Shading The Sun

She chose not to talk but silence is misunderstood. Dark is the color of whatever is under the hood. Broken pieces of her favorite star fell into her hands. What it means to her nobody understands. Walking amidst the greens, she finally reached the lake. Most beautiful flowers there are artificial and fake. Swimming in the shallow waters and walking in the deep. she has done too much for today now Now she is off to sleep.

Today, it is a totally different notion. Pain is called a self centered emotion. I was looking for shade under a dead tree. the leaves were gone long back, alas! I could not see. Falling from the eleventh floor was like flowing in the air. Stepping on a thorn today is a painful affair. I have broken the glass today! I can see through now. The definitions of limits, today I disavow. My feathers are growing, I am not scared of rain. Conversations need a strong reason to sustain. No to raised brows, it isn't a blame game. What it seemed to be before, certainly is not the same. The greens on the grounds, the blues in the skies, there are no answers to the whats and whys... I am not running away.. but I am running towards.... There is no money involved today...there are no rewards.

The world goes blue and green.....sunlight wakes me up... ah! I am happy but am not making any sense. For days, I am learning ways to find the right way to do it. Am dazed for days and eventually am tense. I guess I am flowing on a sine wave. The grass is green on this side, the grass is green on that side doesn't matter... it will dry and will be smoked up. Religion, faith, trust, mercy, love , soul.. money buys it all, life is just a backup. I guess I am flowing on this sine wave. All ups and downs, running aimlessly around, Emotions are mostly seen in lost & found. Fading nomenclatures, broken links and the torn socks the twisted tale is hiding behind the black box. I am certain that I am rowing on this sine wave.

I wake up in the morning again. Morning, for me is 9:30 am onwards. Yeah, I am into late night masti in life. As I say, I am another modern “Nishachar”. I am awake and tired of the long sleep I just had. I am kinda fresh, but not as fresh as the rose leaves shaking themselves to move the morning dew off their bums. But yes , it is 9:30 now. I look outside of the window if I can still find the beauty of aurora in the sky…..how optimistic.. I am sitting on my bed for a while trying to figure out whether its required, is it really required for me to recollect my sleepy senses and do something I don’t want to do, one more day. Well somehow, I get up, stand in front of Mirror, staring at the same face, how boring is that? Why don’t these technology freak minds come out with some thing which might make these daily mundane activities automatic. I don’t think anyone loves brushing their teeth in the morning… I somehow manage to go out for a tea…so much of an effort……how I wish t