Thoughts to Words

The graceful orb of night, draped in hues of yellow, plants a cosy embrace of love on the raindrops from the abode of God. Messengers of hope, of smiles and more, carrying messages of new beginnings, in a spherical shaped glow. The sound of ripples chanting the verses of life, into the flowing arms of time. Blessed words of the divine brightens up even a tinge of darkness with light: 'From the eve of 2018, you shall be a caring mother to new born days and nights.' ©songbriti

A lightning struck Kapok, as spring marched in, leaves of the oak rustled, orchids bloomed in wilderness, the petrichor was ebbing away, and mulberry twigs dispelling dampness. Kapok was a shield-maiden, rooting for courage, embodying a bark of sturdiness. In rage and covetousness, the gladiatorial fire, annexed the sapwood, searing pain ambushed the heartwood. The dried leaves wailed, outbreaking tears from their burning veins, Kapok was impeded by hollowness, albeit, it was not doomsday. The first ray of sunshine, on the advent of summer, empowered the greenery of the young and valiant- Shield-maiden Kapok. She resurrected, from the womb of Mother Earth, to breathe in freshness. ©songbriti

"Let the universe decide the rest.", he said. Before the twilight could unite with the moon and give it a chance to shine gracefully, I had to be firm about my decision that night. Meanwhile, skepticism crept in and out of my mind's window. I think, if truth be told, I took a month of Sundays to think and rethink about the choice I was going to make as the butterflies in my stomach kept tickling my heart. Here was a man who had earned my trust with the stardust of his loyalty and patience. When a heart offers you pureness which is so powerful it leaves you eternally spellbound. In the lush green meadows surrounded by the mountains which wore their snow-capped crowns with such grandeur, I held his hand to walk the present with him without being worried about what the future had in store. Sirius, looked at us from the sky with a shimmering smile as we brightened the night with a bond which the universe blessed us with. ©songbriti

I have not learnt to move ahead without you, you are the perpetual home to my wandering mind. Even in my insecurities and my worries, you prepare me to seek the happiness I endeavour. The snowflakes of December have seen the warmth you radiate into me. The world is round but I don't know how it might feel like to meet you again because you have been with me from the time I stumbled upon you and explored what being home means. There is an island of a zillion adventures within you. The uniqueness you are endowed with, keeps a wanderer home even when she is diving into journeys. ©songbriti

From endless conversations to awkward silences, we have come a long way. We made ourselves believe that this is it and those forced smiles and formalities now act as radical activists of maturity, suppressing the voice of our hearts. Defying the gravity of good times and what had been so special, I walk on the concrete road, that has become an anchor to the deserted garden of wilted moments. The solitary confinement that I find at night is brimming with fogs of abysses overpowering the faith I had in the strength of our connection. I have so much to say to you, but if I were to make a choice of summing it up to you, I would say "I miss you." It is as simple as that, I miss you because I have travelled miles of treasured times with you. I have laughed out loudly in your company, without being concerned about the world that was asleep. I have shared the tiniest details of my life and the most dreadful nightmares with you. I haven't learnt to fabricate the care I have for y...

Those sleepless nights, with the darkness of the new moon spreading its light beneath my eyes, created circles of numbness and flowed down like a pirate on a huge ship to loot the last crumb of peace from my mind. I pulled myself out of bed not because I wanted to, I did it since I had no other option. I was tutored to be an actor who could perform convincing roles in the stage of life. I therefore had to play 'fine' with versatility. The generally expected answer to "How are you?" is mostly "I am fine." The accuracy of lies accumulated behind the smiles while giving that response would bring about an apocalyptic spell on Earth, had we been cursed by Goddess Veritas. "Sshhh, shhhh", I kept requesting them to keep quiet but they would pay no heed to my words. The voices inside my head, tore my heart out and sent it for exile to a place where it had forgotten what it meant to feel worthy. I saw my nights being tethered to emotional breakdowns, w...

The perils of loving you, and having cobwebs of bruises even in the far-flung corners of my heart, is inscrutable. The devotion I have for you is unscathed and consistent, even as I lose myself to an earthquake of trembling pain, is inscrutable. The dagger of your infidelity, is where the gravity of my destruction lies, and I love you even though you feed on my soul, is inscrutable. ©songbriti