"If sky was a sea, we would have swam more dreams than we see the clouds". I had never doubted the sky even after listening to 'the sky is falling' but maybe I ironically existed to only day dream about 'thousand reasons why would it be' and if I had to convince the sky, I would say, "you don't have to drown me in, I am already a cloud floating, but I hope to capsize soon into your blues" so I keep finding shapes in them like a toddler and finding meanings like an adult. But that evening, a little in me changed, that was the first time, I stared the life into a falling raindrop, slipping miserably from my palms and I looked above the black and gray clouds to only find a sky that was so clear, the winds breezing through the jacket, stopped in the slits and pockets where I always covered the cold fingers. Every morning sky, where the wrinkled bed sheets, where the half filled jug, where the repeated songs, dominated me, she opened the door to the green grasses that waited for my barefooted walk, where the dew drops waited to heal the cracked feet, where her bangles rung the alarm and where the sun rose in my bedroom upon my eyelid, She changed 'the arm chair sleep' into sound snores and 'afternoon unbearable sky' into her shadows that played in me, every afternoon where my unread book was left opened, where the lunch never filled the stomach, where the TV turned blank, she always found an excuse to search the 'me'. She never hesitated to hold the story book for me to find a child in me, she knew the dusk's purple and reddish sky had him color blinded but she knows how to let him see the colors, she knows the biggest fear in me was when the sky turned black again, he will shiver for all the grays. So she never stopped me talking to the walls, instead she let me count the stars where I was left behind holding someone's finger who taught me how to walk and I would today say, 'you changed the skies I had once seen'.
'Now I only the see the fluffy clouds, Romanticizing the shapes we see together'
Mera Jeena hai ab us sapne tak, Jo Dekha Mene khudko bikharne tak, Uske baad hai Sab muqammal, Bas shayad hi hoga uske baad koi pal, Khali hai meri Yeh jholi, Rang toh hote hi hai, jaise Ho holi, Bas Mujhe unki baate rang degi thodi.
My life is devoted to that dream, Which I saw till I was weakened to bones, After that, completes everything, Leaving no moment for my life later, My bag is empty yet, But there are colors like the one's in 'Holi' Alas! I got covered by their camouflaging words.
Lost: Stolen Boot •••••••••••••••••••••• Brown and leatherette looking for its half-life gleaming in oblivion a black pair of flip-flops its wife a murderer or a drop of wine slipped its owner and closed a door of his life on bed of hospital he scream due to the fracture it did on other side it makes a innocent face proving itself not a culprit by showing its broken sole it whines people look at it with pity and gossips how its owner has never taken care of it it grins it laughs when touched surface of that old fat dustbin
This is known as taleaant '-' Maaf krna agar y dekh k aapki aankho ko cancer hogya ho .