Walking alongside the lake I felt the wind brush my cheeks…my hair did not float like always…the weeds growing on its banks were bent…I looked into my eyes and I knew I was not scared…my inhibitions had just floated away with the paper boat I released…every fold held a secret…I never had spoken of them before. I know not any who could decode them…the biggest of machines would fail…but without them I feel handicapped today…imagining not listening to her voice for months…having to reach home after a tiring run…will I be even able to do that…before that my road would cave in and my clothes would wear away…my souls would have holes bigger than the eyes of the fox who stood staring at me…he had ambushed me in an alley…but I was not guilty, why would I be charged of murder…and that too mine.
You believed me didn’t you…? They believed me too…so often they have trusted me blindly and I… I have deceived every single man who walked by my path…their inhibitions have melted under my glance…a disarming smile has got me the trust of one and all…or was it trust…he looked into my eyes and said… “I shall be by your side forever”…but now he is gone. He was gone sooner than I could blink an eyelid…faster than I grew to be a big girl. His essence remained. I still can smell the musk he wore…the prickly beard, like thorns, brushed past like the wind…the roses weren’t as red as I had hoped them to be. My anticipation was widening and I was full of life and death experiences. I was blue…but blue is the colour of love…was I in love? Or was I fantasizing his exit…or may be his entry too…he never came… what will he be lost from…? My heart would bleed and the blood would not be red at all
He read my words as I screamed them out to the paper…I was laying my soul to who would like to discover…I was not a book…my pages have long been torn…they were not made of paper…wish they were…I wish they grew like the papyrus on the banks of the Nile…the nightingale perched on top of the temple…I shivered in the early morning sun as he ran taking me in his arms…we had spotted a snake…it was a barren land…barren such that it grew grass and weeds but no men…
Now that area grows…it prospers they say…hotels and men…lights and food…but the early morning ray of the orange ball of fire…the visitor with the blue neck is now lost…I went to find him there…didn’t see him at all…I didn’t even see what stood there when I had walked out of the car…wrapped in woollens…now the heat smothered me
I looked out of the window…the daffodils had chosen to thrive...I heard the land was indulgent but the yellow meadow was not formed by land alone…I admired the bees which were buzzing near my ear…the water source had many clinging on to it…yet I drank that water…their sting was far away…I lied…scared yet brave
The food tasted sweet…I said I didn’t like it…but it was not the city, it was the people…who were…good…that’s the term…and sometimes digesting the good is like too much of sweet in your system…you don’t know where to take it…it makes you choke and you feel thirsty…you feel compressed…under the load of those bricks laid by the social norms we have been spoon fed…
No, I was not born with a silver spoon but I have lived my life being fed with one…maybe a platinum one I don’t know…for I am allergic to silver…and sulphur…but the letter form ‘s’ is so beautiful and powerful…a single stroke exercises my wrist…is it the reason why it is so thin…?
Imagine the world where writing could save a lot of exercise.
People would not be obese, a lot of our diseases would be eradicated…but people are typing now…is that exercise? Or formation of a couch potato…I hate television but am glued to my laptop…
The voice is irritating…I switch it off…its accent is weird…or maybe mine is…I still know what it is talking…my computer just speaks on and on…I don’t have time to listen to people…tuning to frequency is important. Maybe the radar is not switched off after all…
A flock of people block it very often; I have seen…I either speak too much or none at all…I cannot be classified as shy…I just like the gust of wind blowing across my face…but by the lake it did not blow my hair at all…
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