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  • inchaos_n_insolitude 1d

    I saw a dream today
    And a strange dream it was;
    It has been ages but look -
    You, standing there, within my reach
    Your eyes shy with love,
    As I felt the warmth of your skin
    A first time, under my skin;
    And the drum of your heart
    Drummed in my ears.
    I proclaimed my love
    With tears in my eyes,
    While you smiled endearingly
    As you took me, within your embrace.
    The halo of love shined bright
    Encircling our soul as one.
    As arduous as it was
    But with brimming tears
    I did pry my eyes open;
    The reality was bitter
    But I did have you
    For one dream.

    @inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 7w

    Dreams that float
    Too above, in the sky;
    Is it elusive?
    Nay, Darling!
    Jump that high
    'Cause, you were meant to fly.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 8w

    I was a little lost
    Constantly in search-
    In search of a home
    Where I can settle down
    My ever restless soul;
    Laying bare my emotions
    Without being judged;
    Crying out my discomforts
    Without being crushed;
    Miraculous it was
    That I found you;
    Though doubtful at first
    But I hold onto you;
    Excellent minds everywhere
    Bewildered me;
    Nevertheless they inspired
    Strengthening me;
    And now, whenever I'm lost
    I come back to you;
    Dear Mirakee, thank you.
    A trusted friend, I owe you.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 9w

    An invaluable gift!

    Avi was feeling drained. His muscle was starting to act up as if it had been on tight knots. His legs were just about supporting him but not for long. He knew he had got very little time. The night was upon him and he had to act quick. If only, the burning would stop for a moment. If only, his throbbing head would numb for a bit. He put the shovel aside as he hunched over with his hands resting on his knees. His cracked, worn, bare dusty feet were buckling to keep him standing. Still he dugged them more deep into the dry sand and took long breaths. His need to pick the shovel up quickly and start digging was an urgency he couldn't ignore. But he couldn't ignore the quenching thirst either. He tried to swallow some saliva but his mouth was already parched dry. The sensation while gulping was excruciating.

    It's been already two days without water, two days without more than a handful of water to quench the thirst. One day more and his ailing mother would die of thirst. The river bed had dried up months ago. The monsoon was yet to arrive and his farming land had become dry and useless. For days he had dugged up several sites of his land in hope of finding some ground water but no such luck came to him. He was at the verge of breaking down. Even his tears had soaked up and no more to shed on his dry cheeks. He heaved the shovel again and with a scream, flunged it towards the ground. His anger against his God, his fellow men, the government for whom he voted, his helplessness and inability to take care of his mother suddenly took form of a last outburst of energy. He was almost blinded by his thoughts as he gritted his teeth and kept on hitting hard on the earth without actually seeing anything. He kept shrieking until his ears started ringing.

    But then, he suddenly came to a standstill. Was it a shrub? Was that his imagination? He was scared of being expectant only to be heartbroken but he did feel his shovel hit something soft. He squinted his eyes but could hardly see as the night was too dark without a moon. His knees suddenly gave away as he knelt down and with dreaded fingers searched the ground. And then, he felt the soft ground. The soft earth. The puddled earth. His hands gripped hard around the soft earth and his whole body started to shake. His face distorted with the pain and joy alike. He smeared his face with the mud as his body kept quivering and a dry strangled cry pierced through the lonely night. His joy on finding life again was immeasurable.

    Tomorrow he would harvest all his precious water. Tomorrow he would quench his mother's and his thirst with all the water he would find. Tomorrow he would be alive again.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 9w

    A star died today
    I was a witness,
    It did end with an aplomb
    Sparkling in golden,
    Streaking along the dark sky
    With flecks of gold dust;
    And for a split of a second
    It felt, as if it owned,
    That whole damn space
    For that moment forever;
    As if it was not star-crossed
    Falling to its own death.
    Yes, it was grandeur indeed.
    They call it a shooting star
    Upon which wishes prosper;
    All your ardent dreams come true
    Do you know, if it's true?
    Witnessing it with my eyes own
    A star dying; should I atone?
    So I wonder
    Whether in awe and shock
    Should I wish for myself
    Upon the dying star
    Or mourn its loss
    As it breathed it's last.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

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    They call it a shooting star
    Upon which wishes prosper;
    All your ardent dreams come true
    Do you know, if it's true?
    Witnessing it with my eyes own
    A star dying; should I atone?

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 9w

    Collect each piece of memory
    And fill the jar of life
    For, in the end
    It's all about the little things.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 9w

    Never lose hope.
    Never be in total despair.
    It takes but a moment
    For the tides and times to change.
    Never give up on yourself.
    For if you won't be there for yourself
    Nobody will.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 17w

    Hope

    The grey clouds of doubt
    Loom high and wide,
    Darkening my mind more
    Into a hollow, endless pit.
    In desperation, the hands seek out
    To grasp a piece,
    A piece of anything
    Only to clasp hard
    of the cold, cold nothingness.
    But, even though,
    In the shadows you hide,
    Your dimming white rays
    Unfalteringly do reach me,
    It might not be enough,
    But, even so, my only penicillin.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 35w

    You're the moon
    And I'm the earth;
    I'll yearn for you
    And you'll be distant;
    Whatever happens,
    Fate will always keep us apart
    Or else, disaster will fall upon us.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude

  • inchaos_n_insolitude 47w

    There the serpentine road
    Twists and turns ahead,
    As the fog of doubt
    Clouds my mind;
    My precious breath wasted,
    The heartbeats palpitated,
    Tears get squeezed out
    From an eye or two,
    And numb goes the mind
    As I realize,
    I am as good as a blind;
    But then my soul stirs
    Revolting as always,
    Kindling that little fire,
    A fire of faith within
    Enough fuel to get by
    As I forge ahead by and by
    Till this end of the road.

    ©inchaos_n_insolitude