Sometimes...

Sometimes this whole world seems uninhabited at the thought of somebody whom I miss the most.

Sometimes the silence and chillness of that cold night, the aroma of that old book and its torn pages, sedate my soul, evoking the memories of my past life.

Sometimes, those crimson eyes follow me wherever I go, like a bloody midnight moon.

Sometimes, curling up under the blanket in bed, with eyes closed give me the feeling that, I am on the safest place on earth.

Sometimes I become an anonymous to myself, in the large floating crowd.

Sometimes the thought of never waking up from my sleep, the next morning is simply amusing.

Sometimes your doubt that, “Is she a little crazy???”, after reading this post, is quite justifiableJ

  

dream...

It is a dream. A dream, as hollow as a bubble.......

That’s the reason why, your smile did not become my lullaby and why your heartbeats did not smoothen my wrinkled soul and why I never met you and why there is no YOU........

night sky

Watching night sky is one of my hobbies. Bet you all love it too.

I don’t know what feeling fills my heart when I watch the night sky but I think it’s a mixture of romantic, melancholic and blissful feeling.

I like walking alone on the terrace of my home, watching the sky during the twilight.

At that time, I always try to find out the brightest of all the stars because I know that it’s my granny.

Then I will smile at her and believe me she will smile back…she was so sweet, my unique granny….

You know, When I was young I used to think that, everyday a star falls down from the sky. And hence I used to stay alert to catch one ;D

Sometimes I would simply wait for a shooting star or watch the moon among the floating clouds. Isnt she pretty and majestic like a queen.?

But what do we learn in the school? That moon is the only natural satellite of the earth, we belong to milky way galaxy, stars don’t twinkle but its just atmospheric refraction bla bla bla.

Now who cares about all that when the beauty of the night sky leaves us speechless……

No science can tell you about the stars better than our “twinkle twinkle little star” rhyme that we learnt in our kindergarten.

But It’s true that as we grow up we become rational, And hence there won’t be or there can’t be any place for those silly, kiddish thoughts that we once strongly believed in!

They just become something we can simply laugh at heartily, a part of childhood memories.

Well, let me conclude this post with a short poem. (poem? Don’t think so) J

“I hear the twinkling stars

Whispering to me,

‘Come to us. Come to this zenith.’

Oh stars, I will reach there one day.

If not in my life, at least after that”

WHY DID THE LONELY TEAR CRY?

She was like the leaf that refused to dance with her pals with the rhythm of the wind
While others admired the beauty of the rose, it was the thorns, which caught her attention.
Nobody knew that.
I like to call her “the lonely tear”
Her journey started like any other one, with a flock…
She wanted to talk with them but nobody bothered to listen.
She wanted to oppose the wrong, but courage betrayed her .
she got irritated.
But her heart said that all was goanna be fine but mind asked her to change the track
Then she stopped, others went away…..nobody noticed that she was missing
Now She was alone and confused. confused because there arose a dilemma
“Was it her heart’s words that all she needs or was it the minds words that she should heed.
In the battle mind won.
she started building her own world, and she got hypnotized by the solitude that her world offered
Days died one by one and soon she got used to the eerie world. Eerie, only to others. As she walked on, she could hear somebody shouting her to come back
However, she pretended to be deaf. Because by then her world amazed her and she wanted to move on!

One day the lonely tear cried……..cried and cried.
It was so odd that she did that
She should not have, for she loved the numbness of loneliness, it was a soothing pain.
She never regretted because she chose what she liked
Then why did the lonely tear cry?
Was she sad that her world only had
a diary, a pen,music,books nature and silence? No that was rich enough.
then why?
It all happened because of expectations…….
when she forgot how to smile, when she was at the threshold of something weird ,her heart dominated her mind, gifted her hopes.
Hopes which at last turned out to be some bloody broken expectations.it hurt her.
She now understands,”expectation” is a poison .
She now wants to get out of the inferno….
But she don’t want to go back, she is only wondering if she could ever get somebody to understand her to share her world
But whom she wants is just another her, another lonely tear. she is sick of pretending now
I understand, with confusions screaming around her, she is trying to talk but unfortunately, her language is silence....
Or is she a coward?