Excerpt # 2

Okay guys. Here is second excerpt of my novel, which is still in its infancy. I somehow managed to Varnish one more excerpt (you can read first one here : An Excerpt. ). I know its a poem but it is a part of novel/novella, depending on the word count i end up with.

So, without further ado, let dive right in..

I saw my sanity

Swinging alone on a rusty swing

On a lovely breezy morn

In the middle of vivid greens and pinks

Of the perfect delightful spring

Her glimmering eyes chasing butterflies

Her small tender feet rubbing against the ground

Occasionally,

Gingerly,

 pushing the wet soil

To prolong her joyous ride

A smile gracing her angelic dirty face

Her soft long ebony hair

Flying on the beat of invigorating winds

Look at the pearls she wore in her mouth

In the frame of her tender pink lips

Her ceaseless smile

Wide and radiant

After all she is just 6

Her satiny skin beaming against morning sun

Making it envious

Millions of innocent questions

Spinning in the galaxy of her mind

But what just happened?

Why her feet just dragged on the ground?

Why didn’t she push it?

Why her smile is transitioning

Into something else

Something i don’t know

Why the sparkle of her beady eyes is fading

Waning into blank hollows

Her face just switched from smile

To panic and perplexity

To finally a blank grey canvas

Deprived of colours

And contours

The pace of the swing is dying

Living on its residual strength

Taking few last breaths

My baby has gone grey

Like a corpse drained of blood

The greens and pinks

Have transcended to monochrome browns

The butterflies

Have turn to blood sucking bats

The garden looks like a graveyard

The swing came to a halt

Her soft hair fell flat

Her eyes, now black pits

Her skins a cracked desert

I ran to her

Pulled her in my arms

Hugged her tight until i could hear her heartbeat

And feel the movements in her tiny chest

Then i pulled back

And cupped her innocent face

What happened hun?

I pleaded

Why?? and How?

I ran my hand through her limp hair

Still soft

I touched the cracks on her cheeks

That could start tearing and bleeding any moment

Where did we go wrong?

Her chapped plum lips opened slightly

But nothing came out

Just a helpless defeated puff of warm air

Hauntingly silent

I saw a tear rolling out of the right pit

A black tear

Running through the cracks on her face

Searing the velvety skin

I gently picked her in my arms

She weighed nothing

Like a dry branch

Her head resting on my shoulder

Her arms embracing me loosely

I took her home

Our own shrine of old damaged artifacts

Our own personal museum

I laid her on a bed

One of those antique beds

With copper headboard gracing ornate patterns

With ivory lace canopy

She had slept already

I covered her frail bod

With my precious emerald pashmina

I kissed her forehead for a little longer

As if my kiss could defuse my life into her

Then i got up

And started walking in reverse

My feet back tracking the path i covered

Until i could see the complete picture

She wasn’t grey anymore

But a gorgeous hue of sepia

Blending into a renaissance oil painting

Perfectly, gracefully,

A tormented smile touch my lips.

I wiped the tears off my face

And ambled back

To our swing

And sat on it

Waiting to blend in the murky browns

Of the dreaded graveyard…

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31 thoughts on “Excerpt # 2

      1. Because sanity is fleeting, and we’ve all thought ours was gone at one time or another, I’d assume. Well, if most don’t relate, I can. For many, many years, my sanity felt like it was long gone.

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      2. I love that as a title! Says a lot in a few words. Perfect!

        Oh, I still have my momentary lapses of sanity. Having kids and adulting will do that to you. But The Big turn around was meeting and falling for my wife. I was lost at the time, not headed down a great path. She centered me and gave me a reason to. I’ve said for years that she saved me. Was even the inspiration for my name here. We got married on a beach in 1996. Felt like I was reborn. Love can make you crazy…. but it can also make you sane on the other hand. 😊

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      3. thank you 🙂 I love it too.

        wedding at beach is so romantic. and your wife is one pretty woman, must have taken to serious set of skill to woooooooo her 😄

        married for 21 years??? wow!!

        things love can do to people… it takes just one right person to fix everything in you but very lucky few can find that 1 person.. you are one of them 🙂 I silently pray for your family I guess I have told you that before too 🙂

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      4. Thank you for that. Ya’ know, somehow, she fell me too, and just as hard. I still wonder why to a degree, but I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m very blessed, and I know it. And I’m grateful daily. 😊

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