Scattered Notes!

I mindlessly wandered at your thought while watching myself move to every dream you wrote.
I carefully picked the scattered notes of my injured mind and placed them inside the jar.
I heard them shiver at his impeccable thoughts and protected them in the lantern from the sunlight!
I watered them while I watched the wishes die soon only to merge into a sketch unknown!
Sometimes I wish I could give away those dreams to you that I carved in the letters and maybe I would not feel like these letters have lost a way!
Sometimes I only want to give away the memory back to you or maybe share it with you but the fear of your brooding eyes stare back at our lost memories stop me every time I take a step!
Someday I will let no goodbye affect me and then give away the empty notes to you!

Finding Home!

Traveling makes me ponder over so many questions and as I watch these bags lying in front of me in the train, I think about what makes me want to belong somewhere or if I really want to belong! I have not found my home yet and the familiar feeling of being lost engulfs me yet again! The music beat pumps and leaves its loud trace behind while it speaks every little thought I painted in the mirror this morning. The morning glitter came with its own share of joy packed in sun basked glory and whispered something.

It said that, "One fine day I will find that one place which looks back to me where I mysteriously scatter my dreams.

 All the baggage will then disappear in that single moment of self harmony. Maybe the place is around me and I just need to knock"

While I am traveling with these thoughts, a stranger smiles at me who is now sitting next to me with his camera held close to him like his precious stone! He has grey hair and wrinkled smile on his firm skin  that now seems to draw me close to his delicate fingers that caress the camera. I awkwardly smile at him and this paves way for words to fill the space. These words then bring me closer to this wanderer who like me wants to be lost in this world! 

 I think to myself if happiness is actually finding the main road or to be lost in the woods! I realise how finding home in little moments when I travel with stories to tell makes me find myself. Perhaps getting lost makes me want to celebrate more because there is more to life and this adventure keeps all of us going. Maybe all of us only need to reach out for that part which lies somewhere in the corner of the dust filled box of enormous dreams, hopes and stories which is covered in empty fears waiting to be broken!

A page from my diary!

You know few years from this moment, I burned down every thread attached to me, every memory, every thought and reckless dreams that brought me close to your existence. You let me go without even looking back. I waited for that one moment where you would look back and all my broken pieces would miraculously mend. I waited in that hope, dreamed and failed, bled and wiped your dark passion running through this fragile body.

 Sometimes I think if we could look back and hold that night so close that the stars would shatter! Then I would not have to think about you every single night from the day you left. I would not have to weep and watch my soul naked, scarred and trembling over your ruthless piercing eyes that never looked back.

 You said this was not the right time....Well there could never be a right time!