The Step Beyond It

all memories have a peculiar effect   just enough to get you lingering wondering what it was like every flashback ships you to way back then, every expression twitches on your face, with the bad ones; either it chooses to haunt you,  or you choose to see beyond, and hold yourself. its not often when memories are eternal, at times a memory fades away, and yes, even the good ones. we all just have a strange feeling, about these that used to be,   and we realise we don't have a word for a memory lost.   the world around us,  is full of floating forgotten memories, be it a place, a souvenir, a person, or a song or a moment,   its all there; just not where we remember, and that's the bittersweet part of it. By: Shaon Bandopadhyay       :  ⚡

Looking at the hue in the sky, observing the tranquility it has to offer, sometimes one can wonder, were the skies always so serene? has there always been existence, of opportunities that convey, simple leisure to whirl up our imagination, to see what figures we create out of nothing? or has the world been taut between endless wars, wars that don't allow much comfort, that we may look up and appreciate the variety of hues. a tendentious reading of history, has shown how wars have been recurrent, and how weapons were forged accordingly. what a writer's mind might wander into, is the inevitable process of thinking about the weapons that were forged. what you observe in the museums, and oftentimes, in contemporary news, is how lethal weapons are designed, but are barely used, and oftentimes never used up to their full potential. hoping to fathom what their true abilities might be, a weakening kick to the senses make us grave, because some of those might not see the daylight.  it t...

the garden path was cleared, leaving no impediments, but jake’s grandfather was always cautious, knocking his stick before himself, and tracing his way, sensing objects.   the loss of eyesight, to him, had been gifted very early in life. monumentally had he overcome it, by becoming a master, of seeing without his eyes. when Jake wasn’t at his workplace, you could only find him by his grandad. With the empty halls of the house, surrounding the noise of void, there they were, the two of them, against all odds, finding joy and reasons to laugh. but it was only a week ago,   where they were robbed, robbed of every prospective instance, where they could even grin. the grandfather had aged, and last week had lost his ability to hear. he thought, how closer to death can one get, with only one’s shrieking voice as aid, with darkness blinding,   and the silence ever-so deafening? he wasn’t a master anymore, not of anything,   but he was robbed.   thus, there he was, ...

everyday at half past 4 i keep my ears on the door. trying to wonder what your footsteps would have sounded like, trying to figure out was it my fault some night? everyday at half past 4 i keep my ears on the door. I often wonder why you walked out that night, Although i haven’t seen you ever, You leaving, surely does click my memory.   my mother has often talked about you, but only unintentionally. every time she is reminded of some hilarious memories of both of you, the smile on her face is drawn carefully,   and is even fragile, which fades away, because you walked out one night.   Father, I wanted to tell you something, I wanted to tell you that i realised something great today. That is, even if you don’t know a person, or haven’t met them ever, that person can be remembered.   In fact you can even be missed.   my mother had told me that you had left early in the morning,   around four, ...

Forever isnt a tenure, and people are often mistaken by this fact.  The period of realisation that something, is too lengthy or unfathomable to process, is just taken to be a ‘forever’ People put emotions into this play as if, they’ll last forever. But forever isn’t a tenure. Leaves depart and fly away, the ashes become darker, the despair intensifies, height is brought to dust.  that’s what forever is, but it isn’t a tenure. The audacity to put anything upto forever, is mere wordplay with no words. Everything lasts for an instance, shorter than forever, maybe just an inch, or maybe a decade. But forever isn’t a tenure.  What is it then? Does it recreate the purpose of hope? Does it indulge in false motivation? Because certainly ‘forever’ itself, hasn’t lasted till infinity, yet. Is it not appaling; That our finite tenure; can be seen as forever for someone else? Does death limit this ‘forever...