The Unsanctioned Usher


Granddad was lying on his hospital bed. Air tubes, wires and all sorts of medical devices were attached to his body. He was diagnosed with Bradycardia; a medical condition where the heartbeat of an individual drops below average. And given his age, a 92 years old man, his heartbeat was a mere 38 beats per minute. We were all by his side. Me, mum, dad, my sister, uncles and aunts. A few minutes later, the doctor came in with his file. He flipped through a few pages and looked right at us. His verdict broke us; Granddad’s heartbeat drops every hour. It’s just a matter of time now.

I couldn’t stay there, so I left the room and sat in one of the chairs in the corridor.  I brought my hands to my face in desperation. It is one of those moments where you feel completely helpless. Far in the background, I could hear my uncle talking to the doctor and asking what we could do to ease Granddad’s pain. And the only answer that came out of the doctor’s mouth was; “There’s honestly nothing we can do. Given his age, a surgery would be too risky, a mere 10% chance of success. I will prescribe some medicines to keep his heartbeat steady but that will eventually cease to work and we can only anticipate his departure.”

Tears had just started rolling down my cheeks when I felt a hand on my shoulders. I looked up, watery and puffy eyes present, expecting to see one of the relatives comforting me. But to my surprise, it was a young woman, in her mid-30’s, I’d say, wearing a green hospital gown.

“Lost someone dear?” she asked.

“Not yet. But the doctors already condemned him. It’s only a matter of time.” I replied, subtly.

“I know how it feels. But remember, if you stay strong, the other members of your family will, in turn, have the courage to face the situation.” She replied.

I began to understand her point and changed my approach to the situation.

“Hi. I’m Kulbushan” I said, extending my hand for a shake.

She shook my hand and said, “Hi Kulbushan. I am Kyra, nice to meet you.”

“Who is in the hospital?” She asked.

“My granddad. He is diagnosed with bradycardia.”

We spoke for a few more minutes before she pointed towards the end of the corridor and said,

“Look…my dad is calling me.”

I stared towards where she was pointing. But there was no one there.

“Who is there?” I asked, concerned.

“My dad!” She replied. “He is calling me. I have to go. Would you like to come with me?”

“Euh no!” I replied. “I am good.”

She stood up and started walking when I called her, “Kyra, thank you for your help. I will be strong for my family.”

But she didn’t look back. She kept walking towards the end of the corridor.

At that point, a nurse walked in.

“Who are you talking to?” she asked, puzzled.

“Ohh, just this nice lady, Kyra. She told me some useful stuff on how to approach the situation.”

“Kyra? Young lady in her mid-30’s?” she asked, perplexed.

“Yeah! That’s the one I am talking about!” I replied.

“That cannot be!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?” I asked.

“She was a patient here.” She said.

“Yeah I know…she was wearing the hospital gown!” I confirmed.

“NO. You don’t understand. She WAS a patient here. She died two hours ago!!” she explained.

“What the fuck are you talking about sister? I just had a conversation with her.” I exclaimed, shivering.

“Here”, she said, showing me a list. ‘Kyra Verrato’. Her name was there in the list of corpses in the morgue.

I ran for my car. I didn’t think about telling anyone. I just ran straight for my car. I got in, put the key in and turned on the ignition.

“Hey, Kulbushan. Where are we going?” Someone said from the back.

I didn’t even get the time to turn around and I felt someone extend an arm to grab my neck. I struggled around, trying to get free but to no avail. I peeked in the rear view mirror and there she was. KYRA. Her nails dug deep into my flesh. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t.

Eventually, she let go of my neck and I immediately reached for the door. But it was locked. There was nothing I could do. Hesitantly, I turned around. The last thing I remember was seeing a pale face, no eyes and bloody teeth coming straight for me.

-D.K Luximon


The Masquerade


How long can I pretend that I don’t love you?

How long can I act calm when inside my heart suffers a thousand stabs?

How long can I keep my feelings for you hidden?

Why do I keep waiting for you despite knowing that we’ll never be together?

-D. Kulbushan Luximon

Art Exhibition

This past Wednesday was the opening of an Art Expo that was accessible to the public from 21st to the 23rd of Sept. The students of the School of fine arts, MGI (an art institution) displayed their best works. As expected, I attended the opening ceremony and I believe that I should share with you guys, some of the pictures I took. A big applause to all the artists.  Enjoy…Cheers.


Her Expectations…


“What do you want?” I asked.

I want my heart to skip a beat every time you call my name…

I want you to support me every time I stumble in life…

I want you to be the reason why I wake up every morning…

” I want a love beyond words” she said, smiling.

-D.Kulbushan Luximon

The Undaunted


She was hurt…

But she wore her scars proudly.

She was brave…

For she fought through her tear-filled eyes.

She was determined…

For she conquered all her battles.

She was beautiful…

Not by her looks but by the way she faced the world.

And every time I looked at her, I could only contemplate how strong she was.

-D.K Luximon

And yet She smiles


Your breath reeks of her lipstick

Your eyes reflect your treacherous encounters

Your touch still repulses her

You left her broken

And yet she smiles because she knows she deserves better…

-D.K Luximon

Never Forget Me

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If ever I am gone…

Don’t let go of my memories.

If ever this is my last sleep…

Let me dream about you.

If ever I am far away…

Feel me in the rain drops and sun rays.

Just never forget me…

-D.K Luximon

The Church

The Church

It was a stormy night. The wind was howling with all its might and the splashing rain felt as if someone was hauling pebbles from above. Kay was on his way back from work when his car started acting weird. A clonking noise to be precise. The road he took passes through a deserted village. On the right side of the road was a deep drop culminating into a river. On the left side was a graveyard followed by an old church.

Driving through the road, Kay couldn’t avoid having weird and scary thoughts cross his mind. Thieves, pillagers or even ghosts. His focus was awry when a lightning streak shook him back to reality. He applied the brakes and swerved onto the graveyard. However, his brakes failed and he crashed into a tree at the edge of the graveyard. The bonnet popped open and thick steam was escaping from it. Kay got out of the car, locked it and darted for the church. Its doors were ajar and the wooden window shutters were fluttering about under the howling winds. Kay didn’t let his eyes wander about and focus only on the church. Inside, the church was dimly light; a few candles here and there. But it was warm and dry. He sat on one of the pews and rubbed his hands together to warm himself up. He was in a slouched position when another lightning struck and he bolted into an upright position.  The church lit up momentarily; enough for Kay to notice he wasn’t alone in there.

His heartbeat went up a notch. There was a woman in there, with him. She was sitting a few pews ahead, her head bent, as if in prayer.

“This is the house of God”, Kay thought. He dismissed the weird thoughts and walked up to her.

“Hello. I’m Kay”, He said.

But the woman didn’t respond. She kept her head bent; she didn’t even look up at him.

“Hello,” Kay said, again. “I’m Kay.” But this time, he gently touched her on the shoulder. She lifted her head and looked straight ahead and replied with just a “Hi”.

“Are you okay?” Kay asked.

“Yes. Just a bit scared, is all.” She replied.

“Don’t be. You are safe in the house of god.”

And then, out of the blue, there was a loud scratching noise. It sounded as if something outside wanted in. the woman grabbed Kay’s hand. The latter gently patted on her hand and reassured her it might be just an animal seeking shelter from the storm. The scratching noises faded away when the bell gonged to signal time; midnight.

“See. Whatever it was, it’s gone.” Kay said.

“No. You are wrong. Whatever it was, it didn’t want in. It was already in. It only wanted out.” The woman said.

“WHAT?” Kay exclaimed.

The woman was now facing him. Her pale face was in contrast with the dark circles around her eyes. And the blood. THE BLOOD. There was blood dripping from her forehead. Kay stumbled away and fell back.

The woman’s head was now tilted to the right and a snarly grin appeared on her face. She lifted both her arms as if beckoning her companions. And before he knew what was happening, Kay was surrounded by pale people, or dead people if you will.

“Wait…WAIT!!” Kay yelled, as they closed in on him.

“We regroup inside the church at night; where lost and scared people seek shelter.” She said.

-D.K Luximon




Forgive me,
For pretending to love you.

Forgive me,
For making you believe we had a future together.

Forgive me,
For using you only to quench my lust.

Forgive me, he said, as he set her pyre on fire…

-D.K Luximon



The one you forgot
kept you alive in his reminiscence.

The one you left alone and moved on
Stood inert and watched you walk away.

The one you left for the world
Would leave the world for you.

-D.K Luximon