The roads are mute , sky's in a lip lock with the sun blushing tangerine from tip to toe , the winds slap me in the face as I put my head out the window ; I'm having too much of too less till not only my hair but these veins too tangle in a mess of caged freedom , leaving me behind the bars in vast openness
And I want this , to have too much of too less till it suffocates the skin and the lungs pop like a balloon stealing the last breath , the last of life right out of me yet leaving me breathlessly alive!!
When everyday becomes a wreckage too heavy to lug , it's time you redefine yourself , maybe pick a metaphor or two first thing in the morning and paste it on the faces staring back at you in the mirror
Or better yet , stop seeking and start providing . Adopt that you aren't a refugee , finding home in broken easels and barren diaries , but a cosy hutment in yourself . A hutment with open windows and drawn back curtains , welcoming the novelties the world has to offer with wide open arms .
Define yourself in the eyes of HOPE . You see , dear old hope is an oasis in this deserted life but not always a dejá-vu . Hope tells you to cross the boundaries of those inbuilt enemies , it tells you that dissecting yourself , like they did to the world , is not the way to peace , that you don't need to fit yourself in a single-lined definition .
So when someone asks how you define yourself , You tell them that you're not a set of words , but a set of actions , a man of motion , wonder and all that life has in stock!
What if my cat ruled the world? a prompt by @tengoku
Lucky for us, she's not of the ambitious type, her daily routine consists of simple tasks like eating, sleeping, going to the loo and hunting the poor insects that find their way into my home. Out of all that, she enjoys hunting the most, despite cats being known for their love for sleep. My cat is more like a dog, she bites more than she scratches. When she's on a hunt, she puts her entire focus and dedication into it, she doesn't rest until the insect hasn't died and if somehow, the insect manages to slip away from her, (only the flying ones do), she sits there looking at them and starts crying. She takes it to her heart and wonders why those insects don't wanna 'play 'with her :( She eats cat food as well as dog food, and before you ask me why did I feed her dog food, lemme tell you, we only fed her that coz we couldn't find cat food during the lockdown. She LOVES fish, chicken and apart from all these, she eats nothing else. I tried to feed her fast food, but she just ignored it everytime, I even tried feeding her mangoes and other fruits but she didn't like it either.
So if my cat ruled the world, she'd do the following stuff: She'd order us to build big hunting arenas for her where the facility is enclosed in such a way that the insects won't be able to escape from her clutches. She'd order the genius engineers of the world to build her a flying suit that'll help tackle her 'not able to fly' problem. She'd command the wildlife hunters to catch various types of insects to be used in those arenas.
She would order all the food companies to increase the production of cat and dog food. She'd invest in their research & development departments to enhance the taste and to invent new flavours for her. She'd spare us with all the good and tasty food but she'll put a ban on fish and chicken consumption and she'd order the cops to capture the humans who will try to consume fish, so that looks like a bad world for all the bengalis and punjabis to live in :P
A Field Of Buds. ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- Fri 29 May, 2020
Once upon a time,
a lonesome backyard of my cottage, was draped over by a silken rainbow cloak of young buds; they seem like the hypnagogia that twilight often brings. And, among those neonates, there was a bud, as brilliant as the others, and yet, so distinctive.
The bluebottle never forsook us and OUR TALE. It flew from your dewy petals to my waxy skin EVERY DAWNING DAWN. Molecules of dust are what we share.(maybe) Irises of my misty eyes distend EVERY PASSING DAY. Till you metamorphose into a flower. Maybe a sunflower, Coz my back beckons the east.
The bluebottle has stopped visiting now.
"Sometimes, neighbours can be miles apart. You don't need to me by your window, senior!"