“A walk, that invited sights”

                                               The clock ticked 5.20 P.M, as I stepped out of my house for the usual evening mass. Mother Nature seemed to be sobbing for some reason or the other, for her tears kissed each and everything on the bare earth. On being sure that I was making my way to the church, I sought the help of an umbrella or else if my destination had not been the church, I wouldn’t have missed the kisses that Mother Nature left surprisedly. Not wading up my Jean, I managed to walk without getting my foot dirty with the muddy water that began to flood and fill itself up, wherever it could. Knowing the truth that the mass never starts on time, I walked as slow as I could, between the motion of a hair and a tortoise.

Two deviations to reach the church, my sight got the attention of many objects that always stood still. As I moved a few steps forward, I saw the temple that disturbed my sleep daily with her early monotonous songs. She stood silent then, as I went past her and it was one of those rare moments, where she kept her loudspeakers muted. Feeling a bit relieved, I continued my walk. Now that the camera attached to the entrance of a big house and my eyes exchanged views. The dance school on the left side of the first deviation on the road remained tight-lipped whereas the sounds of the talkative students and their teacher, nearby the dance school could be heard from a distance. I took my first deviation to the lane, which always looked obsessed like it had been hypnotized for some reason and where I could hardly notice anything; except for the muddy water that filled each and every perforation on the road.

 Giving sides to the vehicles that passed my way, I took the next deviation, where the centre of attraction for me, was that papaya tree which adorned herself with her huge fruits. The papayas numbered less as with yesterdays…I wondered whether it was the house owner or the bats which invaded them. Shifting my view from it, I saw the guy who always sits on his courtyard with a laptop. Even though he held it on his lap, his vision always directed to the people that passed the road.

‘Just wasting energy in both the sense.’ I sighed

He showed extreme concern to humanity without doubt as it was a routine work for him. The downpour has left the road lonely and even the church premises felt it, as I moved along. The marble and tile slabs on the cemetery felt the presence of the rain as they appeared a bit clean from dust and dirt as before. Even though my mobile displayed 5.35 P.M on its screen, the priest seemed to have forgotten it.  Hoping that the mass would start in a few minutes, I got into and felt my seat.

A Few Minutes...

Feeling like someone called me,i got up from the sleep that i slipped into, a few hours before. Taking a few sips from the bottle of water which i always laid on my bed,i adjusted myself to lean back on one side of it. I never kept a separate table near my bed and so it felt the presence of some books, a notepad with a pen,my mobile,specs and finally my water bottle, an indispensable factor which rejuvenated my body and senses always.Even when all these slept with me,my bed raised no disclaimer of opinion because i never kept him untidy.Maybe because of that,he might have agreed to let others sleep with me. Keeping my eyes closed, for 5 minutes, i tried to move in pace with the pain of the swelling on the left side of my face, under my ears. I couldn't claim that i had a good sleep, but even after i woke up,she was dancing in my eyes. I moved towards the wash basin and gave a doubtful look on my swelling, which gave signs of disfiguring my face, if the process continued further. I thought about the transformation of the swelling from the size of a blueberry to a raspberry and now to a gooseberry.I took a deep breath and decided to go upstairs after refilling my waterbottle and taking my notepad.The atmosphere was damp and the sky, too clouded. Maybe she was tired after a daylong downpour. My eyes searched for the nonliving objects around me because i never care for the living ones.The songs which the temple nearby played,resounded in my ears.It gave pain to my ears and also to my swelling. Nothing attracted me much and the pain prevented me from writing. I decided to go back to my room after 15 minutes of enjoying the damp nature,where my bed greeted me again to be with him, forgetting the Pain.

Outspoken

The transition from a shy person to an outspoken one, gained momentum at a fast pace as life opened its book of "Experiences & Emotions".Cutting down social contacts, i knew for sure that i was taking the role of a 'psychopath', which had to be enacted in real life than in a drama.Even though the fingers in my hands could count the number of years, i played the role of being a psychopath; it failed to assess the intensity or depth of the deeds i performed. I never realized that i could be in a level like that of being someone, who never faced any insecurity expressing something openly, anywhere and in front of anyone; without looking at the painted faces of people in the society. Being 'Outspoken' was an added merit, on which i was never proud. Controversies followed and tried to swallow me. Of course, it is the sign of being 'Outspoken'.Society never accepts such a person. It never did and it won't, even if remedies for incurable diseases are discovered. I drew an indifference curve over people, ranking them not on the basis of status or being materialistic; but on the basis of being a 'simple human'. The risk was always in understanding how simple they were. Carrying a sour expression on my face to greet the society was rather challenging. To taste the bliss of rejection at an early age was quite bitter, yet forcibly my soul yielded to it. Age isn't a determining factor to call out that you are unique and wise, but it's purely the 'Experiences' that one go through. How marvel it is, to be judged with petty criticisms by unworthy vertebrates.That's how i accepted the definition of 'LIFE'

Death

Death...how does it tastes like.No one can state the taste of potassium cyanide,because once it touches the tip of your tongue, you are a victim of the painless death....Death is inevitable, it's a silent visitor, which steals the life away and leaves nothing behind but your plain memories.Just after being born into this world of fantasy,it starts following us,but not in a hurry..He is the last intimate person,we hold a conversation with..

Reflections

                                                My mind wanders for something which my heart has a vague idea about...Sometimes i fall into the lap of deep thoughts ignoring myself.Transformed into a different world, seeing and looking for reality in everything,perceiving people and incidents too sharply;i feel tagged with "madness & melancholic", the sublimity of open expressiveness..and that forces me to express everything bluntly without restrictions because all are black and white to me.

"Oh Fakeness"

                                          Lo and Behold “Oh Fakeness”, who took majority of the populace as your prisoners, fettering and misleading their cognition through your reprimands. You stand readily available to get into the judgment of those who are not infected by you and mess up their disposition…I stand puzzled in personifying you because you are a malady that spreads its germs irrespective of gender. You were greatly inspired by Jealousy and Iniquity, your family members to name them to be more proper; but the list of your relatives continue…Are you struggling yourselves to get into the reasoning of the humanity or are they giving away so easily at your volition. I have met you innumerable times in the eyes of so many that went past my life with the sole intention to ruin me. But I couldn’t be your prey as I read you so early and nipped you in the bud..to be more clear, I have cut the bond that carries you. I can’t rest it saying, I have studied you because you take many forms. Being under my close observance to the rest of my life, I won’t let you conquer me, "Oh Fakeness."