finally gets the divorce one has to pay alimony to the other. Or if not even that and they carry on with their individual lives, they still find some emptiness and still struggle to find the one thing that they saw in their first marriage. Because that is what made them feel happy and alive. They stumble back to the very first step that made them go through the sufferings and there stands a great chance that history may even repeat itself. In the end they crave for some love that they lost in thier lives and start a search for it. So in the end did they get their freedom?

Whatever we try to do in our life, we still remain in one cycle. If we get rid of one event, we get thrown back into another. And even when we get out of the cycle, there will be some rule, some law, something that will put the asterisk mark saying conditions apply.

         We have a freedom of speech, but our speech must be within the norms set by the society.

         We have a freedom to choose, but the options are always set by someone else.

         We say that the sky’s the limit, but then we also differentiate between the sky and the space.

The moment we step out to enjoy our freedom, there is some boundary that we shouldn’t exceed. And that leaves us like the Schrodinger’s cat. That we are free and not free at the same time and to obtain the reality of the two we need to look into the restrictions that enclose us. And eventually, Freedom is just a restriction whose scope has been widened.

Reaching Out For Blood

There is a sudden hunger,
a mysterious craving.
An urge for spiked thunder,
a need of red for raving.

For there is no fear,
as it is for the weak, they say.
For someone so dear,
call it the demon, as you may.

Where hate is harvested,
by the sun of darkness.
that make the quiver for,
the arrows of murdering sharpness.

There’s the pain that dwells,
in the core of the hearts.
There manifests the reason,
for the war to start.

Then the killing begins,
to fill the glass that’s mine.
For sometimes it needs to be real,
the blood, not the wine.

The Whispers

While walking on the streets,
She hears utter silence,
There’s rampaging in front of her,
But feels no violence,
She hears someone calling out,
But no one reaches out,
The Whispers compel her,
They want her to shout.

She sense something terrible,
A feeling of death,
Like some soul is giving up,
Giving the last breath,
It’s someone who is all fine,
Someone in all its health,
The Whispers tell her not to,
Keep it as a stealth.

She knows that it is a murder,
That someone is going to die,
A person is going to fall asleep,
On the deathbed it will lie,
She tells it to everyone, but
All they do is deny,
The Whispers let her hear,
The dying’s last sigh.

She now knows the soul is gone,
Leaving behind a dream,
The body is there lying on the ground,
While she hears the scream,
She has to live like that now,
Following the ancient regime,
The Whispers gave her a drop,
Now will come the stream.

She is the centre of the deadpool,
The informer of the sea,
One who knows the brutality,
But wants to seek mercy,
One who talks to the dead,
whom the living can’t see,
The Whispers let her know,
that she is a Banshee.