Random thoughts...

There’s a man. He’s walking straight; not sprinting, not rushing, but with a steady pace, and has some spring in each step. He’s suave, smart and sincere. And from some safe emotional distance, one would say he’s sentimental too. He has been walking since forever it seems, from the day his conscious has awakened. He is walking since months – during days and night; in cold winter and in hot summer sun; in blowing wind or in scorching heat or underneath star studded nights; above the hills and through the valleys; on river banks and through dense forests – everything which would take him away from his own comforts. He has gone through these extremities, but for what, one would wonder? Only to reach the path which would lead him to his destiny, his fate, his kismet – something he has been seeking for. And not to his surprise, he survives everything; and reaches there on his path. Truly deserved, well fought and righteously earned. Rest of the path is simple, really. He continu...

There he is; wandering. With him, there’s an invisible bag, which he always carries around. He was not born with it, nor anyone gifted it to him He knitted it on his own. A skill he inculcated over years, how to create... A big invisible bag. Only he can see it. Only he can carry it. Only he can open it; and most probably, only he can feel the weight of it, so as to speak. He often wonders; whether this is an imaginary child of his ever-evolving brain or it is just an extension of his very existence; a portion of his soul which is far away from the core - which can be manipulated, maligned and molded. Only thing he is certain of; this is where he can keep dumping everything he pleases and desires; instead of imbibing in and corrupting his core; without affecting molecules of what he’s made of. He is made of two things; love and endurance. Or should they be called just the same? And this is no ordinary bag. As if being invisible was not sufficient, this bag has its own trick...

It has begun again. After all, autumn was inevitable. Yellow was the mood of the season. Deciduous trees, once green, were now bleeding shades of amber and brown; leaflets were dying and falling on earth like war soldiers. Warmth in the air was slowly disappearing, like that of a dying soul. There was something sad and melancholic, yet poetic about this really; something unusual, extraordinary and bizarre. This fall, everything was the same, the beginning of an endless era. Autumn was inevitable; for him. He dreaded this the most - a season where everything began to turn cold, lack of warmth and the end of the comfort. He crawled out of his abode - probably his only known comfort zone - and began his long lone walk. Why to leave? Because, he couldn't stay. He was always afraid to walk this 'walk' though; a walk that took him nowhere except his breaking point. He feared a lot of things about this change happening to him, as he hated these changes to the core; his hea...

There lived a wall. Dark, tall, impervious and stationary. Fates of the stones and rubble were shaped, chiseled, and assembled randomly with cementitious mortar. The grey, the black, the brown and the yellow - overlapping each other millions of times, mixing with each other in various measures; bizarre yet bold cover skin of the wall. From a far distance, it looked dull and dusty, but every step towards it would give a distinct radiant shine of each and every stone particle; reflecting sun rays. Though its shadow was all pale, colourless and distasteful. Ought to be! Even the prettiest and vivid most flowers have black shadows. This was an ordinary wall after all. Once, there lived a wall; monolithic symbol of integrity and solidarity. He, the wall, took utmost pleasure and pride in how he stood. His integrity - his undying soul - was rolling and passing through the length and breadth, like a nervous system, and hence, decades had passed and he still had a motionless beating hear...

Yet another dream - - a superficial, multi-dimensional extension of his mind body and soul, flirting with the boundaries and at instances - completely twisting the reality. All of that; and a crude mixture of imaginations, inhibitions, desires and nothingness. A vivid and elaborated portrayal of a guilty pleasure. Yet another dream for him, she figured as he smiled while asleep. She was just there, just yet - all awake. How would she know what was he dreaming about? She knew him now, inside out. She solved him eventually; in spite of what he was - a jigsaw puzzle with countless pieces and with thousands missing. She wasn't sure it would be easy. She wasn't sure it was ever possible. Above all, she wasn't sure was it worth at all. She had solved him eventually though, as she had all the thousands of pieces missing in him fit in seamlessly and perfectly. That had changed everything for him. Her comfortable presence put an end to his misery, end to an endless stri...

Dear You, You are independent, incredible and unstoppable. You have reached to a stage in your life with your hard work and brilliance. You are totally worthy of the best and deserve to be the best. You are an amazing human being. Care and love you spread around you is unparalleled. You love being treated nicely and pampered, but you are equally capable of conquering what you desire, all by yourself. You are not about roses, wines and fancy dinner dates. You are not about being gentle, fragile and weak. You are powerful, adaptable and forgiving. You are beautiful, adorable and absolutely delightful. You have immense endurance, as you not only deal, but fight with all the social stereotypes, abuse and disrespect the world has to offer you on daily basis, but at the same time, don’t let anyone bullshit you. You have stayed positive in your life, no matter what. I have a lot to learn from you, have a lot to gain from you. You have always been an inspiration and source of strength, c...