Sitting on the balcony...drinking a cup of hot coffee....rain washing the window to the world...though it needs no washing.. the thought that life sometimes is not fair...moments sometimes desert you...sometimes they just linger on..to let u know...to paint your world gray..
moments...the thought...the gray skies...the cold breeze...biting into the skin...exposed...he decided against those things that would brighten his day...things that would keep him warm...things that are his..things that need his attention..things that he has no longing for...
to experience the rain..something not done for a long time..the rain ..like a thousand swords...a million swords...relentless...started its onslaught on the poor soul....one who was daring...to step out..of the shadows (so he thought..haha)..into the open...where the grass seemed greener...leaving the moments behind...things that he held on to..his past... his mouth opened for once..not to let out any secrets..just to feel the sting...
The castle..with all the walls built around him...so many times he tried to break through..It just grows stronger by the minute...all his anger feeding the walls..no wonder he had a tonne load of patience...it just was in his fate.. it was not everyday that he hears footsteps apart from his...no one liked him..no one cared for him..life seemed so hard when you are by yourself...when things go past you as if to say...you’re too slow..you DO NOT belong here...the wind stops...the sun shines elsewhere..the rain stops..there is no life..the only sound that is audible is the heartbeat...its just a matter of time before its all quiet...so quiet ..that its deafening..
dreaming of the past...all the people who cried..all who loved him...all who hated him..tears have their own way..for once he could not wipe his tears...the rain never forgives..reality never fades...or does it..."it does not fade, I can see it fading right now..hehehe" ...
his once bright eyes...don’t seem to be able to see anything....it seemed more dark then it was actually...his knees weak...falling into the ground...the grass...so close..he could smell it...the rain drops on the blades...shone brighter...there must be some light...the drops so pure..he would be amongst the purest of things around..his soul set free...would clear so many things...it was difficult to imagine...all that happened on that day...no one knew...his hand was...once held...later held the coffee mug...the one that was flavored...by a flavor he never drank before..something that he always wanted to drink..something that was not very easy to get...it was his ambrosia..his coffee..his 'life'..his 'future'....
taking another pill.."this should make me better"...or so he thought.....as he always thought..atleast this was going to end his thoughts…..the rain must stop..sometime..someday…
3 comments:
Its always a choice that must be made. To hold onto an image that doesn't exist anymore or to let it burn and create the space for a new image to be born.
I think we are privileged to be able to make such a choice.
@stargazer:
taking a bow.
What you wrote was perfect!
Back to your usual kind of posts! You remind me of Virgina Woolf - and that's a compliment! (Except for the punctuatio, of course.)
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