Saturday, September 20, 2014

Shooting Stars



There's wind blowing through my hair. The smell it is bringing is so luptuous and sinful. It lures me to the land above the ground and below the sky. The milky way, the stars, the light, the darkness... I am just travelling through time or maybe I am escaping it. The azure, the palette of my imagination is the only part purest in me. Colors here never fade. I can have my own world of laughter, love and joy. I can see everyone from here, how I want them to be. Here, there is no pause, just a symphony that falls like a waterfall... calm and then wild and calm again. Ahh! what a symphony of life.

There is a carnival here today. The void is lit by the stars and the chandelier is the moon. Everyone is dancing on this symphony. But I'm not. I am waiting for my heart to loose me and go where it belongs. I am looking for you. There are too many people enjoying the dance. My heart is racing fast as I can sense you near me. I know this is it. I know this is my destination and I will be home soon.

And there were you. Standing, looking at me with all the love in your heart. The coordinates of time have disappeared in oblivion. Why suddenly everyone near me have stopped dancing? Why are they looking at us? Were they rejoicing on us to meet? Yes! they were. This night is for us. This night which comes in a lifetime, is ours as we are about to fall in love. Do you realize, we have fallen in love? The way you look at me, my heart is pounding. I wish this night lasts forever.

And then you came close to me. I guess I am trembling. I can not feel any fiber of my body  except my heartbeat. As you approach, I feel my world approaching towards me. You are my world. Come fast, I fear the distance don't widen us apart. These dancing mannequin are trying to come between us, so walk fast. Now I can sense the fear in me- of loosing you and still you not close enough. But I have faith in you, you'll find a way to reach to me.

And look, here you are. Fighting all obstacles for me. I know you are tired. I know you are hurt cause you might have hurt someone dear. Just come to me, let me take you in my arms. Let me take all your pain and worries. I'll let all my happiness flow to you. I am holding you, close to my heart. And look, all those dancing people are going up in the sky... just like shooting stars...


Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Open Road

I wana walk and not run. Running inflicts fear. Fear of past, fear of future, fear of falling.
Walking gives you time to sink in, time to  think and introspect. It gives you moments, moments free from all suffering, moments melting your skin, moments burning your heart. I wana walk for miles, on the road that lead to nowhere, a road that started from nowhere. The serenity of silence will be just for me. No one's there on that open road. Just me, moon, stars, wind and peace.

No one could understand you, but the road will. Staring up at the clear sky, talking to the stars. They know your story, they have watched over you for years... they will watch for few more. The road gives you assurance of being with you and lay even before you step on it.

I walked that road. The wind gushing in, crawls over my skin. It fills your lungs & you breathe- you breathe like never before. you feel free even when you are merely walking. Under the moonlight your vision is blur. To my right was a path filled with brown dried grass leading to a slope I did not know how deep was it but enough to know it can perish me. To my left was a small hill shining in all its glory. The ground which lead to it was spaced out. I could have gone their for a while, danced under the moonlight, imagined wind twirling with me too. Sky being my ceiling with light bulbs & crickets playing music. I should have done that. Damn!!!

Behind me was me. Me one step before, me before thousand steps.There was no one behind me, no past just that the coordinates of slope and hill had changed. It brought me to life that I have nothing behind. It is just forward I have to walk & walk forever. The wind was blowing on my face playing with my hair. The mystic fog around me was kissing away the tragedies. I was cold and chilly but the life of the wind, dried grass, stars moon, road... kept me warm.