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.
Those neon lights got struck into his tired eyeballs as he could not walk straight to streets, he had a sullen face dropped to jaws for his guts were enough to show how much had he been carelessly seen.
Thoughts of "Aree kal first exam hai" ran through his adrenaline that was scared of tumbling the balance under his feets, slowly he stumbled upon the burger joint that was already ridden in pockets, a sudden approach he made to the counter, shocked them.
"Yes, what would you like to have?", Order taker asked with a gentle gesture
Confused on what his throbbing hunger would scream over, he hesitantly ordered two Aloo Tikki, Order taker nodded his head and saw a spark in him that was never on the brink of closing down.
While the watch was already late, chairs were quiet vacate, he sat over with a brooding posture that was well matured to question philosophy, order taker couldn't resist to talk him out as he got towards him tip toeing,
"these hours barely had anyone coming over, I am surprised to see you", order taker said softly.
He saw the order taker interrupting his calm temple, with a glare he uttered, "maybe few spaces are not to be trespassed, yes I have come cause I have no work?".
The rude and prideful disguise was torn apart when the order taker spoke, "See little man, I understand maybe we know this on equal levels just less my age from yours? Maybe some strings are puppeting you?".
He broke to the tiny drips, however not falling to pieces he said, "but that I know, I am just stuck, lately I have realized it had to be two burgers and not a full dinner!"
Order taker sighed and looked quietly to say, see, we have to be left in some way? Maybe not every home is really a home right?
I was searching for some pictures, But I came to know these candles have been together upon melting, I couldn't catch the flames, it was then extinguished, Not with the hands but with eyes, Some drops could speak through glass.
"These chips are tasty, mommy! Tomorrow I want to go out". He said with a stubborn expression having the last day of rejoiced vacation.
"No we ain't going anywhere beta, we will prepare something nice at home for you" but the mommy was knowing how to get her disturbed kid into his tiny world of fairies that never flew.
His slumber couldn't be more a sleep as he found his loosened control on over speeding the yellow gleam inside the tunnel as he was a shocked himself.
The sign boards were only a merely ignored plates that had a wanderlust for every wheel that could slip down the line, his reddish turned eye stressed with yawns mixtured the emotional fury,
"Man! How much more? I want to eat now I didn't even get sip of wines, I can't stop this whip on sideways, exclaimed while being irritated. Oh yes! One is away 50kms where buses halt too, not to be missed".
Caution to the winds, the rear view mirror only showed a small cluster of headlights as he had over taken every car that tried to keep their temple at peace, his gearbox had been restless and if only he had some mercy over his right leg pushing forcibly the accelerator, he could have probably not horrified the edgy 'Ghats'.
His wide opened and strained eyes fumed to the unattended self, maybe the photographs are the biggest lie to the stranger's sight and he somewhat was one of a kind. How can a tree be with all green leaf but will not let fall asleep a single one? He drove over the vendetta that served him bitter courage that he tasted willingly.
"Ahhh! At this point, I could reach my meeting tomorrow a bit early, I need to have some snacks", his throbbing hunger responded now, the evening were chanting the chirps in the western ghats, now it was yet dark down the mountains where lived the tiny shelters and cloud hidden towers, he left all the side window mirage in vain.
He was going haywire with his vehicle, he knew he was the biggest stake holder and owner, any rash could be a fatal blow, but now he could drive fearlessly for every fear drowned with his swallowing of warnings that rang in his head.
'Maybe rubbing eyes on every tear have only blurred the mind more'
Isn't it strange to write a letter to strangers! You don't know name, locality nothing. But sometimes it's better to write such letters as someone may seek love, hope, & solicitude in its solitude.
My #LetterToStranger, To Whoever Finds This. Drop a ❤ if you can relate and convey your suggestions without any hesitation. #Stranger ---------------------------------------------------------- TO WHOEVER FINDS THIS :- ---------------------------- Dear Stranger,
Everyone covets for the gift of serene sunshine & rapturous rain But ever wonder, Will these be awarded without any pain !
Neither dark night passes away peacefully nor breeze sings lullaby always Dauntless soldier fights against any adversities coming across its voyage.
Steer ship of your life towards land of dreams, not to halt through storm & scream Leaving the darkest nights of terror, rise & sail until it became a half-remembered dream.
None can shatter your zesty spirit into pieces Ride waves of joy instead being buried under the sea of sadness.
I'm a stranger to you like a lighthouse to sailor Guiding with light of love, hope and solicitude even in solitude, when the sky is paler.
You're the sailor of your life. Your journey & story are important.
Hope to see you on the other end of Universe. Yours Mr. Stranger
* GLOSSARY :- Covet - Strongly desire, Serene - Calm & Peaceful, Rapturous - Joyous or Blissful, Wonder - Feeling of amazement, Breeze - Gentle wind, Lullaby - Gentle song, Dauntless - Fearless, Adversity - Hardship or Unpleasant situation, Voyage - Journey, Halt - Stop, Scream - Make a loud cry, Shatter - Break, Zesty - Pleasing, Bury - To cover something, Solicitude - Care & Concern, Pale - Less colour * ---------------------------------------------------------- @writersnetwork@mirakee@writersbay@mirakeeworld
As Mark Twain once famously said, "Truth is stranger than fiction..." I'm inclined to agree; and perhaps you might be too, after reading this personal tale of a recent experience I had with an afflicted individual. May the situation soon drawn to a close. God willing.
ENDGAME REVELATIONS by Carolyn Glackin Birthed through the heart of creation An innocent child of the Light Cherished by all of the heavens And all that was holy and right With the curious mind of a dreamer And a creative imagination In those times when her world would go dark She'd dream up a whole new situation Time after time this occurred But the little one wasn't to blame Because somehow she just had to cope With the burdens of terror and shame Through illusions, some respite was found But then somewhere along the way She no longer could discern The truth from this game she would play Haunted by nightmarish visions Hounded by menacing evil In the grips of a sinister plot And a life that was fraught with upheaval With a mind that was young and unformed Left wide open, afraid, and alone She fell prey to malevolent forces Thus her mind was no longer her own Garishly fractured and twisted Her soul now devoid of the Light And no one around was the wiser 'Cept a few who had spiritual sight Years later this girl, now a woman Somehow found her way to my path From the first, I could sense the huge problem That would lead to this wild aftermath But fate likes to keep a few secrets So back then I had no way to know That the problems this woman was facing Would continue to worsen and grow Three long years, she pursued me and plagued me The stalking was truly absurd She spied on me day after day And gazed at my every word Many times, I attempted to help her For I sensed her confusion and pain But my every attempt seemed quite futile As my efforts would all go in vain There's quite a bit more to the story But not all of it's my tale to tell Although one thing I can say for certain Her whole life was a true living hell Commandeered by a sinister presence Mind controlled by this dark entity At long last, a great truth came to light She had plagued me in hopes that I'd see For if someone would only take notice And help her accomplish her goal She could rid herself of this nightmare And reclaim the rights to her soul Although I'm an intuitive healer In service to God's greater good With these horrors, I'm not trained to help her So I sought out somebody that could Now it's up to the one holy Spirit In the hands of the most sacred Light The Divine shall soon rescue her soul As I've prayed for this morning and night A new day will soon be upon us And from there, she can finally heal But for now, that is all I can say All the rest, only time can reveal. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2/28/2021
May you go forth peacefully, in your own separate way, causing no more harm to yourself or others. I wish you well.
I defeat the purpose of survival, Everyday with little monster of truths, The gunpowder you spilled , On my cold heart, Doesn't sounds like it exist, But dances in ribcage With heavy guilt of ‘YOU' 'within.
I smile everyday With shedded thousand skins, My own reflection questions me, ‘You made love' Or ‘Love made you mad' Spreading poison makes the silk of my soul splits in half, For watching my world falling apart, Were ‘you' symbolises as ‘ FEAR' ‘I' say myself a burned out ‘MISTAKE'.
You were never born for forgiveness, But claiming yourself as paradox, You stole my blooming flowers, And smelled for purpose, Of your mysterious sins. I cried with petals of your perfections, And you laughed with toxic chemical of my fragrance,. You left me with nothingness, Today, I'm no more a hope in my escape, But a bleeding night forever, Where moonlight hates my guts to stay silent. I guess cause, I'm no more a rose but a mess of it's thorns.
If you want to let go of past, of the things and people who have hurt you, then you have to let go of the grudges you hold towards them too.
Unzip your bag and throw out the grudges you have been holding. If you want to move ahead in life then as you let go of things and people who aren't good for you, you should leave the grudges at their door only. I know it's not easy, there are things which can't be let go of easily but at least you can try. Life is more than spending your days thinking about what others did to you.
You can break your links from them by not talking to them anymore but this grudges thread would keep on bringing you back to them.
Pack your bag with zeal, courage, determination, beautiful memories, important lessons and morals but try not to make it heavy with the weight of past situations. The journey would become easier :'))
You and I were trapped with same layers of excuses, were the soul was beaten, ached and broken again and again. I lived 18 years apart tho, but you never tried finding me , I was cursed and you? You smiled breathing underwater.
You deserved clarity, And I didn't find any stain, In between I was haunted, And you? You were just another heartbreaking tragedy. Inner ‘you' and ‘I' cried, You had a tears outside And I just loved explaining inside.
I never called you on my way, But you merged in my ears with guilt every hour, Today , when we both know , We are same genre of body, Hiding behind the temperaments Of extraversion and introversion, We , you and I are no more here But caged under the lantern of loneliness, Where the light exist but time faded, Where Moments exist but people faded Where air exists but breathe faded, With the realisation that, ‘She' existed and ‘ I ' faded.
I paint a sky with blue crayons but my tiny hand can't draw kites and gorgeous birds on the meadow of soaring sky. But those pregnant clouds beg in front of me to place them on my blue sky and I try to romanticize my crayons to tint some black clouds and they're about to give birth some metaphors with the nudges of rain drops.
I spray some red colors on the petals of a forgotten rose and it twirl its head with the melody of summer rain and breezes of my sweetheart's megalopolis. And near a faded facade, that rose blooms with a poetic smile on its lips and it opens out while crumpling some wild flowers with its amorous fragrance.
I want to decorate a poem with the colors of Van Gogh, with the history of Babylon and Cleopatra, with the melodies of Bukowski and with the hues of Sylvia Plath. But behind a blue veil of life, I sleep with the paintings and truths of death.
Let's paint together with some dark nights ; Let's decorate that night with silken stars ; Let's spray some happiness on those tiny hearts.