Under the Umbrella of Your Shine

At the far end of the road. Beyond the tunnel. Right where you see a fresh bright light. I know you stand there. And as the sun sets every day, I smile to myself knowing that no matter how unending this dark tunnel may get, I'd always find you as my star light. 

Daydreaming Escapades

It was a barren land. Dust blew with strong gushes of heated wind. She took one step after another. Her frail body being pushed sideways with the pressure of the wind. where was she headed, she absolutely had no idea. Though she must move on. Walk on. The expanse of barren land around her continued as far and wide as she could see.

Last night, when the wind slowed down a bit and the chilly wind pierced hee bones,  she pitched a camp and sat trying to listen closely to the silence that enveloped the star lit, minimal landscape.

The small fire that she used to manage building flickered and hissed as the wind tried to topple over its meagre existence.

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She felt a hand on her shoulder. Someone shook her. She looked over her shoulder and her elder sister stood there flaring her nostrils as she smoked a cigarette.

"Would you for heaven's sake get your chores done Sarah, before you start off with your daydreaming sessions!!" She shouted.

Sarah looked at the basket filled with washed wet laundry and picked up
One article after another carefully putting it out on the wire on the balcony. Children played in the street below, her thoughts wandering off into another realm once again. Far from the saddening crowd.

Specks of Dust

I closed my eyes. A tinge of indigo enveloped my vision, or probably lack thereof. I wanted nothing. You must be imagining the colour black, no I don't mean black. I mean nothing a nameless non existent colour that truly describes the shallowness within me.

Don't worry, I wouldn't bore you guys about mundane substance pertaining to events and happenings of my life. I realise this is a blog, not a diary, but then who are we to define anything at all. Whether that be colours, feelings or ideologies and perspectives on the world by and large.

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The rabbit scurried into the rabbit hole, without gaining any notice whatsoever from Aliza, who sat under this blooming apple tree on this overcast spring morning. She looked like Alice, but then again who ever did truly know Alice to draw a comparison.

500km To Nowhere

I stand in a cold dark cave. Its pitch black. I cannot make out a single thing around me. A cold, wet smell reeks in the cave. A smell that's somewhere between a pleasant scent and a bad odour. As wet and cold as that of the summer monsoons. Enchanting. Yet also reminds one of cold clingy blood forming a pool and crystallizing slowly outside some butcher's shop in a small village in the mountains, where the heavy moist fog hangs insistently.

I snap back from my thoughts. I'm falling short of breath as if I'm trapped in a glass bottle with hundreds of eyes staring at me while I fall short of breath, while I stagger across the slippery side surface of the bottle. Eyes tear down my existence by their gaze piercing through me, in anticipation of not what would happen to me but rather with an excited flicker to watch death overcome. 

Like one watches a house fly, it's tiny wings being a beautiful prismatic film through which the morning sun filters it's rays as it bangs itself against the window repeatedly in.hopes of going someplace it's never been to before. A destination unknown, but a destination nonetheless.

I see a beam of light and a few muffled distant sounds of hurried footsteps and people calling out my name as I zone out into a slumber I had never known before. Headed on a journey I had never set out on before. With no destination.

And The Universe Smiled Down At Her That Night

She rubbed her eyes. They were dry. As if a cold dry winter spell had taken over a once happy village street. Just that way.

She was sitting in the snow. Her legs and bum nearly numb despite the layers upon layers of clothes. She wiggled her toes inside her scarlet wellies. It felt somewhat nice. The meadow was empty. Tall trees stood like melancholy guarding posts in the distance. She listened closely to the silence around her as the skies turned a shade of violet and the stars twinkled brightly in the clear skies.

She smiled to herself as she remembered him saying, "Everything will be alright!"

Impact of probably cliched words from someone who matters to you form like a keystone for the nearly ramshackle arch of one's emotions.

She got up and sang as she made her way back home.  Her balmy voice echoing ever so slightly making the stars smile down at her, "Are we all loost staaars, Trying to liight up theee daaark!"

Cast Me In Concrete

That subdued light and the water of the lake reflecting a tinge of orange on the ash grey concrete facade. Soft halogen lamps lit up a stairway beautifully cut into the sloping terrain, leading to a deck where wind swept my hair as I looked at the expanse of the lush green hills echoing serenity and calm, in the distance.

There was something about that place. Its sublimeness of the structure tried to compete against that of the hills. Wild grass, yellowing in the autumn swayed at the banks of the lake with the gentle wind making them dance to a silent tune.

I smiled at myself as the sun dipped down and the colours of the sky being reflected in the lake, turned from a mild orange to a vibrant yet soft pink blending into the hues of a subtle violet. My legs lay sprawled in front of me.

"The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night."

Haruki Murakami

Lets Hum Along

The bus stopped in that ghost village in the middle of nowhere, the name of the village was Chillas, somewhere in the midst of the bosom of a rugged barren mountainous terrain. I wanted to slide open the window of the bus but dust got into my eyes and nose making it impossible to breathe and see after a while.

I distinctly recall that being blinded by the scorching sun rays and choking on at least a handful of glacier sand, I found a small firefly ignite somewhere deep within me, being cupped ever so gently by an uplifting sense of presence. The presence of my being.

I closed my eyes as my heart filled with a warm glow that had ignited a profound idea, that somewhere down the road, there will be no sandstorms to clog my throat and if I get lucky I might wake up next morning to find myself lying in a boat gliding upon clear turquoise waters and a puff of air would carry cherry blossom petals along.