❤An Indian - bong ❤
"simple yet complicated"
The fallen leaves...There was an old maple tree where a little bird had its home,with bright leaves around its nestand long branches for it to roam.Now that tree had shed its last leavesand stood dead and dried,and in the fear of facing the bird's emotionI kept it in a cage locked inside.I hung the cage on that treeand shut the door that leads to them,with the memories and flashbacks, I did the same.But there's this constant buzzthat never leaves my head,I don't know what I'm supposed to do,maybe I know but I don't want to, instead.I know I should unlatch the doorand let my fear speak boldly with ease,but with a risk of bird's heartbeing broken, I'm too afraid to release.©pri_99
The fallen leaves...
As I typed my last wordof all the things I wanted to text,I realised, I annoy you a lotby feeding you with all my craps.I share almost each and every detailslike a non-stop overloaded recording tape,and every text ends with the same note,three words that lovers can't escape.Each day begins with a "gooooood morning"and a "goodnight kiss" declare its end.And before sleeping I always wonder,Only if I had the guts to click "send".©pri_99
Yellow misfit to my white wall..."Did you notice the corner beside the door?"I asked him while adjusting myself under the blanket."I might have. Why, is something wrong with that?", he was still changing into his nightwear."No, nothing's wrong. It is kind of oddly beautiful. The shade of yellow, pink and white, the way they were put together, it's a complete misfit that fits perfectly. Don't you think?""yes, now when I think of it, I feel the same." but his yawning told the other way. I bet he had no clue about the corner I was talking about. He climbed onto the bed disturbing all my adjustments. "Hey! your feet are cold, get it off mine", I pulled my feet away from his."But you are warm.", he pulled me towards him with his cold hands around my waist. I could feel his warm breathe on my neck, from past 10 years he had been stealing my body heat.Like our body temperature, our thoughts, interests, opinion differs. In other words, the sky is full of clouds for him, whereas I search shapes in those clouds."I love you.", his drowsy voice, lingering into my ear.I could never deduce his ability to sleep like a scalded cat, whereas I was struggling to pause my thoughts so as to sleep. "You are like the yellow misfit that fits perfectly in the white wall of my life, I love you too.", I whispered into his ear and spooned myself into his embrace while slowly drowning into sleep.©pri_99
Yellow misfit to my white wall...
The flower, you pluckeddied in a week,you kept it amidst the pagesof the book you'll never seek.The letter, you'd left half writtenwill never reach its end,but safely kept inside the cabinetin a false hope that someday you'll send.The guitar whose stringswere always busy in shaping chord,have lost their soulwith rust in it and body filled with mould.You must be searching for links between the discrete stanzas above,there's nothing except a sting of vague sadnesscrawling its way out of my thoughts.©pri_99
I saw someone smiling,grinning like a child.Although I had a bad day,but that made me smile.Somewhere I was jealous,to see someone so happy with life.But can you be happy all the time?There's always an underlying truththat's not seen with naked eyes.So I fixed my eyes on road,started heading towards home."Hey, how are you?" someone asked me from behind,I turned and passed a big fat smile.©pri_99
It's getting chilly...
It's almost reaching dusk,the wind is blowing fine.Saw few birds flying home,leaving these wires behind.Noticed the clouds have shifted,wish I had captured their shapes.The dried crops waving them "bye",with no plans to meet again.I checked my phone, and saw the time.I just spent an hourwatching the view, feeling this windwhich later whispered"It's getting chilly, go inside."©pri_99
Word Prompt: Write a 6 word short tale on Dull
The moon is covered with clouds.
Let's paint a town...Let's paint a townblue and white,with narrow lanes,shaded by treesallowing two people to walk side by side.I will take you to the old lovers' spotwhere words are curved on the heartless rocks,holding our hands, we'll watch the fireflies dance,taking over the sky when the stars are gone.We will sit by one of the closed shopand find a glass to share flamboyant wineand a half burnt cigarette, smoking away what seems to be wrong or pretentiously right.Let's paint a townblue and white,blue will carry my absurd dreams while white will give you sight, I will be alive.©pri_99
Let's paint a town...
Do you expect or hope?
If you expect, you are building a bridge and placing your happiness on the other end. If the bridge breaks, you will never reach it.If you hope, you are building an extra room to expand your happiness. If the room breaks, happiness still stays with you, sharing the same old space.©pri_99
Love..."...and the prince and princess lived happily ever after. Now, my princess should go to sleep.", I kept the book aside after kissing her tiny forehead."Maa", she called while I was about to switch off the light. "Yes hon", I looked at her, and understood by her look that she isn't sleeping soon."Why do you love hugsy?", she calls her dad hugsy, 'cause he crushes her with hugs.I took a moment, I didnt know what to reply. It was a simple question but how to explain about love to a girl who still has her baby teeth. "Maa?", she looked at me with impatient eyes."Hon, remember when we went to granny's house, there was a canary that you brought home to take care of it and put it inside a cage?""Hehe, it was a funny bird. It never liked that cage. I thought it wants to go away, so I opened the gate for it to fly away.", she narrated with her broken baby accent."Yes, you did the right thing. But did it fly away?""Nope. It was so stupid. I opened the gate and saw it going out of the window. After lunch, when I saw the cage, it was sitting there. Funny canary. But maa, leave about that bird, tell me na, why you love hugsy?""Just like the bird, I tried to cage your hugsy to take care of him. When I saw him upset and unhappy, I opened that gate. Guess what happened next?""He came back?""Yes, he came back in that cage. And he wasn't upset like before. He was happy. So, from that day, I always kept the gate open and he kept coming back. So, that is why, maa loves hugsy and she won't love you if you don't sleep now.", she was listening with sleep in her eyes and a constant smile on her face. God knows what was going on in that little innocent mind of hers. I kissed her goodnight, switched off the light and slowly closed the door."You kept the main door open?", he asked with a tired voice while loosening his tie. "I did? Oh, yes. I forgot to close it after the delivery man left. You freshen up, I will set the dinner for us.", he went to the washroom while I was setting the table, listening to the song coming from the neighbour's house.'you won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home'(photograph by Ed Sheeran plays in the background)©pri_99