"If sky was a sea, we would have swam more dreams than we see the clouds". I had never doubted the sky even after listening to 'the sky is falling' but maybe I ironically existed to only day dream about 'thousand reasons why would it be' and if I had to convince the sky, I would say, "you don't have to drown me in, I am already a cloud floating, but I hope to capsize soon into your blues" so I keep finding shapes in them like a toddler and finding meanings like an adult. But that evening, a little in me changed, that was the first time, I stared the life into a falling raindrop, slipping miserably from my palms and I looked above the black and gray clouds to only find a sky that was so clear, the winds breezing through the jacket, stopped in the slits and pockets where I always covered the cold fingers. Every morning sky, where the wrinkled bed sheets, where the half filled jug, where the repeated songs, dominated me, she opened the door to the green grasses that waited for my barefooted walk, where the dew drops waited to heal the cracked feet, where her bangles rung the alarm and where the sun rose in my bedroom upon my eyelid, She changed 'the arm chair sleep' into sound snores and 'afternoon unbearable sky' into her shadows that played in me, every afternoon where my unread book was left opened, where the lunch never filled the stomach, where the TV turned blank, she always found an excuse to search the 'me'. She never hesitated to hold the story book for me to find a child in me, she knew the dusk's purple and reddish sky had him color blinded but she knows how to let him see the colors, she knows the biggest fear in me was when the sky turned black again, he will shiver for all the grays. So she never stopped me talking to the walls, instead she let me count the stars where I was left behind holding someone's finger who taught me how to walk and I would today say, 'you changed the skies I had once seen'.
'Now I only the see the fluffy clouds, Romanticizing the shapes we see together'
Mera Jeena hai ab us sapne tak, Jo Dekha Mene khudko bikharne tak, Uske baad hai Sab muqammal, Bas shayad hi hoga uske baad koi pal, Khali hai meri Yeh jholi, Rang toh hote hi hai, jaise Ho holi, Bas Mujhe unki baate rang degi thodi.
My life is devoted to that dream, Which I saw till I was weakened to bones, After that, completes everything, Leaving no moment for my life later, My bag is empty yet, But there are colors like the one's in 'Holi' Alas! I got covered by their camouflaging words.
Those neon lights got struck into his tired eyeballs as he could not walk straight to streets, he had a sullen face dropped to jaws for his guts were enough to show how much had he been carelessly seen.
Thoughts of "Aree kal first exam hai" ran through his adrenaline that was scared of tumbling the balance under his feets, slowly he stumbled upon the burger joint that was already ridden in pockets, a sudden approach he made to the counter, shocked them.
"Yes, what would you like to have?", Order taker asked with a gentle gesture
Confused on what his throbbing hunger would scream over, he hesitantly ordered two Aloo Tikki, Order taker nodded his head and saw a spark in him that was never on the brink of closing down.
While the watch was already late, chairs were quiet vacate, he sat over with a brooding posture that was well matured to question philosophy, order taker couldn't resist to talk him out as he got towards him tip toeing,
"these hours barely had anyone coming over, I am surprised to see you", order taker said softly.
He saw the order taker interrupting his calm temple, with a glare he uttered, "maybe few spaces are not to be trespassed, yes I have come cause I have no work?".
The rude and prideful disguise was torn apart when the order taker spoke, "See little man, I understand maybe we know this on equal levels just less my age from yours? Maybe some strings are puppeting you?".
He broke to the tiny drips, however not falling to pieces he said, "but that I know, I am just stuck, lately I have realized it had to be two burgers and not a full dinner!"
Order taker sighed and looked quietly to say, see, we have to be left in some way? Maybe not every home is really a home right?
I was searching for some pictures, But I came to know these candles have been together upon melting, I couldn't catch the flames, it was then extinguished, Not with the hands but with eyes, Some drops could speak through glass.
"These chips are tasty, mommy! Tomorrow I want to go out". He said with a stubborn expression having the last day of rejoiced vacation.
"No we ain't going anywhere beta, we will prepare something nice at home for you" but the mommy was knowing how to get her disturbed kid into his tiny world of fairies that never flew.
His slumber couldn't be more a sleep as he found his loosened control on over speeding the yellow gleam inside the tunnel as he was a shocked himself.
The sign boards were only a merely ignored plates that had a wanderlust for every wheel that could slip down the line, his reddish turned eye stressed with yawns mixtured the emotional fury,
"Man! How much more? I want to eat now I didn't even get sip of wines, I can't stop this whip on sideways, exclaimed while being irritated. Oh yes! One is away 50kms where buses halt too, not to be missed".
→If your nightmares wrote a letter for you, what would they write about?
"Put a flower on the page where my favourite character died in the novel and let its smell tell me how I can beautify death and smell it like honey. Or on a blank Canvas,. Paint my nightmare and Beautify it By the hues of daydreams.
"please beautify me"
→Is this universe worth believing in or is it just another delusion to feel better and escape?
If I'm the collection of stories and skies I admired, Stars I chased and The smiles I've given to others , The plants I've watered And the kites I flew. If I'm my Fav character, And a child of this universe. Then this bittersweet world is, Worth believing in.
"worth believing world"
→What is the most romantic dream you have ever seen that can be shared ? →What is the toughest job you've ever done?
In corners of webs holding hands together, Walking underneath the horizons, Drawing flowers on the skies, Her swaying hairs and his steps, Are rhyming twinkling with weather. Loving endlessly as if it was the last walk they had together .
Thank you for making me battle the demons in my head, that won't let me sleep You were the price that I paid... To lose myself To love myself It was brutal It wasn't something I ever wanted... But Thank you for breaking the illusion That love is not merely petals of roses And forever is just another lie Thank you making me realize... That we all fear to die All alone But this truth only remains, When everyone, and everything is gone. Thank you for turning my heart Into a petrified Stone I'm still alone But not lonely Not paralyzed by past Now I'm at peace Now I know And I see Nothing will last Neither you Nor me
Its imminent. Unescapable. Torturous and yet so wryly, so coyly, so hauntingly ~ Glorious. The past. Like poorly-engineered compartments in a local train, it fails to keep the contents unmixed. It fails to keep you away from me. There is not a single 24 hour berth that does not have you crashing on it. The past is a poor administrator. The past is a cranky old man with stories like sugary treats having courted and murdered his teeth. The past is alcohol. The past is inviting. But I hope, that someday the future will bring you to me and it'll be the end of this terrible hangover.