Icarus - According to Greek mythology Icarus had wings constructed by his father from wax and feathers and he used them to escape from imprisonment and fell into sea and lost his wings as he flew near the sun and his wax melted !
A scribbler is an oblivious creature, who is always unmapped from this whole world,but still the creativity of a scribbler is at its zenith..
A scribbler scrawl the chronicle of the whole world in his own idioms.. He is someone who can unravel the witchery of the Mother Nature...
A scribbler is someone who can fix the metaphors with the clouds, can personify the inanimate rain and someone who can soothe with his placid words.
A pen is the best comrade of a scribbler and the notepad is his unvarnished mate. His inklings are the founts of fineness.. Being solivagant makes him to endure serenity. ___________________________________________________
Dilation of pupils, As the orbs move heaven and earth, To view the sphere of mortality, Underrated, for her brimming tenderness, Lacuna of heart, mind, flesh and bones, Inhabited with bittersweet despondency, Tint of Celia, a growing concern, Inner goddess, screams for squall of love, Levitating in the midst of dewy metacognition, 3 am, hour of massacre of mammocks sewed with ataraxy!
I was blessed with the beauty of you Forever in my heart you are so true But you couldnt stay you had heaven in wait My heart still full of the one I did create I shall always feel this guilt inside so deep There's days I feel you and all I do is weep Son I miss you even though time was not long I feel to want you to stay is not wrong My love for you grows even stronger each day I know you wasn't meant to be here long or stay Forgive your loving mother for what she had done Never thought that it all would cost me my son You within my arms as you opened your eyes Wishing and praying I would hear your cries But all I heard was a silence that broke my heart To know that from the beginning your life wouldn't start But I will cherish those few moments you looked at me You knew of my love, making it easier to set you free Free but never from my heart,mind, or soul Memories of you keeps me alive today and whole
It's funny how inspiration comes through little moments
You don't finish reading a whole book and say you've become a better person
But some lines just stay with you forever
And it's not just books
Inspiration comes from so many different places
Sometimes it's a scene from a movie
Sometimes just a song Sometimes it's an article you read online
Sometimes it's what someone says
Sometimes it's something you see outside the window of your car
Or sometimes it's something as dumb as the background music in a TV show
And at times you don’t even realise the impact a moment has on you
Until you across the same situation in your life
And little by little, those moments change you
They make you
They break you
They end up defining your everyday life The way you see certain people
The way you feel about certain things
And even the way you choose to live
I don't wink at all , not even for once! I listen to each and every word till he finally falls asleep. I don't sleep after he sleeps. I continue those in my head; the stories he never completes. And the next day , he tells another story. And leaves it in the midway too.
*** He's old now. Older than his stories. Barely speaks. So , instead of asking him to tell me a story , I search for stories myself. A movie , a fiction , a stranger , a nothing. I leave the stories midway too. Legacy laughs from behind. It asks me why do I write.Yes, I can make reasons in my mind. But the thing is I don't know why exactly I write. Maybe , that's why I write.
*** The thing about stories is no matter how alien they are they still feel like home. How can you start living so peacefully at places you've never been before ,at once ! A page is what takes to live , love , swear ,cry ,die,smile and repeat the cycle!A beginning.
*** He keeps a book beside his pillow. I ,my unfinished paperworks. We don't talk ; but we sit in the balcony together ,some dawns and listen to Each other's stories in utter silence.