Friday, August 30, 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR


“So the world didn't end after all!”, he declared happily

“I have no time for this! Get lost!” she grumbled

“You know I’ll never get lost”, he replied

She slumped on her bed as her anger dissolved into tears. “You left me when I needed you most. It’s been hard you know. I have no more friends, no money, no life...and it’s all because you left. I HATE YOU!” she screamed and cried louder.

“I’m sorry. I had no choice. You should be happy you weren't the one that had to leave like that”

“Happy? I’d give anything and everything to be with you. Every day, I prayed to see you, to touch you, to be with you- nothing. My heart turned to a void-”

“Oh, shut up!” he screamed at her. He was tired of her whining. “Shut up already!” He did an irritating mimic of her- Oh, look at me, poor little girl alone in the world; abandoned by my husband after a week of marriage! Will you shut up already! How can you see the beautiful things around you if you blur your vision with tears and burden your heart with sadness? It’s been a year already. You’re the reason you’re here. Keep being mad at the world and you’ll lose me forever”

She looked at him through her tears, trying to understand what he meant.

“At the stroke of midnight, it will be a new year and I will be gone. Live again. Love again. If you’re good, I’ll be in your memories. If you’re not, I’ll torture you. I died. Not you”

The clock struck 12.

He was gone.

She looked at the spot where he stood, remembered his smile and whispered, “Happy New Year”

THE CHICKEN & THE TORTOISE


It was the time when Tortoise had deceived the birds at the sky party and fell all the way to the earth on his hard belongings. His shiny smooth shell suffered the most as it shattered and scatted around the house.

Tortoise was sad for days and refused to go out. You see, tortoise had no friend because he had deceived every animal in the kingdom- the hare, the birds, the snake and even the fox that prided itself as the most cunning one! However, some animals visited him. Some went to sympathize with him, some went to see what his destroyed shell looked like, some went to mock him.

Among these visitors was Chicken in all his glory- his shinning red comb standing at the tallest heights, his beautiful feathers dutifully obeying the curves of his plump body and his smooth and manicured feet that made the ground look unfit for existence. Thanks to his great beauty, Chicken was a very haughty one and he believed no other animal was more beautiful than he was. He was always happy to show off and his visit to the tortoise was no different.

“They say you fell”, Chicken scoffed. “Was it hard?” he laughed at Tortoise.

Tortoise cried. He was very sad and angry.

“Well-”, said Chicken, “you may cover your face in tears but your shell will never be mended. I, on the other hand, am on my way to win the crown as the beautifullest animal in the world with my bright red comb, pure white feathers and shiny smooth feet” he roared in laughter.

An idea came to Tortoise. “Why don’t you let me help you?” Tortoise suddenly said

“An ugly old thing like you? Help me? Is that a joke?” Chicken laughed some more

“I hear the beautifullest competition is in the next town. As a flightless bird, you’ll have to walk and that will ruin your precious smooth feet”


Chicken looked puzzled.

“If you wear a loaf of bread on each foot, the bread will soak up the dirt of your journey and keep your feet safe”

“You want to trick me?” quizzed the Chicken

“I plan to mourn and avenge my shell. I have no time for you” Tortoise was irritated

“Fine then”, said Chicken. “I shall take your bread” and Chicken grabbed the two loaves of bread gently resting on a table beside Tortoise.

“That stale bread is the last meal my family has”, Tortoise cried out

Chicken shouted, “My feet are more important than your bellies”. The chicken wore the bread on each foot and stormed out of the house.

Chicken danced happily on his journey to the beautifullest competition as he pictured himself with the prize crown perched around his bright red comb. At the competition, Chicken sneered at the other animals and boasted about his beauty. Next, chicken removed the bread to reveal his beautiful feet but was shocked at the horror that covered it. His feet were wrinkled, hard and smelly.

Chicken cried and cried as he ran back to Tortoise’ house. The journey had made Chicken dirty but he didn’t care to clean up; the tortoise had deceived him and he wanted revenge. He broke down the door to Tortoise’s house and screamed at Tortoise, “You deceitful ugly animal!”

“Well-”, said Tortoise, “you may cover your face in tears but your feet will never be smooth”

Till this day, the chicken’s legs are rough and scrawny. 

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

... (Poem)



Black and White Slices of Silence by Nathan Wirth

Do you know it?
That loud echo with your thoughts in between
That deafening roar with no substance
That moment when your mind races against itself
That second when perfection replays
That instance where ‘couldawouldashouldas’ become ‘done’
That space that ingenuity fills
That place where evil comes to life
That long thread that strings the unfamiliar together
We love it. Like it. Crave it. Sometimes.
It’s golden
...
It’s silence

Pay Day (Poem)



From Trendy by Chidy Wayne on Behance.net


Oh no!
It’s that week again
The week before payday
When I glance at my web of debts
And marvel at the well spun threads
Then I see an exact sum on my check
As my mind deducts the wreck
And how I’ll gnaw at what’s left
Oh, well!
What can I say?
I need a higher pay!

Unsurity (Poem)


Trendy on Behance.net by Chidy Wayne

Left, right
Blind, sight
My eyes do the query dance
Hoping for wisdom’s chance
To lead the way
And not stray
The light finally called my name
But my foolishness prevailed.
So, I haven't written in a while because of the many blessings, disappointments and uncategorizable situations going on in my short life so far. Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope that I write more and put more of my scribbles out there. 
Enjoy!





Hummingbird by Luke Bugbee