Crying soul

Crying soul

 

 

A knife in my hand

I cut my heart

Blood spilled all over

I look inside

And search for something

Something unknown

But familiar

Hidden

I cut my veins

I squeeze my eyes

I burn my lips

I tie my throat

To push it out of my mouth

I drown in water

To let it flow

I get tired

And I just bleed

To death

And it is all over me

Crying, to live

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A short story

A short story

 

In the middle of a huge desert, there was a man, bushed by life. He was walking aimlessly towards nothing. The hot sand ran in all directions with nowhere to reach. There was nothing to eat and drink. The man, after walking for some time, sat down on the hot sand. He removed his shirt and kept his back on the hot sand. His body started burning. His eyes showed his pain, but he didn’t move. He absorbed all his pain and kept staring at the sun. His long beard was wet because of sweat. His breath could be heard running fast. In some time, the pain was gone. A bright smile started dancing on his face. From below his feet, water started coming up, towards his upper body. Soon he was inside the water floating aimlessly. In few minutes, his body was on the seashore covered with sand. His shirt was floating at the top of the sea. He looked at his shirt and smiled. On one side of the shore, there was a flask filled with dry sand. He poured sea water in the flask and walked away from the shore.

Half soul…

Half soul…

 

 

The darkest hours of the night

The brightest hours of the day

The fast running winds

The harsh rains

The azure sky

The rough land

In all moments

At every place

Surrounded by every natural calamity

Is my body

Inside a box

Waiting for the soul

What’s the point?

It’s dead

Unaffected by nature

Unaffected by desires

Turning into ashes

The soul is alone somewhere

Wandering

Seeking the body

Bounded by desires

It settles in a different body

Lives again an incomplete life

And dies again

Craving for the body

The other body is sitting peacefully

Slowly turning into ashes

Both bodies share half the soul

Their ashes fly with the winds

And enters the sea

At the bottom of the sea

They mingle with each other

And we can see the waves rising high

At that moment.

Dust

Dust

I started writing a story of a dreamer

It began beautifully

Like stars hanging in the sky

It was filled with passion and emotions

Colorful like a rainbow circling the earth

When in summer hot air rises from the ground

Carrying the dust with it

The vision gets blurry

You see everything

But still, you see nothing

My story also lost its vision

The dreamer lost its passion

How do I stay away from the dust?

I can not

I need glasses and I need to stay inside my house

To stay away from the dust

But I was out

In the middle of the hot air

With my eyes open swallowing all the dust

I cannot always remain inside

You have to face the sun

And get wet in the rains

I find it hard though

Even after wearing glasses

Some dust will enter into your system

It will irritate you

You will try to wash it with water

And as soon as you remove the glasses

Boom!

The wind will blow you away

Into the reality

Into life

And you will stay hanging in air restlessly

Surrendering yourself to lies

My story lost its vision

But it didn’t need glasses

Glasses are for reality

I removed all the dust from my imagination

The dreamer got its passion back

The story got alive

In reality, as I was standing in the middle of a dust storm

I switched myself off

And entered into my story

The dust started to settle down

And it started raining heavily.

Express

Express

When I was a child I used to sit and think
About God and stars
About people and life
Why I was created?
Resting on two legs and working with two hands
There I was wondering
Two eyes to see the majestic beauty
Two ears to listen
And a mouth to speak
Moulded in to a unique body
And run by a beautiful mind
I used to see pigeons fly in the sky
I wondered if I could fly
Not with my body
But inside my mind
I dreamed of flying
Crossing the boundaries of fear
But fear was a despot inside my mind
My mouth was shut by opinions
Which were fed over the course of time
None of them original
My lips vibrated when I spoke
They danced on the orders of the imaginary fear
I could see the beauty inside my mind
But I was unable to feel it in real
An unbreakable wall was created
Which kept me away from the clouds
I so wanted to cry then
To let my words express themselves through tears
And to collect them and feel their warmth
It was all a long time ago
I have improved a lot
I am becoming a better actor
My mouth throws words at my wish
The lips don’t vibrate
But the heart still does
It breaks into pieces
Everytime I hear judgements
It feels as if someone is sitting inside
Pressing my heart
But my face is blank
The inside battles are completely hidden
Sometimes when I am alone
I sit in my room
I look outside my window
There is a big tree
I watch it and embrace it as it is
My heart releases a little pressure
I don’t cry
The tears now don’t express
They are dry now
But my hands tremble in excitement
And I pour myself on the blank paper.

Live

Live

I have been to the depth of my soul
And I have traveled to the boundaries of my mind
I have seen people trapped in life
And I have seen life caged in minds

The stupidity sometimes shine
And the genius often lies
The rich are good actors
And the poor are bad directors

When I walked on the sun
I interacted with my soul on those hills
With bare feet I just walked
I saw the sun going down as I rose up

I realised that there is no sense to all this
All are cooking unhappiness
All are empty inside shouting for love and peace
I jumped into the depths of those hills

My body was sweating and my soul was flying
The answer was on its way
I waited for it to show up and suddenly I woke up
After all, I was thankful that I lived.

Wonder

 

 

Somethings have a soporific effect

They take you to an unknown world

You are in sleep but you are awake

The heart releases vibrations at that time

Which reaches the mind and meets the soul

There is no inimical power there

Everything is just in place

You start drowning

In the veracity of that moment

The child inside you gets ecstatic

With eyes wide open

It looks

You open your eyes and see yourself

You are not you

You see a child

You wonder for a moment

Am I still dreaming?

Somewhere a child is seeing itself as you

And is wondering the same.