The journey so far..

I walked through the beautiful streets

The roads were paved with granites 

I walked as if I'm the master.

I ignored those who beautified my way.

Insulted some, scolded many.

But I enjoyed my walk. 

Desperate people ran away from me.

I didn't care though.

I walked for kilometers. 

The road was empty and dark.

I was alone.

And it scared me a bit.

A kind fear began to engulf,

Which I never experienced before

I felt drained and exhausted.

I realised my foolishness 

I repelled those who stood with me, 

Those who cared, those who loved...

I showered all my anger at them.

They hanged on, in vain. 

Finally, but not late, 

I realise my mistakes

The damage is irrevocable. 

I admit.   

But the road is still halfway. 

Let the journey continue.

Not alone, but together.

Not as master and slaves,

But as equals.

The road is still halfway...

.................

(011022)

SCARY SCARS

Some days in life will remain as a scar forever. Days filled with anxiety, uncertainty, and insecurity. Everyone on this mother earth might have gone through a few such days. Those days started with happiness and ended up in a heartbreak.

We can speak very elaborately on each such day for hours. We can talk and weep. Those days were those which made us feel unwanted. Life is then hell. 

These were some really horrible days which could be translated into a good story. Perhaps not in detail, but self-explained..

Day 1:

At a faraway place, they gathered with a 'big plan'.  A group of friends wrote and nicely executed a conspiracy story 

Day 2:

That day, received an apology letter from  a 'non existed' man asking for another chance 

Day 3:

That was the day of silence, before the blast... 

Day 4:

Amid all busy schedule , walked into a public telephone booth to ring an imaginary character... 

Day 5:

Bearing an anxious heart, travelled back with a smiling masked face.. 

Day 6:

The day was filled with silence packed melodrama... 

Day 7: 

The day was more of turbulent in nature without any calls or sms... 

Day 8: 

Unlike the drink, the news was hot. But the reaction was cold... 

Day 9: 

Wetted receiver listened to the weeping story... 

Day 10:

Indefinite silence...

Day 11:

An abrupt end with a short message... 

The rest were the days of suffering and struggling to survive... 

But, nothing could ever change the way that I feel about you... 

🙂