Fading Reality

 

I brought the garden alive; that was the conviction I adorned when I sat on the bench on a fresh Spring morning, the smell of honeysuckle easing my soul, hyacinths dancing a seductive song with the breeze, bushes of frangipani letting my soul calm amidst the graceful tulips sat in the fresh patch of green rich lands. The smell of petrichor is far yet close. The moment was a semblance to my existence, the purpose for my human. I lived my conviction far too long 'coz the winter chill brought not just fading leaves and blanketing death, it gave me a rather cold idea of how I borrowed the life from the garden.

Twisted Convoy

The sounds of wind and the mysteries of mind all weave together
the wills of life, the wisdom of wise all flow together
Bring the mind to the closest enemy, itself
You see the world burgeoning from the iota itself
Never too far and never too close, thy your folks live together
Nor can you vaporize one without condensing the other
it is the fact of life but hard to get either

Black Rose- Vague Snippet

The silence encompassed for so long that voices seemed very foreign. With changing times, searching for a stable ground has become a tough task. She pulled herself close and strong and got out of the sturdy field. It was one of the most difficult times. She wanted to drown in the darkness and never wake up. The thought to kill herself crossed her mind. That was a bad idea. She tried to peel off the layers of the pain to finally see the world, and there it is; life has a different game altogether. The moving objects made her realize the real existence of running emotions. However stable the ground maybe, the fear of fall is overriding. Still, she glimmered when the sun shimmered and said Hi. The various shades of rainbow hues on the velvety black rose are seldom seen. 

Too many colors hide the grief; too many lights hide the darkness.

WANING DUSKY CRY!!!

CAUTION CONNOISSEUR, this ain't a POEM!!!

Towards the evening I rise, rise to fall so low
Blending with ocean, trees, and eyes
Towards the end, I shimmer
With the glow of final adieu!

It is, I think, the never ending thought of a bye
that brings the joy before it shatters
Into million pieces of memories, all shining in hues
Till the end I carry, the sun of heart, the sun of soul
waiting for the death bell to ring before I say a bye

It is fascinating, O' yes, it is
To try and evaluate the relativity of death
Is it me dying or you moving, a question hanging in still air
Never dodging the self-proclaimed hideous 'you' that hides in you,
I believe it's me who is dead, and not you

As the sun of sky, I say bye
Never to return or so I thought
I am a nomad of a small niche
So, I return to say hi, every morning
With a due pattern

Well, well, who am I to say it all
These, thy emotions deep hidden in the morning sun of dawn.
I am no poet, it read

But to the heart you are, I said
There's a magic cast between the twilight and dusk
Before plummeting into darkness

Never forget it's the same sun all along


PS: This piece of writing is a mishap, but has to be put through randomness to connect the hidden lines. After all, reading between the lines is what I crave!