The Dwarf Of Divinity

The Dwarf Of Divinity

A hollow beneath ground left ajar,
amid the woods, not far,
was a route
for,
the dwarf of divinity.
Daily who walked
places and
par.

They say the angels and friends,
with their tears and groans,
could free him
for,
the proliferation of smiles
in this world
full of
pang.

Love!
Was his message to all.
Pulchritude!
Was his effect on the appalled.
The little friend of goodwill,
blended with affliction,
to slay it to redemption.

Once at dawn,
the winds were again filled
with clamour and agony.
Blowing a cover the dwarf's manhole
and blocked his path to humanity.

Sagher

Deep In...

I wish to be a livid storm,
cut and break through every norm.
For the truth has vanished,

betrayal exists in every form.
Here on earth was a time, I kept calm,
even when my neighbour stole the palm.
The outcome of immense treachery,
chains my heart and causes harm.
I walked the path of honesty,
but fell in the pothole of lies.
Complaining that I preach about truth,

they said the reward is to sleep with the flies.
Behind the walls of my rage,
a soft heart is mured up in a cage.
None seems to notice,
below slangs, I write wishes on every page.
Through life and relations, I've staggered a lot,
In less time, many battles I fought.

Deep in, down there lies a small wish.
Slicing all bonding, I want to breathe fair.
Sagher

Nights With Elmer 3: The Last Heir

Nights With Elmer 3: The Last Heir
There was a boy, a more than unique person. Kevin, who lived with his parents in Denver did possess unreal abilities IN REALITY. His psyche was amazing and the way he influenced his audiences while speaking, at times seemed to captivate them, rather hypnotize. Kevin's talent was well-adulated by the people around him. However, there was a thing about him which led his parents into a pit of suspicion. Their son locked himself up post sunset everyday, without answering any knocks at his door, neither revealing the reason behind him doing so. Locked up in a room with dim lights, Kevin would compose lines that zapped out from the 'nowhere' in his mind. He couldn't ever figure out what made him compose such lines...lines, that would describe his coming future and he would stay prepared for it. Kevin was happy, “I don't understand what happens every night, but indeed, it is a gift.”
One night, he wrote something that threw a trail at him. A trail that was going to procure him with a task.
'A life of gift you have lived,

it's time to repay.

A man on the coming day

shall lead you to your destiny's sway.

Let negligence go off your window,

right there, towards the calm widow.'

The Dwell Of The Collins
Kevin's heart paced and his chair made a loud noise as he turned around and stared at the window. A bright and calm face of a lady was visible. She smiled at him as her hair gracefully floated in the soft yet chilled air.

Next morning, Kevin's mother was talking to Simon Roberts, Kevin's uncle. “Please brother, I am worried about his life and career. He doesn't even utter a word about his nocturnal activity. You are our last hope, please interact with him and try to find out what my son is involved into.”
Simon and Kevin were sitting in a restaurant. Looking at his uncle, Kevin recalled the lines he penned the previous night. He thus decided to open his secret to uncle Simon. After listening carefully, Roberts ended up in a gadzook. “Look, Kevin. The more you will blanket your darker secrets, the darkness will haunt you more. It is always better to stay in the light of the good. Back there in Edinburgh, I faced such a problem when the students in my school started dying in series..... Elmer is the man. Visit him and speak out your puzzle, he shall cure.”

The air at the Elmer's was dry and desolate. Suddenly, the door disembarked from its frame as Elmer saw a teenager holding bags, standing right before him, breathing heavily. “This room stinks!” Kevin threw a remark. “Your life stinks more, boy. That's why you are here. Now tell me.”
“I don't know...I can't talk to you here. Smells like thousands of terminated turtles were cut open right here!” The boy was about to faint.
They were sitting on a bench at the Railway Station. “While leaving your office, I saw a picture-frame of two children. Who are they?”

“The guy was Cedzie....Cedric. And she was Caddie a.k.a. Clara. The two kids were somehow..related to me”. Elmer gave a praising gaze to Kevin for his good observation. “And now, would you prefer telling me your reason for coming here?”
“I am embezzled, Elmer. Besides possessing a good talent, I also have a dark secret in stock. Elmer heard his tale and after knowing about the poems, breathed out. “The Dwell Of The Collins, huh....So, have you extracted any information on it, as your homework?” Elmer asked.
“Yes, I know almost everything. It might sound scurrilous to you, but I am the last heir of the Collins”, beamed Kevin. He received a puzzled look from the exorcist. “Believe me, I have seen the souls of Molly and Henry Collins. Molly died a widow because Henry got killed. Their questioning and wandering souls knock my windows every night. They are asking for help.”
Elmer was listening attentively, “Okay, but how can you be so sure about it?”
“Believe me or not. The biography of the Collins was written by a close family friend. I read the entire book, but a page was missing. Caddie's ghost wanted to suck blood out of Cedric and the last heir, as her father's revenge. I have to put an end to her unsatisfied and famish souls which haunts my life. Moreover, I can see and feel the couple's spirits around me every moment. They were my parents in....in my previous birth. According to the knowledge I obtained, I and my old father were killed by the old enemy of Collins, The Preachs, back then. Mother died in grief. And so I have incarnated again to avenge!”
“If you are so sure, then await the darkness. The answers will be clearly visible then”, Elmer winked.
“But there's a thing. While coming, at the airport, I penned these lines,
“The last heir is cursed to restriction,

to enter the dwell only with a purpose,

and a person who never sinned.

Then that innocent will be chopped till the toes

as sacrifice,

after he learns of the heir's identification.”

The Dwell Of The Collins

But you need not worry, Elmer. I have no reason to kill you.” The two had a hearty laugh.
As the daylight dulled, the two proceeded towards the Collins mansion marked on a map which Kevin had. The atmosphere suffocated and succumbed to the terrorizing howls and cries that emerged in the vicinity of the Collins Mansion. The pointed grills on the gate were decorated with pig and dog heads. As the two stepped in, owls hooted of their arrival, probably to someone hidden inside. “YOUR HEAD WILL BE SLAUGHTERED.!!!!!!!!!!!!” Kevin ducked to avoid the sudden charge by an old woman with a disfigured face. Her Grey hair and more-than-wrinkled face spoke of the desire for revenge. “Elmer!! Save me!”
They ran in the house, a house which smelled of blood...more and more blood brought in and stocked. Rather spilled inside. They walked through the hallway and passed through isles between a lot of dead people's wasted bodies...exorcists who attempted purifying 'the hell of the Collins.'
As they took the staircase, Elmer checked the series of pictures on the wall. “See, the lineage of the family. I think, Kevin, half-knowledge can be dangerous.”

“What?”

A crumpled page hit Kevin's face. He read it....'Caddie's fierce ghost killed Cedric. But her lips craved for more blood because she wanted the last heir of the Collins the most......It is believed that when the last heir's sould would enter the mansion finally with a 'sacrifice', Caddie's ghost will forgive him.'
“W..What's this Elmer? The soul of the last heir? Sacrifice? When the heir has reincarnated, what is the need of his soul then?? I think you are in danger, I cannot jeopardize your life”, Kevin trembled as he said this.

“Don't worry about me, Kevin. Let's check the family's descent.”

Kevin went further.... “Hmm...Sylvester Collins, Mike Collins, Henry Collins and the last heir....there is no picture of him, Elmer.” The name-plate below the frame was under dust. He dusted it, there was a slogan.

''A Soul Reincarnates Only When It's Freed Itself From The Previous Birth''- Elmer Henry Collins, The Last Heir.

A callous laughter was heard throughout the mansion after which a silence followed, a permanent one.

Sagher

My Secret Mentor

Life when ceases to favour,

when under siege, I hear a clamour,

souls and hearts fail to console,

when I shiver from head to sole.

Just when my fear caresses,

destiny gives up before darkness,

An angelic light of the brightest tone,

slices through silt, making it moan.

Armed with arrows of joy,

the blazing sphere, never coy,

takes in arms my frail courage,

as I accept it's incandescent salvage.

All hail to you, oh mighty sun,

let your fire and flare burn,

in my eyes and ambition be firm.

Life is a mistletoe,

about the berries, let me learn.

Sagher

Nights With Elmer 2: Wrathful Math

Nights With Elmer 2: Wrathful Math

St. Andrews High School, Edinburgh, 1993: Mr. Preach had engaged the 10^th graders for a slothfully timed Math class. “So, fellas! All you need to do in time, is 7 assignments, 3 tutorials and 100 of my best sums, oh yes! If you need to walk out of that gate with a merit in hand.”
The students were drowsy enough to make benches their last resort for a nap. The drizzling over the town consolidated their desire to do so.
“And Oh! The junked punk, Cedzie. Come up, come up. I request you, learned sir to tell the class about the latest increment in the number of asses admitted to this school. Using a graph.” The class burst out laughing and the poor chap, a phobic, surrendered to math again, in shame. His very living was made miserable by those numbers and his aims, rendered obfuscation by them.
He held serious despise for Mr. Preach, his formulae and their applications. After all who would afford to bear humiliation forever?
“This needs to be taken care of. That jerk will pay.” Cedzie was furiously determined.

Once, Cedzie was playing soccer with his friends. Mr. Preach sent Clara, his daughter to call the boy upstairs. “This is the right time, man” he said to himself. An old lady was seen passing by the school campus, shouting something. “All in the house of the Preach are cursed. All in their house are cursed.....The last heir of the Collins! The last man of the clan!”
Mr. Preach's body was found decaying in the toilets, with his eyes destroyed and tongue plucked. Clara cried her desolation out on her father's corpse. Everybody saw redness in her eyes, as if she'd swore something to herself. Cedzie was the clear center of doubt and was somehow proved guilty. He smelled the remand home until his adulthood rose, and was finally released five years after that. However, the boy was mysterious. He often wrote things on paper scrolls and stored them in his locker. Nobody ever cared to ransack that secret of the teenager.

. . .35, Louis Towers, Harper Street, Present Day: “Elmer, save my school. Mr. Preach never left it even after his death. Now his fierce soul targets one student every week, and......”
“Here, Mr. Roberts. Water. You need to relax a bit.” Elmer got more cozy in his chair, scrutinizing the newly handled case. “So you think Mr. Preach's ghost has something to do with that old lady.”
Roberts nodded in answer.
“Now, now. It's a double job. We have a pair to exorcise. A filthy old hag and a math scion” Elmer breathed out.

“Don't worry. You'll be paid handsomely. Just....”

The exorcist interrupted with a grin, “Mr. Roberts, I suppose you did hear I don't charge. You can do a thing for me, nevertheless. Ask your students to make merry at home for two days, none should come to school.”
“Done.” The worried principal left.

Over Whiskey, Elmer's mind clicked on to the old lady's words. “The last man of the Collins....hmmm.” He checked the note obtained from the dickey of Ellie's car. It was from 'The Dwell Of The Collins'.
“Good connection” he chuckled.

The clock told it was 7pm and in Elmer's language, it was 'time to smoke it'. He left for the school as the dusk grew dark. The watchman's sliced body lay in his way, as he entered the huge gate which led to darkness; The ferocious one. Trees shot chills of wind, with Elmer's every step in the soil. The scenario clearly meant that his arrival was awaited and his footsteps were heard...somewhere within.
The black blanket had taken over everything inside the campus. Fearing the frightening flames of the ghost, no one had switched on the lights, hence promoting the dark. Elmer checked the washrooms and the very next moment, blood gushed through his feet. He needed to uncover the source and stepped ahead into the toilets. “Hello! You've got blood reservoirs, right? Show yourself!”

There was a sudden halt in everything. The gushing of blood, creaking of branches, songs of the crickets and also the flow and presence of air. Within moments, Elmer fell down and fainted.
He opened his eyes in a classroom where the atmosphere was devilishly filled with the chortle of the spirit he was looking for.
“Crimson Cadaver! What!?...” Elmer's head perambulated around a hillock called confusion.

“Shocked to see me here? I have several reasons for a revenge, Elmer! Remember me? Caddie. Or Clara Preach. My father was killed and I shall revenge it!!! I've been hunting for you. I tried a lot to get to you and finish you, but you escaped. Remember the attacks on you at the Avramson's mansion? It was a trap to kill you! But you got saved. Now you are in my hands.” She slashed Elmer's body and he was thrown towards the wall.
“Revenge! Die!” She followed Elmer through dark porches as he fled the scene to reach the locker room. “Come on! Come on! Cedzie's locker...” He could lay his hands on one scroll which read'Sprinkle her blood,

On her own corpse.

It'll give you time to breathe,

before she again hops.

Learn a lesson, be wise.

Know it, evil never dies.'

- 'The Dwell Of The Collins'


Next day, at the Elmer's, Mr. Roberts didn't care about the sugar in his coffee. All he expected the man sitting before him to say, were few words of assurance. “Mr. Principal, I, in all my senses assure you that I have exorcised the evil, not from the world, but from the premises of your school at least. And in my guard, your school is safe. Now, a good cup of roasted coffee awaits your lips.”
“I hope your words come true. I wouldn't appreciate another murder at St. Andrews, you see” Roberts stared Elmer in the eye.

“They will sir. After all, the guarantors are the Collins.” Elmer grinned huge.

Sagher

Nights With Elmer

Nights With Elmer

The lust for exorcism was high in the heart of Elmer, a man who scrapped 15 years like 15 wrappers in his debatable attempt to seep in the real truth through the seen truth. This insane, partially eccentric anti-ghost person was 45, earning livelihood at the Edinburgh University Of Moral Sciences...and satisfaction at 35, Louis Towers, Harper Street.

He had set up a small workplace in the room, from where Elmer had solved larger than life mysteries. There was no sleep for him, as according to him, the modern world was repeatedly led into dicey by what they called, Supernatural.

“Cops save the day. I, the night” was his tag-line hung at the door.

One warm evening, a-seeming-to-be-Italian lady hotfooted into Elmer's, speaking Raggish; A step sister to English. “No man born who save Ellie. I hear you do..will?”

Elmer, as usual, studied the victim before the case. This time his analysis was petrified. The lady didn't have 5 fore-teeth, which substantially killed her looks.

“Yes, lady? Care to have a seat and explain?”

“I..see ghost and scared. Ghost in garden, ghost in home, ghost in cup, ghost in tea. I no more can talk.” Ellie started palpitating.

Elmer had two questions of astonishment. One, did the British government began tolerating nuisance of the language? And second, was the lady a deserter who pretended falsely to make his room a hideout?

He neither did stress on any of those questions and decided to go by the ethics, to do his job.

“Let's go.”

They ushered into the lady's Cadillac, as the lamps flickered..probably of boredom. As they started moving, the dickey shuddered, making a loud noise. “The dickey jam. Do not worry” Ellie assured.

“This night will be long” Elmer thought. “I don't know where will this take me. I can really sense something extraordinary.”

They stopped outside a bunglow, 'The Avramson's'. Ellie got off and began screaming, “You witch, out..come out! I and Cedric have love. We marry! You not stop us!” Elmer rushed to her and forced her in the car. “Hey, you cannot serenade around here. This is modern Europe!”

The lady calmed down and began silently cursing the supposed villain in her life who was up there. Suddenly, the gates opened and a woman ran towards them. She was wearing a night-gown and looked as if she'd just escaped a riot. Getting into the car she said, “I am Caddie, the one she's looking for. Drive away quick. I'll explain everything.”

The three were at the graveyard, near a grave which read, 'In the fond memory of CEDRIC AVRAMSON'

“You see Ellie, this is the reason I kept you away from Cedric. He's not living anymore” Caddie revealed.

“But I see him, everyday. You lie.”

Elmer was listening carefully. “That's his ghost, dear. He has confined me to the house. When we once met to finally end our dispute, he went mad on me and committed suicide. But his ghost, his terrorizing soul stayed back in the house. He uses me in his bed all night and during the day roams out. Only both of us can see him” Caddie wept while describing her exploitation by an evil spirit.

Ellie was led into a great shock. She was about to marry a living ghost, who would restrict her to his bed along with Caddie and her life would be ruined. She owed Caddie her life, but at the same time felt sorry for her. “Elmer help you!” she exclaimed. “Elmer knows trick. He runs ghost away.”

The exorcist summed up a plan and asked the ladies to halt at his place and let him investigate in his way.

He dropped them to his office and took Ellie's car back to the Avramson's.

Elmer was welcomed by rats and kingdoms of spider-webs. The walls had a red theme, with patches of crimson blood on them. An anchor fell from the ceiling and just missed Elmer's head. He was alert, the air grew colder and chrome moonlight scattered on the floor. Elmer was lifted in midair and he collided with the flickering chandelier. He stuck up there and below in the moonlight, stood a jet black figure with sea-green eyes, looking at Elmer. The figure seemed to ask a question, it begged for freedom; Not from the dark house, but from the darkness of betrayal. He uttered some words, “Woman...Crimson Woman” and vanished with his voice growing louder, causing a headache.

As Elmer stepped in his office, Ellie had already breathed her last. A shocked him also witnessed Caddie's gown lying beside Ellie. “Damn! He took Caddie back I suppose!” Finding the truth was the most important thing for Elmer then. He put Ellie's corpse to sleep and rushed to save Caddie.

He went to the graveyard. It was dead silent. No sign of the ghost he was hunting for. Elmer went near Cedric's grave. “Elmer” a frail voice approached him. “You are here to stop the evil. Yes?”

“Why are you asking me this?”

There was a movement on the grave. Elmer saw, the letters rearranged. In a blink of the eye, CEDRIC AVRAMSON shuffled to CRIMSON CADAVER.

“Because I need to dig your grave here!!!!!!” A crimson-coloured supernatural cluster with a disheveled face, not Caddie, jumped at Elmer, to his sudden hullabaloo. Elmer ran and entered the shed. “There's always a stone-hammer in a graveyard!”

He dodged the fierce evil's attacks and somehow reached the grave and destroyed it. Crimson Cadaver turned to ashes and mixed with the mud.

. . .

A week later, Elmer was relaxing at his office. He closed his eyes and recalled another terrifying experience.

He left for saving Caddie. The jammed dickey of Ellie's car drew his attention and he struggled to open it. Cedric Avramson lay stiff within with a note clutched in his hands. It read, 'To destroy the spirit, destroy its grave, which is a mere illusion.'- The Dwell Of The Collins.

Elmer woke up with a knock at his door. “Come in!”

Sagher