Old man

i used to go
visit him
nearly every week
i still do
sometimes
he is always there
trying to solve
the mystery of those wires
while his dog
olympia
always distracted by fleet
of beloved strangers
who she would love
as her own
just like the old man.

the food used to
feed my hunger
his music took care
of my soul
the mellow soft rhythm
of his keyboard
usually made up
for his
old, fading out voice.

while entertaining the dog
i asked him
questions
that were never raised
sometimes his daughter
spoke
for him
and i kept looking at him
listening closely
to her words
as they breached through
the flow of
dusky wind
quite easily.

his fingers
still showing the passion
worked their way
through the Beatles masterpiece
his eyes closed
lost in
some other world
of peace and serenity
the calm on his face
said it all.

there was
no need of answers
anymore.

Blink and a miss

The rear left light was blinking.

The red light took more than the usual to switch places with green. These things know how to test the patience out of the best. He had enough of it. The patience. But sometimes, even the best of bests have to bow down in front of the nature’s highness. Patience is a funny thing. You can never have enough of it. There will be times when you think you have conquered every bit of it, but then, there’s a knock on your door and you ask patiently, “Who’s there?”, and a similar soothing voice reaches your testy ears. “Life”.

The beats on the steering wheel were good enough to qualify him as an all-right drummer in some garage band. The fingers were quite responsive to the music playing in the car, given the fact that his mind wasn’t present there at all. His eyes fixed at the traffic lights were focused on some other images in front of him, hiding away the reality. Those sightings were exclusive to him, and the others around him were completely unaware of that fact. Until a loud honking got him back to his senses.

Suddenly all the visuals were gone and the reality was back. Forget the honking and there was no sign of those images existing. Except if you observe closely. There was all but one evidence. A tiny immaculate teardrop, slowly rolling down and making its way to his worn-out shirt he had put on in hurry.

Skipping the next 2 red lights after looking carelessly on either side didn’t feel dangerous to his guts as it would have usually. That day, it was the need. While his feet made the brake and gas pedal talk, his eyes were constantly switching from the street to his watch at a regular interval. Each second passing away quickly felt like a lost moment. He was losing himself. Though he his one hand was busy directing his path, the other was helping him to lessen the pain. Most of it was now red, like the rest of his left leg.

His mind kept him up to date with the remaining distance to the not-so-cherished but still a popular destination among the people. Humans sometimes exceed the limit of multitasking.

Exhaustive, yet amazing.

I will never know if he ever made it to the hospital or not. If he’s still alive is another question. There were roughly a few hundred people around him. No one noticed anything. Including me. Some thought he was crazy. Probably day-dreaming. This outside viewpoint was as accurate as you can get.

Maybe this all actually happened.

Maybe not.

How would I know? I was sipping my usual in the cafe when I saw him waiting impatiently at the traffic lights.

His rear left light was blinking.

It was still blinking.

 

strings

once in a while
i pick up
and blow away the dust
off the wooden
masterpiece
that those 6 strings
are.

its another world
with different sounds
rhyming
singing, creating
moods and colors
of life
which words can’t.

a tweak
here and there
once in a while
a tap
picking up strings
fingers flirting
soul dancing
and
mind together
at one place.

its all fine.

i blow the dust
aside
but in the end
i’m blown
away.

one last time

I fought myself
to put those words down
on paper, I let it
go but in the end
it all came back around.

some tears were shed
with marks still left
on the now unimportant piece
of paper, but I fought
myself to write
it all down.

I forgot the bad
remembered
the good
let it flow
through me,
forgot the pain and
ignorance caused by
the deep
hazel blue sea.

of emotions and yet
the ignorance was
back it stuck
me
like a wall,
after all this
work and time
it
didn’t matter
at all.

It’s not dark yet

Don’t walk away it’s not dark yet,
I’ll drop you back to the place where you belong,
If all of this was a few days back,
Saying you belong here wouldn’t be wrong,

Don’t make excuses I know them all,
Let’s be real for a change,
The things I did and the words I said,
They were pure, but you left them hanging with a thread,
Now they may feel unfamiliar and strange,

Don’t walk away it’s not dark yet,
Just don’t play anymore games,
Don’t give me a reason to walk in,
And remind you that you’re not the same.

 

A woman to remember

A day to celebrate the birth of one of the world’s leading film and fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey Hepburn was an inspiration to many. Beyond her pretty face and acting career, she was also a humanitarian and a genuinely great person who had a lot of good advice to give.

Here’s few:

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!

I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,but true beauty in a Woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and… I believe in miracles.

The simple honest fact

“Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by something you love.”

Lost

It was a perfect moment.

The reflection of the sun from the water flowing underneath me reminded me of the glory and enormous pride of the arrogant, yet beautiful creation that sun is. I tried to look for myself on the surface of the water. But I believe I missed the moment when I dived too deep inside it. It was too late to come back to the surface. All I could see was my mind playing tricks on me. I was blind. The cool fluid stream meant nothing to me. I remember the fresh wet breeze tried to rescue me from my cycle of thoughts. It failed. I was there. But I wasn’t.

It was a perfect moment.

And in that moment, I swear, I was lost.