Another article for Candlesonline. I am exploring the joy of writing various topics .
Day October 31, 2017
Memories of a pet
She walked with around the bed
as if observing the whole of him
sneaking and checking if he was asleep
it was the coldest morning
all she wanted was a hug of warmth
she moved close to him
grumbled at the catch of a peaceful spot
amidst his arms close to his warmth
she tucked herself under her furry self
slowly closing her eyes and giving him the touch of her fur
she cozily slept near his warm hands
like a kitten close to the cat.
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A scene I always woke up to, when my brother used to put his cat to bed.
A walk – out in the town
Sun is about to rise
Still the streaks of light emerging from the horizon
behind the high rise building, I could see the sun coming up
people walking beside me swiftly to start their day
clasping my arms together as the cold wind blows past me
I watch the streets coming live
the fresh baking smells arising from the baker’s stores
the smell of fresh flowers decking up in the stalls on the walkways
the dog walkers walking down the streets
people jogging down with their ears plugged in with music
kids rushing to school as Iw alk past them
All these gave me fresh memories of my past
walking down the road, back to my own shelter
enclosing myself in the old shack of mine
I lay waiting for the next morning to arrive.
A ride with memories
Lost in my daydreams
As I sat browsing the world through the window
the car moving swiftly breaking away all the thin layer of air
gushing on its own path to a destination unknown to me
I lay my focus on the world that is witnessing me
looking at me like a passing meteor above them
unable to see me, even though they look at me
the speed is close to the speed of light
I felt as if I was thrown at a faster pace to a destination
glimpsing through the scenes I just glance through but do not register
music floating in my ears, at times contemplating my own thoughts
every station or every song revisits my memories
bringing in a smile or even a broken memory to my heart
like the passing phases of life, I witness
the memories pass through my mind
giving me a fresh tinge of each one I always cherished.
Take me back home
As I walk around the streets without people go unnoticing me, I do not know where Am I living. The streets and the roads even the shops are quite frequently visited, yet there is no familiarity. There is no glimpse of “feeling like being at home”. Earning a living in the city is like losing oneself. Falling apart from the reality of being me. Lost in the crowd, amidst the chaos and confusions that the world around me is creating. I miss the real me, who loves smiles, friendly gestures etc.
Even the rush in the city pulls me out of the present and puts me in a place where I always wanted. The real life, where I could feel if my lungs are breathing, I could feel if there was a touch of a leaf. The days I miss a lot. It is ironic when I was on the running spree to fall into a busy life and get moving, I left everything I ever wanted, everything I treasured the most in the corner of my heart and set myself to a life which was never befitting me.
An unmatched lifestyle, irrelevant walk of life and everything that was never me- I live now. The city even if I lived years, never got adapted to me.And I still feel like a stranger.
I want to fall into those Greenlands, authentic houses surrounded by beautiful lakes and trees bordering them.Singing of the cuckoo, the chirping of the birds, the fresh smell of sand and early mornings with the prayers chanting from the far-off temples, the church bells, the ones I MISS the most.
I want to be in my cradle back again, to feel like being full of life.
