Restless

Hold my hand and run away,

Far from the city lights..

To spend a night in the forest,

Hear the birds sing a lullaby..

To watch the wild game of survival,

As the little deer learns to fight..

See the rain kiss the earth,

An anticipated reunion with the sky..

Hold my hand and run away,

To the mountain shining bright..

Let’s fall, in love then stray away,

Till we carelessly learn to fly..

©Hira Chaudhry

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Gangrene

“As doctors we’re taught, when a part of our body becomes gangrenous (body tissue dies due to loss of blood supply), we have to surgically remove it.. Right?” he asked looking at the scalpel in his hand shining in it’s glory..

“Yeah, that’s right! Even if it’s your right arm.. Else, it will spread to your whole body and damage vital organs!” the surgeon kept his gaze fixed on the dead body, collecting evidence for the autopsy..

“But, what if it is a vital organ that you cannot possibly survive without?” he leaned over the body, placing his hand on it’s exposed heart.

“What are you even talking about?” his gaze shifted to the resident’s face, which was paller than the one on the table.

“Nothing.. I guess we have to figure out some things on our own,” he said as he walked out of the room firmly holding the scalpel.

“Well, God’s created this miracle of a body meticulously.. We human beings have this amazing ability to survive, even if it’s cancer.. But sometimes, we don’t!

Look at the sky, dark and hollow… How many lives did you engulf to become this dark and gloomy? How many nights I spent looking at you, shedding silent tears? But who will cry for me, if I don’t survive? No one.

My heart is my biggest enemy… How long will I hold on to a gangrene? Tonight I’ll rip it out and see what happens, either it will adapt or perish.”

He raised the scalpel to his chest as water started pouring over his head.

That night, the sky cried for him with all it’s might.

Forgiveness..

Placing his crown on the side table,

Listening to the Prince’s fable,

Kissed goodnight to the princess’s forehead,

Watching them sleep on the silk bed,

He looked around the room glistening with gold,

“Why do I feel feeble and old?

When I’m still young with valour and vision,

Why does my heart feel wounded with a lesion,

When I have all the treasures to give,

And I live a life people dream to live?”

Listening to the King’s silent pain,

A voice whispered through the rain,

“A smile is all you need to give,

To live with peace you must learn to Forgive”…

Unsaid..

In the warmth of an autumn evening,

On a busy street with twinkling lights..

His glance pierced the crowd for her,

And as he met her eyes..

All the noise disappeared..

What remained was a brilliant smile,

And words unsaid…

Epiphany!

Here I lie on a perfectly colourful swing,

Children running by the beach,

A friend cracks a joke,

We all laugh till we break into tears.

Such a beautiful sunset.

And quite suddenly I realise,

No matter how bright I shine throughout the day..

Ever since you left, every night I drown too…

He listens!

Knelt to the floor…

Messed hair..

A silent prayer and a rolling tear…

She knows, He listens!

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…