~ O Re Kanchi| An Akshnav Saga

Chapter 7~ A Shadow from the Past

A shadow from the past is creeping out
A shallow hour glass
as the days pass I count

How did we get here?
reasons left unclear
Memories held so dear
Let them drift away.

I just need to be free
of these guilty memories

All the weigh I hold
is crushing me

an inability
to release
what a disease

you have nothing to apologize for
thank you for everything.

Completely revised

A prophetic assumption
A lesson learned in corruption

A shadow from the past is creeping out
A shallow hour glass, as the days pass I count

A Flame to the candle
A Fire in the eyes
A Blade to the knife
Blood in the skies

Things aren't been the same, since you painted the town grey
Thats okay, cos things haven't really changed

You speak about blood in the streets
reality is closer than you think
violence like silence spread
across a guilty sea
there is no bargain plea
pay back, restitution we seek
sorrow you have sown
fruition is at its peak

a coldness rising from the floor
close your blinds and lock your door
a darkness setting in
lie down and pretend you don't exist

forget not the wisdom of old
these things have been foretold

~David Sabo

During a busy Sydney night, a chill ran down the people's spines as it felt as though a ghost were silently making its way through the house. Suddenly, a low, rumbling sound, akin to the pounding of a drum, emerged.

As time went on, the sound got louder and louder until it was the only sound in the house. If one were to go near to the upstairs master bedroom of a mansion, they would find that it was the origin of the noise.

As one delves deeper, they may find a once-luxurious mattress now lies entirely flat in the room's center, surrounded by women's shoes, makeup, and other possessions. In the far-left corner, there were piles of woman and man clothes, as if the cupboard were being attacked by thieves.

Bam, bam, bam... The sound was being made by a woman in a shimmery black saree as she broke another set of dishes while standing in the middle of the room.

"I don't care... I really don't care. I'm fed up with this." Boom, boom... Another set of plates was being broken with the finishing of each sentence.

"You...!!!! How dare you...?? Himat kaisy hoi hai tumhariii... Tum ny mojh sy jhoot bola... Mojh say..." Looking directly into his eyes, she directed the edge of the plate towards the individual standing before her.

"I...!!!" Gulping down.. He tried to answer her allegations but couldn't!

"Tum mery sath esa kaisy kr sakty ho... Akhr kun!!! Kb tak...!!!" Once again, she slammed the plate in her hand against the ground, and began to sob uncontrollably.