Short Stories For Heart

  Ass or Body I don't want you for your Ass or Your Body, at all. I only see that light in your eyes, when I hold your hand honey, Cute little girl that stay behind your sexy body, The way she makes all that kiddish face, that hidden cute little baby. That's, only mine. My existence's legacy. I don't want you for your ass or your body, at all.  The way a brother hugs sister, my hugs went lust free.  Touching your thighs, legs, curves, leave this bullshit aside, Let me see that smile, broad and wide, there lies all God's beauty.  Your Relatives, Neighbors, Boyfriends  let them look - Your Ass or Body.  Let me be the Stranger to drag out the Artist behind your figure With Love's anatomy.   Let me push you to your dreams,  Let me take you to bliss, Le me make you,  recreate you,  heal you,  hold you,  touch you,  feel you,  kiss you, But, Only through the Vibes. I don't want you for your ass or

The Sacrifice Fiction Story . . In the city of Bihar, there lived a boy who had compassion in his heart. Although being orphan, he learned the beauty of caring. How? From his unconditional lover, his Grand Mother. His parents died, a year after his birth. He was sad till his Grand Mom gifted him a puppy. He played with it and danced with it in bliss. Stuffy he named it. His best friend, his complete family, and his little universe it became. He would take it to morning walks; he wouldn’t get tired of Stuffy’s 1 A.M ‘hunger-barks’. The bond increased with the time’s flow. Their bond was no less than two true lover’s glow. It would be hungry and he would just know. He would miss his parents and it would round itself around his legs. It would leak his toe, the tickle he would feel and forget all the lamentable mess. Like a mother and son relationship, their bonding grew.   Granny’s health went low, finance decreased, and survival seemed not so easy. He left his

Salutations Fiction Story . . . In my routine drive of two kilometer, a cross road falls in between. There stand a policeman, handling traffic. Traffic signal at the crossroad was as usual not working, the way government of this country. Policeman took the stand there and valiantly controlled the furious crowd. He would whistle and he would scream and shout, and no one dared to break the rule. He worked from sunrise to sunset, till his Wardi (uniform) would get sweat wet. Every day on my two wheelers I would pass through that cross road. Sometimes I would drive and sometimes get stuck in the impatient wheels. And from the smoke of the stroke machines, I would watch him soundly, performing his duty, with every tick of time and blow of horns. After a week of keen observation I was fascinated by his punctuality. By the way he mastered the art of controlling hundreds of furious beasts, all alone. But often what we see and what actually it is, is so very different.

#dedicated to you, dear Soulmate . Blindness I see the Light, Rays has holes, Tunnels to Blackness. All beauties, world’s glories, fame-riches all fades. I smirk, as ever did it made a smile on my face? I am worried about none… let all fade. But your face Those Eyes – my all beauties. That smile- my all glories, all riches. Slowly, slowly, light gets dimmer, Tunnels Increases… ‘Don’t, please let the windows be open, let my soul see, the reason of its existence’ Eternity refuses.. Vision Wail.. But , the Light has its own plans, always Tunnels broadens, enlarging. Your face fades, entirely. At the end of the tunnel, Through a point of light you whisper ‘Shail’ HE close my windows forever, In the empty room of Blackness Only you appear. ‘How’s the gift?’ He asked. ‘Thank You, BLINDNESS’ . . BLINDNESS -Shail Raval

Sometimes There’s nothing such as ‘I can’t’. It’s just that, you don’t wanna do it. Go for it! There’s nothing such as ‘I don’t know’. It’s just that, you don’t wanna find out Go seek it out! There’s nothing such as ’It’s not true’. It’s just that, you don’t wanna tell. Speak up! There is nothing such as ‘I hate it’. It’s just that, you don’t wanna show you like it. Show you love it! There’s nothing such as ‘Answering back’ It’s just that, You are trying to get away from truth. Accept it! -Kinal Amin