Weathered and Dying

So I'm just another story you happened to read while taking the subway. I am the dirty piece of newspaper that had been nearly folded and stuck behind a seat. My folded corner has yellowed and weathered with time. I used to hear people talking, lovers whispering, punks humming but it has been quite some time since I have seen them. I wanted to feel the crisp zesty breeze tingling me and making me sway and make crackling sounds.

You picked me up that day and unfolded me. I thought to myself that finally I'll feel the breeze again and yes I did too. But didn't know that all you used me for was wiping your sweaty forehead and throwing me on the corner of some street only to be trampled upon by passer-bys and garbage collection trucks.

A Flavour of Welkin

The sun was setting somewhere behind these towering mountains and all that suggested was a faint orange tinge in the eastern sky. A soft breeze blew tickling the nape of my neck with my hair and its tingling cold ghostly touch. The fine grains of moist soil stuck in between the curves of my toes as I walked absently towards the river, while looking at the tangerine sky, diving and plunging into bouts of imagination at the forms made by the picturesque puffy clouds with ends blending like cream in the blue. A drop of water fell on my bare shoulder and took me by surprise. I closed my eyes lightly and opened my mouth waiting for another raindrop to nestle on my tongue so I could taste the creamy sweet flavour of the heavens.

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I'm Almost There

I don't want no clutches this time around.
I don't want to smile 'cos you'll want me to.
I'll pour some water in vessel of my soul,
And strut and drag myself to my goal.
So stand there laughing at me as the girl who struts,
But I'll walk to my goal with the bullets piercing in my guts !

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Tomorrow Waits To Welcome Me

I know one day I'll walk on fine sand.
Skip around and be merry too.
Sit around a bonfire next to you,
Smiling to myself without a clue.
But today isn't that day,
I know so for sure.
Today I'm crawling through this dark wet cave,
With the mirage of the beautiful beach outside helping me through.
I know the myriad colours of the sea,
Would wash the bleakness the cave has painted me in.
So I crawl further with my knees scathed and sore,
With a tiny glimmer in my half-closed eyes!

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Floating in Bliss

The water is cold. It numbs me. I take a deep breath and immerse myself underwater.

I'm surrounded by a liquid that tranquils my racing heart. It was just beating as wildly as that of a wild hare scurrying along and trying to avoid the hunter's target.

But now, the smooth and soft water is freezing my oozing mind. My closed eyes can feel the stream water tickling me.

Its a whole different world down here. I wish they knew so. A tranquil world. A world where I talk in a new, soft and peaceful language and converse with every droplet that that forms part of the rushing water, as it slides along my warm body.

Living my Existance

I won't be bent and changed. I have not sculpted out of soft wet wood. They sculpted me out of marble. I'll stay my ground. I stand in the park and see the kids walking with their parents eating ice creams and cotton candies. They sometimes litter at my feet. But I don't mind them because they are pure if heart unlike the deceitful you. You promised me that I could walk but my dreams of seeing the world would always be there or that's what my friends tell me. They tell me stories as they perch on my head and shoulders. Despite the fact that I can't travel though I think I should thank you for one thing. Even though you didn't have it in ur mind while you sculpted me but I stay awake. Taking in everything around me. Not missing anything unlike you, who drinks every night in the desperation to forget all that you are afraid you might see and experience.

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Alien Encounter

I thought you were human. And a human encounter after centuries of secluded and individual space travel seemed nice. I thought for once I was not being lied to. I thought for once I should be spontaneous. I thought for once that you were real. But you were an alien dressed and masked in a human costume. The costume looked so real. Once it accidentally slipped away, I somehow thought you'd still stay as we both had met another living being after a long time and were happy to, too. Goodbye, Alien. Adieu!

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The Day I Chained Myself

Everything around me is covered with sand. Covered won't be the right word, it would be more appropriate to say: draped with a thick, grainy , velvet blanket of sand. I can feel tiny particles of sand struggling to get down the throat every second as I breathe. I'm tired and exhausted. I had heard that this was an oasis but all I see around me are everyday objects of sand thrown carelessly in the middle of the desert. I hear a sound. A faint, distant buzz. The wind had been the only voice I had been hearing for... two weeks... or was it a month?! I move towards the buzzing sound with a small hope flickering hope like a firefly trying to light up on a dark, drenching night. The sound is getting clearer as I make my way towards it through sand that gulped my feet with every step I take. I see it. Its a small transistor radio. I rush towards it,wobbling in the sand. I sit beside it looking at it intently. Its covered with a thick layer of sand too but the profound sense if happiness at hearing a different voice is mesmerizing. I want to touch the knob in hope to hear a human voice if I tune a channel, but unconscious fear has chained me to its post. What if my single touch turns the radio into mere dust. Dust that suffocated my throat as a price for every breath I take!

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Drench Me In Life!

My eyes are closed and I can hear silence. It is whispering in my ear, so softly that it is hard for me to understand the secrets its trying to tell me. Its riding on the morning breeze and drifts by me in a flash just like the tangy, zingy flavour as you bite the rind of a freshly picked orange by accident. 

Its an early spring morning and as I lay naked on this six feet wide road that zigzags between an expanse of mustard fields like a snake; the pebbly, nipping road tickles my back while a gush of wind caresses my bare skin leaving me with a spasmodic shudder.

The sun yawns lazily upon my feet, tingling and stealthily balming my almost numb body.

Its a beautiful feeling as i am laying there oxidizing my gold-leafed body in the morning zephyr.

A Spoonful of Sugar

This time I want to post in first person without the settings being some ambiguous place, and that is so because I want to share an experience with all you guys. I have been looking at people caught up in quite some situations, since a few weeks, and I couldn't make any sense out as to why they were going through all that they were but today just as I was doing some everyday chores, I realised that yes things aren't easy and maybe, we may say that people are helpless, but are we looking at things closely enough...i don;t think so!

What if we are ignoring the fact that no one ever is helpless.We all need to stand up for what we believe and and work hard for our goals and when you work this determined towards something, even Nature itself can't help but smile down at you while you fight against the tides no matter what season of the year it may be. 

So keep fighting and keep smiling and never regret anything that you do, because by the end of the day, it makes you who you are, and remember, there is nobody prettier than you (inside and out)! =)

Imprint Me In Stone

I stand in the center of a cold stone amidst the fast flowing river…on the river banks …I can see small caves jutting out here and there. I can feel something trickling down my eyes but I don’t want to know what it is. I don’t want to feel the moist trails left the trickling on my cheeks. A strong gush of wind slaps my hair across my face and lashing them in my eyes. The sun is setting at the horizon and there is a sharp orange line that slowly blends and dips into the approaching dusk, I want to drink the water from the river as it seems as if the reflective glow of the sinking sun has gold or maybe the elixir of life mixes in with it. I wonder to myself, maybe this becomes my savior as I’ll build a cave around me.

A cave similar, or if not similar, then more life-sucking than those that I see around me. Tonight, I know I’ll build a cave around me. A cave celebrating me and my existence in isolation.

But I know, as I’ll be picking up small rounded river rocks and placing them around me with the cold of the night stealthily tickling my bare feet with the stone underneath them, I’ll be visited by pixies tonight.

They will sing me hearty songs and we’ll sit around a bonfire eating marshmallows. They will tell me stories of fairies and nymphs and seeing their big, round eyes flicker in the light of the fire and their shiny noses and content smiles, I know I’ll dose of in a tranquil slumber and enter a meadow dotted with daisies and cashmere sheep here and there.