Close or closed?

Tuesday Night..!!

While sipping on the silence of night, this one thought is continuously fighting for its existence.. For the past few weeks, it has strengthened and has started to threat, that if is not allowed to come out, it will start to devestate. Seems, tonight it has won the fight.. Or maybe I am ready to leave it in the outer world to roam freely, any of them can be the possibility..
What is the meaning of being alone? Simply, it denotes the non-availability of someone close to us.. Or maybe, dis-allowance of that close one from coming nearby.. But do we really need to be alone? I Guess, not..! If we want to be alone, at a specific time, such as when the heart starts to feel heavy, or when the wheels of some perishing thoughts starts to revolve or when a hurricane of worries arrive..then it simply means that we are not allowing our close ones, at the time when they are most needed, thus making them ineligible from falling under this very category.. People falling under this category are not the ones with whom we spend our maximum time, or talk the most..instead they are the ones with whom we are willing to share our internal ruckus and chaos, the ones on whose words we can put our shoulders and cry, the ones with whom we are willing to share our demons with, the ones on whom we can rely.. But if we are not allowing them to peek inside of us, at the time of the unstability, vulnerability, then it means, those persons are not your "Close ones", in fact they are the "Closed ones"..closed in an envelope and thrown away in the ice of departure, to freeze..

O Life..! Drag me closer to you.. Allow me to peek inside you, so that I can hold your demons and provide you the support you need..

Thoughts: Do you even get tired, for once?

Wednesday night..!!

Why aren't the thoughts at sleep? Why they don't apply for a vacation? Why they don't mute themselve? Why they don't understand that this person, me, is not full of infinite energy? That even I also get tired from thinking. First they forced me to think about the past. And they forced me this much that it needed to kill many of them in sake of getting over the past.
Irony is the thing that, even after killing some of the thoughts, now their offsprings, who might have been in wombs at that time, now have grown up, and has resumed the activity of making me nervous, of making me uncomfortable, act of making me thinking a lot, but about the present.. This time, from their attitude I can conclude that they are pretty optimistic and confident that I am not going to harm them. Though, it is not necessary that they will be devastating ones as their ancestors. Who knows, they become productive for me.
If those thoughts can be optimistic, then why can't be I? :)
O thoughts! You and Your never dying spirit, are beautiful! I have started to fall for you.! I 'think' I am in love with You.!

Some fragments of your fragnances.,!!

Saturday night..!!

it has been a month since my eyes and thoughts had agreed on the same fact : your beautiful face...and of course your beautiful heart.. Since that day, some fragments of your fragrance, which you gifted, unintentionally, can be seen in every nook...
tonight, once again the same feelings, have started to emanate..the thoughts, to know you properly, to understand you properly.. Thoughts, to come out of the labyrinth and puzzles of some too simplistic gestures..
they know that you are tough, it is tough to be with you., but they also know that it will be tougher, to get away from you..to part from you... I might be just a letter for you, but you are the complete poetry for me..
there is a slight chance that they(my thoughts) consider me good for you, but they definitely know that you are the best thing happened to me..
Yes it is true, and you must accept it that you are beautiful, in fact most beautiful thing happened to me..
O Life! You are beautiful... !!

When I was alone, in my dreams..

Sunday Night..!!

You were roaming through my mind, flickering my thoughts, waiting me to sleep so that you can influence my dreams. I think that my thoughts about you are getting jealous of you.. They surely know that you are the one who will be in my dreams, and that those thoughts, they are only limited until my eyes are wide open and as soon as I start to doze off those thoughts become a distant spectator as You acquire the place which they considered as their birthright..

But I pity on those thoughts that they felt inferior to you.. I think they forgot that, situations may change, but people, they remain the same..

Misery of History or the Mystery of the Future..!!

Today, once again She tried to reconnect.

But as soon as She tried, the connection got embedded, and somehow His impression got carved on the wetlands of Her heart, soon to be turned into rocks. Impressions, which were going to last for an eternity, enough to make Her lighter, enough to provoke Her to fly higher and higher until He is not found in the crowd, scattered underneath. But hey! It’ll be quite inappropriate if one says that He ‘needed to be found’ among them, as He stand tall from the rest, allowing Him, to dignify and signify Himself.

With the every passing and flying moment, alike the tiny bits of invisible dust, capable of affecting the normality, She started to get soaked in His persona. Those mysterious eyes, those crumbling lips, unseen beauty of His unchalked territory, were enough to ravage the ‘Inner’ Her.

Suddenly, with the grace of ‘Omniscient’, the time halted, forcing Her to take Him out of the imaginative world, created by Her Heart, where only She and Him existed, and to introduce Him to the outer world, the real world.

Indeed! She did the same and obliquely introduced Him.

“Hey wait! Did I say that She introduced Him?”

Mistakenly, I did.

Silly me! Precisely the opposite happened. Yes! The opposite happened. It was Him who was the introducer, notHher. He introduced Her to the world, which resulted in Her existence in the real world.

But, that introduction led Her to the aphasic mode. As She was supposed to utter some words, some beautiful words. But, the one who claimed to be a sorcerer of words was short on Her tricks. Not a single letter escaped.

Ultimately, as a cover up, the silence did the entire hard and tricky job, which the words could not do, of course due to their absence. Oh Stranger!! Even silence was not able to define You and Your  importance, until that long cheeky smile came on the chariots of red cheeks, resulting in the “act of Blush”. Yes! The writer of Him  was blushing! Consequently, it did the remaining work.

The silence with the blush was enough to His introduction to the real world. Oh! The fragrance was to be uncaged, it was to be dispersed among them. The wings of her “idiocy” spread to cover the whole Her, to over shadow Her presence.

Look, what She had done! Everyone was more delighted by His presence than Her, eventually that ‘every one’ included Her too. Oh Fragrance! Amid those delicious gestures, the bitterness of the characteristics of fragrance was continuously prodding Her heart.

 "Will it be a long lasting aroma, or will it be a short lived odor, which fills with mesmerizing memories and then leaves for eternity to agonize in the pain of its cravings, only time can tell."

Still, She hopelessly hopes, the history doesn't affect the future, even if it makes an everlasting impression. The hold of future must be so tight that only some lessons can be learnt from the history instead of getting delved into it.

"Oh History! I’m not ready to be buried in you; instead I’m ready to fly with the future..!"