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The Red Balloon
She opened her eyes as the bright light piercing them. She checked the time on her phone and it was half-past twelve. She put the phone down in agitation and muttered something in her breath. Her head was stomping from oversleeping. By blaming her late-night working schedule, she got out of her bed. She was feeling quite disappointed by herself. She folded her bed, sheets, and everything and put it aside in her big drawing-room. Then, switched off her air cooler whose motor was making an extra noise and was giving no respite from the hot weather. Her sweat was stinking which she hated.
She headed towards the kitchen with a severe headache and hateful thoughts to make tea for herself. But the piled-up dishes in the sink caught her attention. She sat down exasperated. There were tears in her eyes. She didn’t make tea for herself that day. She was just lying on the sofa and scrolling through her phone and blaming herself in the process. She decide to take a day off from the work. After a while, she put down her phone aside, woke up from the couch and started cleaning her house. Her phone was playing some songs in the background. She folded her clothes tidely, arranged her wardrobe again which she was postponing for days. She cleaned her house, took a bath, ate and slept.
After one hour, she opened her eyes. It was dark, the sun has already gone and lights from other apartments were coming into her room. Suddenly, her eyes got stuck at one place. Something was flying inside her room. She switched the light on and saw a helium-filled red balloon was flying in the room, it was tied nicely with a book so that it could not fly away. She thought, maybe her friend brought this while coming from work. She came out from the room to inquire about it. Her friend was taking a bath. So she decided to make herself a tea and read a book.
From time to time, her eyes got stuck on the balloon. To her surprise, she was feeling happy from watching a balloon flying like this in her room. After a while, her friend came out of her room, they exchanged glances and smiled at each other. They both exactly knew what was going inside their mind. Without saying anything, they both were watching the balloon floating to and fro in the air. They talked about their day, made dinner, ate together but they did not talk about the balloon.
The next morning was bright and sunny again. But, she woke up with the first sound of her alarm. She made her bed, pour herself tea in the cup, and took a book to read on the balcony. While passing through the room, she saw that balloon again. There was a wide smile on her face. The whole day she did whatever she planned for herself. But, now and then, the one glance at the balloon was making her feel alive and happy. She never had been a fan of such things even in her childhood. But that small thing was making an unexpected impact on her life. It felt like a symbol of hope, she thought while looking at it. She has now understood why they say that happiness lies in enjoying little things and moments. And also, that she doesn’t require phoenix moments to change her life.
Undying Dreams..
Oh! These undying dreams.
My heart is splintered and the hope is getting bruised.
But my dreams accompany me everywhere..
They hold me tightly
and absorbs my darker hue.
My tears are rolling down
and I am sitting on the chair.
My hands are pressing my mouth,
so that no one could hear,
the silent noises of my fear.
Crying and healing altogether,
seeking refuge in the undying dreams.
Everything is getting darkened,
And even the sun is leaving.
Now, orange light is spreading in the sky
and asking me to survive
one day at a time.
Soon I will find the way and
the WORLD WHICH I SEEK,
Because dreams don’t die like this.
Her life’s quest..
Many years ago, it was a cold winter morning. The Sun was yawning and peeping through the cloud. The white land was sleeping covered in the mist along with the old pine tree in the forest. A young girl was running through the field in her tattered old jacket. Her hair was tied under the scarf. And she was breathless and restless. Sweat was dripping from her forehead which she wiped again and again. After running few miles she entered the forest. She went to that old tree and hugged it tightly. There were pain and respite in her eyes. She sat there for a while and burst into tears. Then, the old tree opened its eyes. And asked her politely, “Why you are here my lady?”
She stopped for a second and took a deep breath. And started singing a sad and an alien song, and her voice echoed through the air.
She sung:
It is hard to breathe in sometimes,
When my whole world is getting crushed under this vast sky.
It is hard to keep the faith,
But why do I need to defy?
It is hard to sink in the feelings and memories are nightmares.
I am perplexed and confused by these unending desires.
I have dreams and wings to fly, but my fate is brutally swollen and bone dry.
I know my path, But this road is full of rocks and pebbles,
They often mock me and call me a rebel.
How should I survive and end this plight?
How should I break these shackles and how do I break free.
Oh! Old tree,
Please be forthright.
I have some stories to tell, but even words betray me.
The tree was patiently listening
to every word she said.
There were tears in her eyes and
soon her sadness spread even in the sky.
The girl stopped singing and waiting for the tree to answer to end her misery. But suddenly the earth starts trembling and a gust of strong wind swept her away from the tree. She was now falling into the deep dark valley. She was shrieking with fear and opened her eyes. Soon, she realized it was just a dream. She thanked herself that she woke up before the old tree could answer anything. After all, it is her life’s quest and only she should find how to break free and to live.
Take me to the Dreamland..
I am closing my eyes now;
Huge walls and
vast blue sky are the only sight which I can afford.
And the music which soft breeze offers.
Sitting idly and thinking about the days..
When dreams were clear even in the smoky haze.
In the long cold nights or
in hot summer days
or in the monsoon when the rain droplets subsumed my entire self.
I am closing my eyes now,
so that you can hold my hands.
Take me to the world of mystic mountains
and where are the river and the fountains.
And where the giant trees and the soft green bed of the nature lies.
And where everything has transcendental ties.
Where the imprints of the scented flowers etched in every path;
Where the creaky bridges tell me stories of the long lost past.
Where the dews are dripping from the leaves of the old trees,
and on the branches where birds weaves its nest and
looks like a golden chandelier.
Where the butterflies fly in a synchronous way,
and where the night is brighter than days.
Take me to the place where I can write and you can caress my hair.
Take me where I can laugh like a child,
and you can adore my face.
Take me to the place where I can put my head on your shoulder
and my sorrow falls when you embrace.
Take me to the world of stories
and the myths
and the legends.
Take me to the place where magic never ends.
Take me somewhere in my imagination
and to the place where I can build a fantasy land.
Now, I am closing my eyes again..
Don’t wake me up
Because right now huge walls and vast sky are the only place I can afford.
I dare to dream..
I want to be free..
I don’t want to be free as kites
or birds that I see
I want to be free
as I want to be.
There should be
no pre-defined terms,
no prior strategy
I want to be free
as my heart wants to be.
Sometimes
breathing in the warmth of the sun
Sometimes in the enclosed spaces
And
Sometimes, as mad as it sounds
to lie all day on the bed
thinking, writing, deleting, and rewriting my dreams
over and over again.
I don’t want this world to be at my feet.
I want freedom
beyond any imagination.
I want to taste the pain and sadness,
I want to live with heartache.
I want to be happy with the things I have
or
sometimes
I want to cry for the things that makes me sad.
I want to be free on my terms
not like a kite
or a bird
or like an alien.
Winter Tales..
An unattached being..
You are an unattached being..
Who flies into nothingness
to break free.
Suffocated and miserable..
Plunges into the thoughts,
breathe the silence,
because nobody understands the language you speak.
You feel like stuck in the cobwebs of life and words
It confounds your soul and
ceases your mind.
It feels you can’t breathe and move.
Like an Alaskan wood frog
who freezes when death arrives and
transforms into a ball of snow.
its heartbeat stops gradually
But its eyes stays still and centred
when whole body turns cold.
For weeks,
it stays like a frozen carcass.
Forlorn and wretched.
Who has no temptation for worldly things,
but it revives again like a magical being,
with the sanguine shaft of sunlight.
..To never die again.
Words are rigid and thoughts are callous;
They keep firing your soul until you turn into ashes;
They silently lie inside you and watches you scream, they smile while you weep.
You throw tantrums and they clap and laugh wildly.
We are their slaves; who could control them and why to control?
Burn with them and tame those sparks..
And let the whole world know this,
An illuminating light has born to never die again.
Winter Diaries..
Winter arrives with the gust of cold wind..
Swaying the sleeping streets in silence, but only closed doors welcome it.
There is strange hustle and bustle around,
The silence I adore has now covered the ground.
Dancing with the freezing stream of the air..
Banging every door with despair..
To hear what everyone is hiding inside and what they could never say out loud.
Trees are covered with the white mist.
And darkness is lurking through the clouds.
Everything is sulking to be cold and distant..
The fireplace is burning inside every house..
But the silence of winter resides with the noise of joy..
Somehow!
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