Typical Mornings

The yolk of the morning burst upon me in a thousands shades of gold. The birds sang odes to it reverently. Morning greeted me.

However, a faint, whirring noise issued from a distant land. I tore my eyelids apart with considerable effort, and stirred my stone-heavy limbs. The light blinded me as I turned towards the window. The sun had outdone me, yet again.

I rose with a heavy sigh of resignation. I was always defeated as I attempted to compete with the sun.

I never came to know how I was always outdone in this world. My world always allowed me to have as many sunrises and sunsets, adventures and mysteries as I pleased. But this world always outdid me in every aspect and interest.

Coming to interests, they lay in a dormant field; barren and boring. However, young fantasies reveled in a surprisingly large population. The coolness of a daydream seemed miles away. Cool winds blew at my face as disguised temptresses; however, the heart lay in its place, as dull as ever.

Aimlessly, my heart wandered through the forests of bright stars. My arms stretched towards the auroral radiance, yet, failed to reach it.

My eyes closed lazily, yet again, and I drifted into a an easy sleep full of lethargy and rejuvenation (or so I hoped).

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.