Mission undone

She had a folded newspaper in one hand and her slipper in the other. Eyes were searching for any movement it could see and strike. She was confused…whether to act or to call her room-mate. But there was no time as she saw it moving, the lizard could be seen now. It looked as terrified as her. She advanced and tapped the area on the wall where the lizard could feel the alarm…. It was a wrong step as the lizard jumped and landed on the floor and ran to save its life. Oh no!! It was worse she thought as the lizard was right under her bed.

She left the room, it was time to call her room-mate, it was time to discuss this situation for the sake of sweet good night sleep. But before she could leave her corridor she heard a cry, an animal’s cry, she turned and looked for the sound. It was nearby she could tell. Less than five steps ahead she saw the source. It was a cat, a big one, orange and grey. The cat started to cry as she tried to come closer and then ran in the opposite direction. The poor cat was trapped and confused. Drowsy and tired as she was, helping someone in need was a universal fact and law for her to follow.

It was 3:19 in the morning and she had just completed her assignment when she saw the slow lizard with quick eyes. She went after the cat trying to catch the sound of meowing. After crossing another corridor she felt the cat was round the corner. She tiptoed across the empty corridor as if she was a thief and turned right. A loud shriek mixed with two voices. ‘What are you doing Srishti?’ asked a girl. ‘Looking for a cat…it’s roaming in our hostel completely lost and can’t find the way out. You heard her cry Isha?’ said Srishti. ‘No! I went to the loo. Are you done with your assignment? I have not yet started, this is so irritating. Why do they give us ‘Home-work’ are we still in 1st standard or what? I mean seriously. Anyways…have you seen the new episode of…’ Isha’s long voyage of questions ended as Srishti pointed to the cat that ran across the end of that corridor. Srishti dragged Isha along her in the rescue operation.

It was going to be four in the morning and it seemed that the cat was enjoying her game of hide and seek with the girls. They searched for the cat, while Isha talked all along, making Srishti weary of both of them. Too much of anything is bad and it was too much of the rescuing and listening for Srishti. She finally abolished the mission and reminded Isha of her assignment. Reaching her room back Srishti saw her room-mate was there too. She told her about the lizard and the cat. They laughed and soon were back to the daily routine of sleeping late in the morning.

Srishti lying on her bed thought about the cat…where could it be now…was it safe or still scared to find a way out…but cats are very wise animal and she assured herself that the cat will definitely find a window open. She gulped her relief then as she remembered that the lizard was still somewhere beneath her bed or may be on the wall. She opened her eyes to see darkness and then closed it tightly telling herself that the lizard might be more scared than her to wander here and there.

The lizard thought at the same time that it might be safe now.

Fantasy

Was it the past?
It was so fast
But at last
 
 
I felt
Like I dreamt
Easy mountain melt
 
 
Blink
To link
Vision reaching the brink.
 

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The Window is Open

I don’t know where the path is leading,
Broken footsteps lost the meaning.
Shouted calmness to me,
Something of nothing everywhere to see.
Work, work…don’t just think,
Cry baby, doll face…my hands still pink.

 

Numb and dull still very much vain,
After all we humans reign.
Conquer the war, do it, do,
Push and pull if you can, pass the zoo.
Hello dear, how are you??
Fake greetings all so true.

Shy shy me, I don’t speak much,
Step on the quiet, world is such.
Move on, keep going,
Not living, just moaning.

Can see the sunrise, but I choose nightfall,
I hear the light, let me make a call.
Tall shadow, my mind reads,
Tear the earth and plant seeds.

The window is open.
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The Upside down Say

I have got a thought
but words not sought
My mind messed up
The pen geared up

Eyes closed tears tears
Crazy setting and reflection cheers

I know nothing shouts everything
You do the walking tells something
Rest is near
Oh! loony dear

Listen

We walked together
The path was thorny, but we were together
Flowers all around and we were together
Cold wind was blowing when we were together
Moon was shying as we were together
Clouds hid the stars when we were together

Time stopped when I saw myself alone
Tears rushed and I started to moan
My world! My world! Its all gone
Time slipped, took a turn and said in a sweet tone
It’s in you silly, don’t stop, move on

I heard you say the Truth

I heard you say the Truth.
 
They say it ends. Everything that begins will have to face it. It is the ultimate truth, yes, death is. But is it really?
 
Why does one hope then? Why is there a belief, a truth that empowers one to rise whenever they fall?
 
That what has gone, does it fills the emptiness?
 
An empty road on a hillside seems endless and you hope.
 
The sun sets down and the brilliant golden colour makes the eyes wet and you believe.
 
You see a butterfly loving a flower, a laugh nearby and then you share the smile…and you breathe in the truth of lifetime.
 

 

Orange black butterfly, orange love.
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Walk to Know

When burning in anger
Just let it go
When a mirror cries
Just let it go
When you feel the cage
Just let it go
When loneliness says hello
Just let it go
When the colours elope
Just let it go
When life tries
Just let it show
Hope is all you need to know

The Leaf said Amen

A leaf once wished
 
                  to be green
                  to be yellow
                  to fly
                  to be dry
                  to allow a spider to spin a web
                  to give a cocoon its bed
                  to fall on someone’s head
                  to be crushed before it’s dead
                  to feel the wind
                  to be picked up and placed in a book
                  to know an artist and a poet
                  to inspire
                  to make a tree bend
                  to reach a road’s end
                  to be a flower’s friend
                  to touch the moon and the sun
                  to call itself fun
 
It was a lucky leaf after all,
died and got most of the above all.   
 
The leaf said amen.
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A Peek Inside

She is sitting in the sun. Winter times…and you love the golden warmth. Birds are dancing all around, from one tree to another. Fallen dry leaves somehow create music, to which her attention is caught. She enjoys the nature.
A bird flies near her and sits. She tells her about the music, the colour, the magic, the wind, the shine, the fragrance, all about the nature. Bird smiles to sing her the endless saga of nature.
                                        ” Rich green leaves
                                          Happy fresh air
                                          Sounds you hear
                                          Pure magic so near…
                                          …It’s earth my dear.”
Girl lost in these words open her eyes to see the bird fly away.
Happiness enters her, she feels the earth. She laughs and laughs. Her head enters a whirlpool.
She lies down and touches the sky.
She started crying and fell asleep. She had a dream. She saw a golden light turning red and then golden again. She saw purity, smoothness. She saw a feeling dancing madly. She saw innocence. She felt water all around. She saw a hand and she woke up.

Happy Just To Be!

Is it right to be wrong at times and is it wrong to be wrong every time?

If we know everything then why do we crave some things?

Why do we feel bad when someone is negative about us? Why don’t we remember to forgive others?

This is the heaven God created for us and asked us to relish the beauties…. I would love to live it fully, only if I can remember this always…

If I can value that I am not alone… God is in everything around me…

If I can live happily and spread happiness… if I can truly know myself only to know the almighty, God, more…

Happy just to be!

Colourful happy life!
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