My dear friend…

You will not hear me, will you?

Far away as I am,

in a jungle of confused thoughts,

Weeds of anxiety making me trip and fall.

You will not hear me, will you?

The winds will deafen me soon

in its howling, savage mood.

Soon I will reach that desert of ignorance,

where every thought falls away in fear.

So I gather the thoughts in a bouquet

so they flower in my heart in effusion,

and I can find you in my heart soon.

When the reaping arrives,

and songs are sung,

you will remind me of our laughs and sorrows,

our beautiful yesterday, with no tomorrow

In this jungle of hurt and fell,

I wish you would hold my hand and catch my fall.

But, my dear friend,

you will not hear me, will you?

I wish time would stop….

I wish time would stop for a moment, so I can catch up. The sea of noise, confusion, laughter,  gossip, I wish they would stop roaring at the shore.

I wish time would stop so I could move around freely, without the thousand curious eyes retracing my steps; so I could look at everyone without fear, study their expressions, absorb their thoughts.

I wish the white, sparkling diamonds falling outside the windows would stop, so I could feel them, touch them, understand their thoughts, feel their emotions.

But no one had the time to stop for my silly whims,the chatter went on, the laughter roared, and mocked me.

And the world seems so lonely to me- the hollow laughs, the vulgar gossip, its whims and fancies.

But am I the only one sitting and observing?

For everyone else, life goes on, like a tornado, as fast and furious. But when will it pause, if ever?

Life is eternal, the brook flows on, people come and go, yet, here I am, in a bubble of dreams; in the world, yet far away.

Dilemma of the heart

Once victorious, man stands proudly, without a care in the world, except for his own success. But insecurity and fear soon creep into his heart, like poisonous tendrils of climbers, rising to sink its fangs at the core, to kill a noble heart and replace it with the blackened ash of the world.

It is now up to the weak, dear heart, and its conscience to decide what is better or worse. Giving in without a fight seems to be the easiest way out, yet the impassioned, yet clever heart may think twice, stagger a bit, raise its brows, look insecurely here and there; but the tendrils are closing in, gradually, slowly.

The heart, furtively, peeps outside, at the seemingly clean, beautiful, complacent world, where once, the man was successful, and all was happy. It asks itself, ‘Is it possible for me to fight, only to get that beautiful world back?’ , but another sly voice in the dark depths of the tendrils speaks out – ‘Isn’t it better my dear, to laugh in riches, live securely, trample on everyone else and make your way easier?’

Confusion reigns in the heart, yet the blood is pumping faster and faster by the minute, ‘Yes, that is easier, but is it right?’

Faced by that eternal question, the man’s heart shrinks away, shy in that dark corner, looking for consolation, advice, a decision to remove the confusion, yet it is alone, again.

The light was slowly, surely, going out, the tendrils get tighter and tighter, yet there was still a ray of light streaming into the heart. The heart peeped again.

There were flowers outside, in all colours – red, white, blue, violet — and they were laughing, the fickle wind, tickled them from time to time. They were chatting, laughing, dancing. A dark vine was trying to climb up the stem, strangle their laughs and stop their merry dance, but in vain, the flowers were so happy and passionate, they ignored its efforts.

The heart, suddenly, started tugging, pulling, pushing away the tendrils, determinedly, it plucked at the string-like stems. The vines started breaking away, the heart threw it away in disgust. But the vine remained in a corner, in all its dark vanity, it shrank away from the pure, noble heart, and waited to pounce at another victim, who’s heart was weaker,  more vulnerable.

His tendrils still ached, and it resolved never to attack the noble hearts again.