Static Emotions

If I do disappear since I lost my way,

Don't worry I will write you a note and draw you a sketch

Can we go back in time and undo the errors?

Because I am not ready to write the ending yet

Right now, I am a bundle of headache,

tangled with remorse, and withering in your absence,

like a wounded bird...

What I discovered is, the world is empty without you!

and I really AM lifeless without your touch

Didn't you notice my love, there is no sign of life,

in my doll like beauty.I wasn't blinking!!!

Insomnia

On nights like this,
As sleep escapes my world
by lightly brushing my eyelashes,
The dimly lit lamp standing on my table,
looks like a drowsy exhausted sun,
in the bitter shadows of the cold room.
The light beam doesn’t reach my forcefully closed eyelids,
As I surrender myself,
to the dead silence of the ghostly night.

As darkness pulls the curtain down,
I try to loose myself in this solitude
But your unseen presence haunts me,
in this subtle tranquility,
as you vaguely appear out of the thick darkness
Silently touching me with your fingertips…
Gently kissing my lips...
Once again, my temptations break all the barriers
My blood cells start running frantically through the blue veins,
Like deafening drumbeats, my heart vibrates
Every single inch of me tries to feel you with all my senses

While my hands hysterically search for you,
it only hits back the disappointing thin air
I discover myself alone with a throbbing vacant heart
in this empty room at 4 am in the morning

Fading Canvas...

When the evening casts upon the earth, most of the people do not perceive, what a bizarre painting is drawn behind the mesh of trees, through the tangled leaves, on the naked sky. When the radiant beam of light, wheels down the sky slowly, all of a sudden three-four pieces of ghostly clouds float around in this oblivion. And from the blackish shadows of the pallid trees, like an anaemic phantom, appears thick fog like, smoky, vaporous little particles. While an invisible painter, brushes stroke of black, red, and white color on the west sky. The distant landscape hastily rolls up its vibrant carpet from the background. The shadows grow tall to taller, and a black spider keeps on weaving webs of darkness.




This is how little beauties fade away from our life, like an unnoticeable masterpiece. As darkness devours the glorious horizon, everyday I find it miraculous to find myself alive and breathing in this medieval painting...

A Saucer full of Gibberish Thoughts with a Lunatic Flavor ...^&*+!?

Three most important pillars of the story...

1. Moonlight

2.Mind Machine

3.Fractured Leg

First of all, it is really difficult to sleep with an aircast on your leg. Secondly, I am missing moonlight super badly. I am just feeling like holding moonlight ( which means literally holding the silvery ray )in my hands and forget about the world. It may sound absurd, but I do have severe lunar effects on me. At least if I could just have a glimpse of moonlight, it would have magically bring back all the colors in my world instantly. Since none of them are possible right now, I decided to brushfire my gibberish thoughts through words. I was writing on my journal, but after a while I got really tired of writing with the pen, and my hand writing, which is always straight like a rail track changed into zigzag rows of curvy mountains. Therefore, I decided to use the technology!

Story#1:-

My mind is actually a thought producing factory. It is divided into various sectors; different divisions are processing different type of thoughts. On the way to the factory, at first you have to cross a labyrinth. It is a combination of thousands of alleyways, where my thoughts are running, rushing, sometimes bumping into each other and blending everything up. On the gateway to the factory, where the labyrinth ends, "Thought catchers" are waiting at the entrance. They catch the thought(s) which manages to reach the end of the maze and deposit them to the factory ... into the machines.

Story#2:-

Ok something else have popped in my mind. Unfortunately, I am a really restless person. I can not focus on to one thing for a long time. Only one thing is constant in my factory and it is the thinking machine that is endlessly producing thoughts regarding moonlight ( I have already mentioned the moon hypnotized me!) Other than that everything else is just a bundle of nerves. Again, I am tilting from the topic, one thing that popped in my mind was - How is a fractured leg connected with the mind machine? I am upset because I have a fractured leg. Instead of writing about that, why on earth, am I describing the mind factory?!, which is anyways located in a top secret planet --- My H e a d!

...Back to Story#1 + conclusion :-

The main problem of the factory is --- Diversity. There are too many machines here, which keeps on producing infinite thoughts at a time; and eventually ends up throwing me into a vigorously whirling cyclone of confusion. Therefore, that is the reason why I am so confused and restless all the time. So jumping from moonlight to mind machine to fractured leg, is NOT really that absurd thats why.

P.S: I am REALLY...

Upset---> Fractured Leg

Bored---> Walking is forbidden for me at the moment

Angry---> Neverending Lectures!!!

Sad------> I am Truly missing Moonlight :'(

The restlessness and confusion do not apply to Moonlight though...

Moonlight is absolute and constant!