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And I fell.

You’d learn from me – to collect bricks and cement them around your heart. And I fell.

You’d learn from me – to let the mind work out every time a new guy walked in. It would struggle to keep him away from my ladder. And I fell.

You’d learn from me – to be an individual, with no thread left loose to find to tie yourself too. And I fell.

You’d learn from me – to make every thing but human beings a part of my to-do list. And I fell.

You’d learn from me – to view the world with a telescope – searching to reach the stars, far far away from Earth. And oh, I fell.

The cement, it drowned in the ocean that were your tears, which sat at the back of your lids – not knowing their power.

The mind, it lost it’s stamina. It forgot every witty line it could have conjured, every string of words it could have made – because what were alphabets anymore?

And my tongue, it was already tied on to the messed up jumble of threads you were trying to hide in a silly worn out basket.

I didn’t have a to-do list anymore.

And the stars, they had come down here, just for me to see, shining ever so brightly.

They were so far away when I had wished for them.

I just didn’t know that when they’d hold my hand,

It would scald me.

How To Save a Life

A Piece of Advice

Age, race, gender – yet what remains undivided is our ability to give advice. We always have a scoop of this happened to my neighbours sibling, poured to the brim of our necks, which obviously gives us complete jurisdiction over any matter. Coming to terms with the harsh reality – that each one of us is a blissfully small vessel with a leaky hole at the bottom – is something best avoided.

I do sometimes let my particular wisdom overflow, because having had a shallow experience of over twenty years – of no particular tragedy, it is my duty to show those around me the passion I contain for understanding humanity. Hence, here’s my very irrelevant, just-thought-of, delightful secret – live and let live.

No seriously, as long as it is not mentally or physically devastating anyone – it is not a problem. If it is, do your fundamental best, with whatever knowledge or power you’ve garnered over the course of your short guest appearance, to stop it. If the laws of nature do not allow you to help it be stopped, bottle your delicious pieces of advice up and give hugs and comfort to whoever might need them.

That’s all I have in my cup of tea right now.

Distract

 

I was the wind and I, I brushed past you. You seized to notice, crying inside the beautiful bubble formed by the strings of your withered perception. I stayed for a moment, taking hostage in the trees, whispering to you, whining to you and you’d look at me with rose-tinted glasses and sigh, for I wasn’t yours to breathe. Or so you’d believe.

I was the peacock with a tapestry for wings, and when it would rain, I would hide my tears with an upward gaze and shadow my face with the brilliance of vivid pastel shades. They had been carefully embroidered to please – and distract. You’d look on from a distance and lament, for my joy was not yours to share, my beauty not yours to feel. You’d go  back to sleep in the warmth of your covers while I, I’d pretend to dance in the rain for a glimpse of your glazed, lonely smile.

You were someone who would never find the white daisy in a field of swamp, a daisy which yearned to be plucked by you from the dirt.

Obedience

“Mother, I will not go to school from tomorrow. I hate it.”

“Why, what happened, Billy?”

“A big boy came to me in the bus today. He asked me for my lunch box, so I gave it to him. But he punched me when I told him not to eat all of it!”

“What? Why did you give him your lunch box?”

“He had told me that he wanted to be friends with me, mother, and you had told me to make some today.”

The helpless mother wished to put him right back in his crib, for his first day at school had taught him more than she could in three long years. She had taught him what numbers were, today he had learnt how to count, and soon he would solve Calculus.

Oh, her worst fear, her fragile one had taken his first step into a perplexing hell called life, and she could but be a mere witness.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imaginary Friend.”

Words

Meaningless

Yet profound

Stringed together

Could bite, or bound

Knots in your throat

Escaping, never to return

Could dance in her ears

Or be lost, forlorn

A for an Apple, B for a Ball, C for a Cat, I was taught in class. I’d learn them by heart, innocent to the trauma or calm these words could inflict, once formulated into the expression of what consumed my head. Where would I be, however, without this power, this prize to express?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pride and Joy.”

Transcience

I remember when
My head hit the door,
As I sat against it and
Cried all night on the dusty floor.

Yearning for
All the luscious green grass
On the other side
Starving to lay
My inhibitions untied.

In a garden of lust
surrounded
by each tear of my past
My eyes dying to grab it all
A field so boundless
A dream so vast

I cry still
For I can’t stay.

Last Laugh

It took half a lifetime full of cliffs and ridges for her to finally make his smiling face the first thing she saw in the morning. Tears and scars had blooded the lines on her palms, to the point that they would represent her past, and not her future. It had begun how it concluded, a smile. A slight gaze, a chat, a night shadowed with conversation. They were what any two people in love are, two innocent hearts completely disconnected with the rational section of their brain. When they got together, a hut became a mysterious castle and a bed, wonderland. Calm as a lake yet stormy as an ocean, a feeling best left undescribed. They then faced the wrath of reality when society would pull them apart, for they were born as could not be. They fought a valiant war, against all odds, and emerged with battle wounds so deep, but the victory nectar couldn’t be sweeter. Each day, they then woke up hand in hand, looking at destiny with a new found respect. Memories they made and songs they sang, and time started flying as it always does.

She glimpsed at him, her trophy, her star, which she had stolen from a possessive night sky, meant to be her little niche of peace in a chaotic world. He looked strange with his eyes, so perfectly coloured, now staring blankly at the roof. Twenty years later, there was no change in his smile, but his face was now without emotion. She couldn’t understand. She had pushed all who came in between her and hers. She had never felt so helpless before, as she couldn’t push away the force that had finally snatched him from her.

Death had the last laugh.

Letter

I will drop you a letter in the letter box
Each day I will pray
That it reaches you
Carried by postmen kind
And pigeons grey
covered in morning dew.

I will write what each
heart-beat of mine
screams out,
each day in rage.
Your lonesome expressions
Are a dream to me
And wild imagination
When you read the silent page.

Every line I pour
To you father, or mother
Or lover,
Or a friend long lost.
Days I will ponder,
Before it lies on your table
Soaked with scribbles, and
Words and sentences crossed.

A long wait now follows
Leaving me lost in thought
Because pages
In your scrawling script
Are all, that my
Desperate eyes had sought.

463eu
What great it could be, if I could instantly tell you what I feel.

Attachment

Hold on to
The strings of my heart
Tugging them as we rush
Through the mysteries of life,
And death.
Engulfing us, as we learn,
Growing, with each breath.

We no longer remain
Two bodies, in which dwell two minds.
Just two conflicting parts
Of the same soul,
Which a spark, binds.

Don’t hold on to
The strings to my heart
Making them stronger
Each passing day
And night.
Binding us down,
Restricting a possible flight.

Where departure will shatter
Each of our minds into a million shards.
Dont try to break into
The depths of my being
Which a mask, guards.

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