Another article for Candlesonline. I am exploring the joy of writing various topics .
She walked with around the bed
as if observing the whole of him
sneaking and checking if he was asleep
it was the coldest morning
all she wanted was a hug of warmth
she moved close to him
grumbled at the catch of a peaceful spot
amidst his arms close to his warmth
she tucked herself under her furry self
slowly closing her eyes and giving him the touch of her fur
she cozily slept near his warm hands
like a kitten close to the cat.
A scene I always woke up to, when my brother used to put his cat to bed.
Sun is about to rise
Still the streaks of light emerging from the horizon
behind the high rise building, I could see the sun coming up
people walking beside me swiftly to start their day
clasping my arms together as the cold wind blows past me
I watch the streets coming live
the fresh baking smells arising from the baker’s stores
the smell of fresh flowers decking up in the stalls on the walkways
the dog walkers walking down the streets
people jogging down with their ears plugged in with music
kids rushing to school as Iw alk past them
All these gave me fresh memories of my past
walking down the road, back to my own shelter
enclosing myself in the old shack of mine
I lay waiting for the next morning to arrive.
Lost in my daydreams
As I sat browsing the world through the window
the car moving swiftly breaking away all the thin layer of air
gushing on its own path to a destination unknown to me
I lay my focus on the world that is witnessing me
looking at me like a passing meteor above them
unable to see me, even though they look at me
the speed is close to the speed of light
I felt as if I was thrown at a faster pace to a destination
glimpsing through the scenes I just glance through but do not register
music floating in my ears, at times contemplating my own thoughts
every station or every song revisits my memories
bringing in a smile or even a broken memory to my heart
like the passing phases of life, I witness
the memories pass through my mind
giving me a fresh tinge of each one I always cherished.
As I walk around the streets without people go unnoticing me, I do not know where Am I living. The streets and the roads even the shops are quite frequently visited, yet there is no familiarity. There is no glimpse of “feeling like being at home”. Earning a living in the city is like losing oneself. Falling apart from the reality of being me. Lost in the crowd, amidst the chaos and confusions that the world around me is creating. I miss the real me, who loves smiles, friendly gestures etc.
Even the rush in the city pulls me out of the present and puts me in a place where I always wanted. The real life, where I could feel if my lungs are breathing, I could feel if there was a touch of a leaf. The days I miss a lot. It is ironic when I was on the running spree to fall into a busy life and get moving, I left everything I ever wanted, everything I treasured the most in the corner of my heart and set myself to a life which was never befitting me.
An unmatched lifestyle, irrelevant walk of life and everything that was never me- I live now. The city even if I lived years, never got adapted to me.And I still feel like a stranger.
I want to fall into those Greenlands, authentic houses surrounded by beautiful lakes and trees bordering them.Singing of the cuckoo, the chirping of the birds, the fresh smell of sand and early mornings with the prayers chanting from the far-off temples, the church bells, the ones I MISS the most.
I want to be in my cradle back again, to feel like being full of life.
She sat close to the fountain overlooking the reflection of her in the water. It was close to dusk time, the sun setting its own way off to sleep in its cozy bed. Tears dripping from her eyes, she sat there as the world moved fast aside her. As she was lost in her thoughts, she heard a voice from the distant.
Someone calling out her name from the far-off distance…
She turned around to look, but her eyes were clouded with the tears ….so only the voice echoed around her. The voice was a painful cry, she knew it was her mom calling out to her. She could feel the agony in the voice. She closed her eyes, and all she could see was the panicky face of her mother. Even in the worn out clothes, her mom was the prettiest.
Before she looked up, there were those tender hands hovering over her, it was her mother. She sat close to her near the fountain. She noticed that her mother took a deep breath as she was finding her words to speak.
As she raised her head up with those teary eyes, she noticed that her mother gave her a worried look.She wiped her tears and said,
” Mamma, I … I … Lost my watch”, She wept before she could say more.
She looked at her mom in the most compassionate way, trying to figure out whether she was upset or not.
It was like magic at once, it seemed like the whole worrisome on her mom’s face just washed away in the spur of the moment. Her mom hugged her.
Slowly she turned around, dipping her legs in the cold water of the fountain, she extended her arm and held her close to herself.
Her mom said ” I know you are tensed, but you don’t have to worry dear. I know we earned every penny to buy you that precious gift for your birthday. It is not your mistake that you lost it. “
She calmed her down, holding her close to herself.
As she still wept, her mom said: ” Come let’s go home, it’s getting darker, your little brother is all alone”. They both grabbed her bag and began to walk.
She was surprised that her mom wasn’t angry with her. They walked as her mom explained her day to her and how much work she got done before it was time for home. She also joyfully shared the dinner she was getting ready for them.
That night, as she was off to bed, she called out to her mom.
Her mom, wiped her hands as she was doing the dishes and sat beside her on the bed.Cozily tucking her blankets and pillows, she said ” Do not fall in love with things that you possess, as one day it will be lost. Love the ones you are around, do not spoil your happiness with the shadow of the things you lost. I know dear you are upset, as you blame yourself. Grasp it as a lesson for yourself to improve if you think you can be better. Each one of has to struggle day-by-day for earning, it takes a great deal of effort. Learn to save. But Yes, Money and possession are not the ones you would treasure in life, it is the love you are blessed with. “
She smiled at her, as she kissed her goodnight, returning to her own chores.
The pages are unfamiliar
the joy is profound
smells are inviting
the freshness is gasping my breath
the words coming out of you are like magic
I just cannot take my eyes off you
reading you through to finish learning you
to keep you in my memory like the freshness you bestowed
let m begin the journey with you
to understand you better, to understand me better
let me read you out, O My book.