I Must See – The Dominion

Day 5

As I am writing this, my eyes are already heavy. I was not like this. I have never failed so severely in my life. I was one of the ingenious men who could simplify any arduous task. I have lost my ability with time. All I now see is gloom. I have lost my purpose. I have lost my companions, I have lost my love, and most importantly I have lost myself. Whenever I look into the mirror, I can’t even find any similarity between the man in the mirror and me. Any staring into his eyes more than half a second sends me into the depth of Tartarus. I am scared of myself. I need to call out to someone for help. The Power, I call it Dominion. I believe in it. I believe that I can take help from it. Powers stronger than black magic or white magic, and beyond any sorcery, witchcraft or necromancy. Beyond the powers of good and evil, a supreme power vests in the invisible. Whosoever sees it, can sense it, feel it! Difficulty lies in making yourself capable of seeing it, not through eyes but mind. Not even a single man has ever made it to the end of the process. The process that requires far more mental and physical strength and endurance than a mortal is blessed with. Read More »


Happy Birthday to Me

Today is 24th of September; yesterday was my birthday. On the 22nd at 10, when I went to bed, I felt that someone was present in my room. Before it happened, I was hearing eerie noises like if someone was turning on his PC with windows XP on it. You know how it sounds; that long monotonous creepy tone never failed to give me chills. That day I went to bed early; I had no work to do. I had been alone in the past few days. I had no friends, I was alone almost all the time, talking to myself, apprehending myself, loathing and loving myself, and all those feelings that an ordinary human being shares with another being. I had to do it all by myself. Not until the day when I first met you. Alisha, I didn’t pay any particular attention to you in the library where we used to visit until one day when you cooked my iPhone by spilling your damn coffee on it. I never loved anything more than my iShit, but that was the first time I was not infuriated. Instead, I offered you another coffee and from that day onwards we got along well. Good were those days; I never felt so alone as I am feeling now, but thank God you are here with me, looking at me. Are you hearing what I am saying? Read More »


The Eyes of Jeannie

I have to tell you this; I wouldn’t if it were not so deeply related to my heart but to my mind. I lived with my dearest one, Jeannie. She was as beautiful as a mortal could possibly be, as beautiful as a thread of light, as beautiful as the dawn, ineffable. As the opposite, I was dull, lacked vigor and lived in recluse in a cloister. I was addicted to crystal meth to compensate the loneliness. When I saw her the first time, it was neither with my eyes nor with my heart, but with my attracted mind. Not toward her beauty, but her eyes. Her dark blue eyes were holding all the elixir of life, all the knowledge one could have. Through those dark shimmers, one could see the loneliness, the desire and the love buried. Its shield of lashes, brushing her cheeks and protecting the shimmers every time she blinked, I wished I would’ve had them. Read More »



I have lost my loved one.

Sitting in my room thinking, will I ever succeed?

If I ever get another life?

If I can ever give love and be loved?

I have so many reasons against it, standing as big rocks. It is hard to rationalise.

Why can’t I be?

What is preventing me? I wonder…

Someone is knocking on my door. Maybe it is just the wind. I am choosing to ignore it. Again, I think I just heard a thud. I have to check it. I have opened the door, but there is no one. Maybe it is just my depressed mind.

Oh God! What is it? I see an ominous creature flying outside with the face of a black cat and the body of an owl having the feathers of a crow. It is all black. It is now sitting on a branch of a tree outside. Its eyes are burning with fire. I think I should go and ask it. Read More »


The Roommate

It was not my fault. It was not I who forced her to do such a ghastly thing to herself, and neither I who goaded her to do so. However, regardless of anything, Jane did it. Lying in front of my eyes, emaciated and lifeless, I couldn’t help but regret it. Her last wish was to stay with me before she succumbed to a coma, but I was cold-hearted and that’s why she was in that condition. I was trying to shift the mental burden and guilt. Is it only because of me?

Just last night I moved to this apartment in the suburbs. It was large enough for sleeping yet congested to live. The landlady told me that I had to share my room with another person. That was not a bad deal, as my bills were going to be split up. It was a girl, as I came to know. Read More »

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