Commotion of Emotions

Returning home after a long time is one of the best feelings in the world. No matter what the place, a home is a home. We think every time we return to the very same place but this assertion is quite wrong. Every time you return, you see a different place. No, the place is the same, what has changed is the way of looking at it. What has changed is you. Most certainly drawing away from things brings you closer to them.   Every time you visit your house after a long time, you have   new perception, a whole new take all for yourself and it is so beautiful, so overwhelming. And the best part is, there is only improvement - no degradation.     Fireflies   Are those fireflies? Etched above, in the dark sky? Sky as dark as lies, Lies pertaining to the scattered fireflies.   A numb sensation runs through my body, As I indifferently stare at the lights, Lights above the horizon- at greater heights, Heights not many would stand to fight!       S

Another piece inspired by deep thoughts and mundane questions. The Kinder Death “I want you to take care of someone, I want you to experience something.”, said a man in an immaculate dark suit. “What?”, James – barely twenty five – tried to push out words from his throat but all he could manage was this one syllable. “Yesterday someone”, he strained his brows, “misbehaved with me – sabotaged my vehicle. I want you to teach that person a lesson.” “Wh-What do you want me to do?” he stammered but got through his sentence. The man pulled out something from his pocket and slided it on the table, his palm was yet to release the content. He leaned forward, “Kill him.”, he whispered as he retracted his hand while looking deep into James’ frightened eyes. James took a huge gasp as he finally looked at the token he had been given. A small black revolver. That was his instrument and perhaps his salvation. He startled – a black colt on a wooden table with almost a dozen h