The four walls of her heart try to contain as much void as possible but at times, it becomes too much to deal with. It rises to her throat trying to come out as a loud scream, but she manages to choke the sound just before the escape and shoves it back into the depths of the dark corners of her heart. She wanders down the crowded lanes hoping to ignore the buzz of the unsettled thoughts running through her mind. It never helps. She talks to people around her indifferently and plasters a smile on her lips that’s more plastic than ever. After coming home from work, she sits still in her dark bedroom staring at the empty walls listening to the ticking sound of the needles of the clock. She wonders if the time is dragging those needles or the needles dragging the time. Nevertheless, the night ends and the rays of the dawn creep through the window filling the room with a mild glow. She collects herself to get up from the cold bed, with her hair disheveled and her eyes hollow. Here comes, yet another day and she has to find a way to pull through her routine. And the lone girl makes her way through the door to face the world, and to exist!
#Lonegirl #theclippednightingale #randomthoughts #theuntoldfeelings #shortstory
No matter how well I water, my rose plant died,
My dream of a beautiful garden is shattered.
I read every single book I found but never graduated
My dream of education is shattered.
I gave 100% in the relationship but my heart is broken,
My dream of love is utterly shattered.
So much burden on my weak shoulders,
My dream of happiness is shattered.
Inspite of playing fair, I was cheated in the game,
My dream of victory is shattered
Everything I love is taken away from me,
My dream of dreaming is shattered.
Oh, what an empty life?
#shattereddreams #brokendreams #dreamsunfulfilled #nodreams #theclippednightingale
The night seemed to never end. Especially with the downpour of rain, powercut and the darkness engulfing me… I could not sleep. My little tomato saplings in the balcony were too young to stand the force of the rain, they bent down kissing the soil. I guess too much of anything is good for nothing.
Anyways, I sat in the balcony watching the rain. The thunder striking now and then is making the raindrops look like silver strings sent from above. The chill in the air was remarkable. I made myself a cup of coffee and held it in my hands like a precious trophy, after all, that’s my companion in good and bad times. The night was silent except for the sound of the rain and the clock on the table ticking, tick.. tick.. tick..! Too many thoughts were cluttering my mind, making up scenarios that are never gonna happening, thinking of the people who are never gonna be there and ruining my inner peace. I could not stand it and picked up my mobile to waste some more time checking for updates on facebook and twitter. In some time, I lost my interest looking at the updates posted by people who post them purely to show off. They randomly like and share whatever that comes their way without even checking the facts.
It was past 1.00 in the night and I really have a very bad relationship with the angel of sleep, we don’t get along very well. I thought of writing something on my blog but my laptop’s battery was down. I looked around, found a candle, and wasted about 5-6 matchsticks in the process of lighting the candle, due to the strong wind coming through the window. I succeeded finally and the warm orange glow chased away the darkness in the room. I loved the way the flame danced to the rhythm of the rain beating against the walls. What a show?
Left with nothing else to do, I decided to pick up the pen and the book and write something.. anything. The stillness around me triggered the flow of words pouring onto the paper and I wrote non-stop for over 45 minutes. Just like the rain cooled the hot summer, the downpour of the words cooled the heat of my mind.
Feeling a bit relieved, I started reading the novel I had been reading for the last 10 days, ‘Atlas Shrugged’. My eyes started running through the letters on the pages. I’ve always wondered how a variety of combination of just 26 Alphabets forms so many words with plenty of meanings. Slowly, it stopped raining outside. Ayn Rand’s words felt like a lullaby and I, too, fell into a deep sleep.
#justanothernight #rainynight #writing #reading #randomthoughts #thoughtsofmidnight
భోరున వర్షం, ఉరుములు, మెరుపులు…!!
ఈ రుతువులో ఏదో మాయ ఉంది.
వర్షం లో నెమలి పూరి విప్పి నాట్యం చేసినట్టు,
మనసు ఒక్క సారిగా.. నిద్ర నుండి లేచినట్టయ్యింది!
తడవాలని, చినుకులతో ఆడాలని చిన్ని ఆశ, కాని……
అదేంటో, ఆ కోరిక తీర్చుకునే ధైర్యం చేయలేదు.
అలా కిటికీ లో చూస్తూ మాత్రమే వర్షాన్ని ఆస్వాదించాను.
అదే వర్షం, అదే నేను– కాని జీవితం లో ఎన్నో పెనుమార్పులు!
ఈ వర్షం పుణ్యమా అని, నా ఉనికి అప్పుడప్పుడు గుర్తొస్తుంది-
ఉరుముల్లాంటి నా కోపం, మెరుపులాంటి నేను,
ఆకాశమంత స్వాభిమానం, వరదలా ముంచెత్తే నా ప్రేమ.
ఇప్పుడు నేను నేనుగా లేను….
నా అస్థిత్వాన్ని ప్రశ్నిస్తూ ఈ వర్షాకాలం మిగిలింది.
కురిసే ప్రతిసారి ఎన్నో తీపి, చేదు జ్ఞాపకాలను వెలికి తీస్తుంది.
ఆలోచనల తుఫానులో ముంచేసి వెళ్తుంది.