Heart of a Saint; Life of a Phantom 《Captioned》 I had heard 'Intitution is the whisper of soul' and unexpectedly an era came where my introvert persona thought to apply it on that prevailing tempest of feelings inside me. I feared, "She is so pretty, I shouldn't tell her it will make her angry but can I live with this heaviness of twilight existence?" but eventually that cresent curve of lips, blossom like cheeks and screaming eyes greeted my fears and emnraced my imperfections; encouraged me & paved way for courage in me. I searched for her and found her alone on corner table in college cafe and I thought I couldnt find any better place to pour out my emotions. However her solitude discombobulated me. I went to her and tried to be as casual as possible. I was shivering and noticed her trembles alongwith frightened face & red puffy eyes. I was talking to her first time so didnt asked much. But left the convo as I sensed something weird with her. She left the cafe and I chased her for my intuition said so! "Omg! Stop it, leave her, I am gonna kill you!" I shouted on seeing the college rowdy bullying her and forcing her to marry him. I punched him and beat him harshly. My love was already confessed, though I again did it, "I love you, do you?" She cried and hugged me murmuring 'Yes' Late night I was out at a club, the rowdy came with a vodoo doll and warned me to leave her. I kept rebutting till he stabbed pins in that freaky doll. "O' barbarians ! Don't separate my love from me. We may be two bodies but our soul is one." I could utter only this much after being stabbed brutally five times in my heart. They buried me in a sepulchre with emotionless chortles but what hurted me most was the wailing of my love over my tomb. Her each and every drop of tears yearn me to resurrect. Her screams echoed with my names. As yes, I have to resurrect for my love and for the death of my assassins. I'm reincarnated with a sinister zeal and in my veinlets there's inhumane ichor boiling with myriads hatreds and vengeance. "Looking for me" I cackled at them and that sudden strike of fear in them filled my heart with immense pleasure. I'm resurrected, this is my era and in this epoch, you'll encounter death." My voice reverberated. The oars of my lungs are formed of revenge and demonic zest I hind underneath the skin. Their cowardice screams augmented my rapture. And finally, I achieved my goal. They all are dead. "See love, they're lifeless". My eyes were searching for her. I wished to show her how I drilled the soul of each and every heartless folk, I slurped their crummy blood, I chiseled them all. But all I could find was her pallor body laying next to my tomb. Did I take longer junctures to rebirth or did she lose her hope too early ? My destiny speaks for me. The destiny will lead us to our way which even we can't change and everything happens for the better. The awaking news evoked me into the real world. Getting married with a stranger and leaving my own house for someone I don't know and I don't trust is now conventional for me. In this world full of culture and tradition we may have less advantages but we stay in a belief that everything happens for good. Sometimes destiny takes an unwanted turn.There were traces of my present getting faded because of my future...Maybe the tradition wants me to fulfill its culture and rituals...so that I can get some patience and inspiration to fight through my future and upcoming situations. The confidence and my institution tells me to accept my future and go forward with a smile on my face. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎
