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I am sunk in my chair as the drawn curtains invites a few dim streaks of light into my room. My eyes are trying to fathom the depth of the accumulated clouds in the glum sky above. A spark of lightning from some corner of the sky seems to overpower its moronic state for a second but the very next moment it was all gloomy. Standing alone, being heavily doped by its own GUILT.
I am unmindfully playing with the switch of my bed lamp. And so much like the sky every time when my thumb contracts my LIFE is illuminated by a vibrant yellow light emitting from the lamp and with the passing of that second I am once crowded by the dimness. The Haze. The mystery. I kind of feel suffocated amid the fog of unattained WISHES....
Yet another shaft of lightning hits the sky but this time with a stentorian roar and the glum sky is now sobbing with its full intensity. I could hear my empty coffee mug on the window collect in itself drops of REGRET washing down to its bottom the stains of the coffee last sipped. Minutes later like the labored last breath of a dying human being from nowhere came a strong thrust of wind and colliding against the window pane, shattered it into several pieces. I dropped the switch from between my fingers and hurried myself to recover my diary kept on the bed but by the time I reached it, a shaft of rain had invaded it. I picked it up and I could see those beads of regret eating away my emotions. The ink voicing those emotions seems to dissolve itself in those drops of rain, as if those emotions were never mine. As if my emotions are leaving me because of my own guilt.
I wanted to weep. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I was ready to do anything just to quit this glum state of mine. The sky now is now lot calmer. The winds a lot more human. May be the sky, the wind, the clouds, the thunders and everyone there have attained this tranquility by shedding their own guilt and now it was my turn.
To recover those fading emotions and illuminate the dimness in my life I must shed my own guilt. I returned back to my chair and it was then I spotted that my bed lamp was glowing to its full intensity. DARKNESS was writhing in pain as LIGHT was digging its canines onto its neck. I turned a few pages of my diary and decided to write everything that got drowned moments ago in the sea of my regrets. I stopped at the page where it wasn't wet. I stopped at the place where my life was pure, untouched by the vices of nature.
As fresh inks started to imbibe into the untouched pages I could see a beam of soft sunlight right at the tip of my pen, slowing conquering the entire page.
In the light of a smiling sky, I did shed my guilt. I sent her a message.
Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge
Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha
I am unmindfully playing with the switch of my bed lamp. And so much like the sky every time when my thumb contracts my LIFE is illuminated by a vibrant yellow light emitting from the lamp and with the passing of that second I am once crowded by the dimness. The Haze. The mystery. I kind of feel suffocated amid the fog of unattained WISHES....
Yet another shaft of lightning hits the sky but this time with a stentorian roar and the glum sky is now sobbing with its full intensity. I could hear my empty coffee mug on the window collect in itself drops of REGRET washing down to its bottom the stains of the coffee last sipped. Minutes later like the labored last breath of a dying human being from nowhere came a strong thrust of wind and colliding against the window pane, shattered it into several pieces. I dropped the switch from between my fingers and hurried myself to recover my diary kept on the bed but by the time I reached it, a shaft of rain had invaded it. I picked it up and I could see those beads of regret eating away my emotions. The ink voicing those emotions seems to dissolve itself in those drops of rain, as if those emotions were never mine. As if my emotions are leaving me because of my own guilt.
I wanted to weep. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I was ready to do anything just to quit this glum state of mine. The sky now is now lot calmer. The winds a lot more human. May be the sky, the wind, the clouds, the thunders and everyone there have attained this tranquility by shedding their own guilt and now it was my turn.
To recover those fading emotions and illuminate the dimness in my life I must shed my own guilt. I returned back to my chair and it was then I spotted that my bed lamp was glowing to its full intensity. DARKNESS was writhing in pain as LIGHT was digging its canines onto its neck. I turned a few pages of my diary and decided to write everything that got drowned moments ago in the sea of my regrets. I stopped at the page where it wasn't wet. I stopped at the place where my life was pure, untouched by the vices of nature.
As fresh inks started to imbibe into the untouched pages I could see a beam of soft sunlight right at the tip of my pen, slowing conquering the entire page.
In the light of a smiling sky, I did shed my guilt. I sent her a message.
Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge
Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge
Maine Socha Na Tha
