Wings.

2d7da6eb96ce0ee85bb10d3eda2901faI’ve always wished to have wings.. To be able to fly on my own and run my fingers through clouds… I guess we all do.. Right? But what for? What excited Da Vinci’s imagination about the possibility of soaring through the skies that he presented “The flying Machine” to us..? Why did the Wright brothers were so fascinated with the gliders that they changed the course of human civilisation by giving virtual wings for generations to fly.. Was it just a means to travel distances in a shorter period of time or an endless desire to connect.. to connect where we all came from…

Yes, we all came from the same place… Remember? How Adam had to leave his true home.. “The Heavens” in order to make this world a beautiful place.. A new  home, a family… But did he forget about the place he belonged to? No..! Afterall, we are all his family too.. Why wouldn’t we wish to fly back…

Pills…

“Sometimes you think that you will never be able to overcome the pain you are going through.. That either it will die with you, or take you to the grave with itself… But then one morning you wake up and you don’t feel it anymore.. Is it just the pain that you don’t feel anymore, or you don’t feel anything at all……?”, he kept thinking while looking at the fan slowly revolving in a perfect circle.

“If only I can fall asleep in the first place…”

His heart almost stopped when he heard the phone beeping.. “Is it her?”

“Oh! Just a reminder for bedtime… At least it’s been more persistent than most of the people in my life.. Why do human beings get so deeply involved with people when we already know that eventually, they are all going to abandon us? I thought we’re supposed to be the most intelligent species of all.. Why do we keep getting hurt over and over again..? Waiting for people.. Making friends.. And falling in love…?” he kept staring at the handle of his drawer, shining like gold in the dim light peeping from the window.

“Should I call her? At least I’ll be able to sleep peacefully through the night… But what if she disappears on me again..” Liam sighed and locked the phone screen again as he walked towards the drawer bare feet…

“Why open up your heart to people and get hurt, hoping you might feel better.. When these anti-depressants work all the same, just without the pain…” he squeezed a pill down his throat as a tear rolled down his cheek while a smile widened his lips…….

Firefly…

maxresdefaultI heard it… What was that? Was it flying? I should try to get back to my notes, maybe it’s just my brain trying to create more distractions in order to escape from studying for the exam.. But I had to get right back to it.. I don’t wish to be embarrassed in front of “her”.. I mean the whole class tomorrow…. But wait!! I think I saw something.. It’s black! An insect? But it’s flying..!! Nevermind… There, it landed right on my book aaaand it’s a flying Cockroach… Thud!!! I closed the book with a loud scream, thankfully there was no one around to see a young man freaking over an insect.. But now I felt bad for the poor thing.. I killed it!

Back then when I used to walk through the forests with grandpa how I’d run after the fireflies until he’d send me a loud warning.. How I’d play hide and seek with them for hours and how they’d take away my fear of darkness in the middle of a dense forest.. How my heart began to sink when he told me I can’t see them anymore because people are destroying their habitat and I cursed the whole planet for hours and cried like a little baby.. Well, I was only 7… Mmm, 6 and a half technically…. And so I started my campaign to save the fireflies

What made it so different then? People kill them both… They are both insects, right? They both fly… I guess what makes them different is their role.. You see it’s the same with us humans, we all look the same, act the same, breathe, eat, sleep the same… what defines us are our deeds.. And when we decide to overcome the darkness around us.. We glow..!! We become…. well.. A Firefly!!

The Loss of You…

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A starless sky or a lost child,

Oceans of tears or the void of deserts,

Bewildered I find ways to see,

How I grieve,

AT THE LOSS OF YOU!

-Hiraa.

A Ballad…

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SCARBOROUGH FAIR…

Male part:

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.”

Female part:

“Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he’ll answer as many for me,
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Between the salt water and the sea sand
Tell him to plough it with a ram’s horn,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Tell him to sheer’t with a sickle of leather,
And bind it up with a peacock’s feather
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
And never let one corn of it fall
When he has done and finished his work.
Oh, tell him to come and he’ll have his shirt,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.”

A traditional English Ballad…

-Author: Unknown

October Mornings…

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I like this time of the year….

Perfect October mornings with snow-white clouds… when the leaves on long patterned branches of trees have turned into a beautiful shade of russet…. and gold…

As I step out of the stone-walled school building, I absorb the mild fragrance of wet soil… The morning breeze greets me by kissing my cheek bones, as I watch the pale yellow leaves falling down, arranging themselves to form the most perfect portraits.. And as the wind blows they walk in its direction, without any resistance… They let themselves fly freely, you can hear them rustling.. like innocent children giggling….

On a beautiful morning like today, there’s no better place to be… than a lover’s warm embrace__!!

A Fiasco….

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Have you ever asked yourself…. Why?

Why do we close our eyes… at times when it isn’t necessary to shut them and not capture the beauty of those moments within the memory cells of our beautiful amazing eyes? Why do we close our eyes when we kiss or dream or laugh so much that it hurts the abdomen or when we feel the first breeze of fresh air on a beautiful autumn morning? Why do we close our eyes when we can actually live the dream? Because it’s the feeling that matters and not the shape of its physical existence.. The feeling of accomplishment of an imagination…. that came across your mind while walking a deserted street or in the darkest hours of night just before the beginning of a new day.. But then there are those kind of dreams.. We see with our eyes open… And those dreams are ones which make us lost in imaginary conversations and scenarios how we can turn them into reality…. I lived a dream with my eyes wide open and lost in its struggle of survival and it took me so long to realize that its existence was nothing, but a Fiasco….!!