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…….

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.

Freedom..!

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If I set you free…..

“If I set you free…. into the bright dense fields, into the deserts and the oceans, into the lap of the very nature we were created from, would you find yourself?

Would you dance to the rain trickling down your toes, would you make peace with the dark nights that haunt your soul? Would you find peace singing beautiful poems all by yourself? Would you find joy spreading your wings over the oceans? Would you feel serenity walking the forests on a starry night?

Indeed! It’s wretched, the world that we are in. To escape from the cobwebs of friends and enemies. It’s a constant fight, a fight with many casualties. But the peace we find holding hands after this exhaustion, the solace it brings flying in the clouds together. It’s the very nature of me and you. The sanctuary from all our inner beasts and demons. This safe haven, to be tangled in the threads of another existence, is worth fighting for, it’s worth a lifetime, watching stars brighten the night sky, together….”
-Freedom, by Hiraa!

Numb!!

Have you ever longed for something for so long, worshiped it, yearned for it,, prayed for it with wet lashes and hands folded, that something that brings you on your knees over and over again….??

That one thing which is the central gravitational force holding your whole world together, around which your universe dances and praise..

That very thing that makes you run blindly, barefoot, head over heels, on the slightest chance of you getting closer to it…

Have you worked for it for so long that you’ve lost count of days and years and all facts and figures.. That it seems like that very thing has belonged to you even before your soul came to existence.. An immortal relationship of you and your longings….

But what if, what if it all just disappears.. not the things that you desire, but that feeling.. of running into walls for it, that hunger, that languish, that ache, that hope, that spirit, that reckless courage it instilled into your very pores… What if all of it, becomes merely a vague illusion.. What if you sleep at night like any other ordinary day, and wake up in the morning, feeling Numb!!

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….!!