(123)What is trust?

What is trust?

To walk on the thin rope which has a well on its one side and valley on the other, and o be sure
that someone is taking care of you, you will walk through it safely

To try capturing the air in the fist believing that you will be able to do so and keep it with you forever

To continue walking the road which ends in the sea, hoping that you will not get drowned

To hold a hand and know that it would never leave yours

To close your eyes and still see the rainbow amidst dark inside

To make the card castle and affirm to see it as the house of dreams

To speak out your heart to someone and sense that you are talking to your self

To cry out loud like a child knowing that you will get the toughest shoulders to lean and most tender hands to wipe your tears

To wager your life and the most important decision therein, deeming that nothing would go wrong

To surrender yourself with blithe aiming for appease of the soul, unconcerned by the earthly fears


What happens when this trust is infringed?

The castle becomes a heap of cards, your hand gets deserted, eyes sees only the dark, the rope disappears and there remains no difference between the well and the valley, air slips out of the hold as if it was never there, sea runs to swallow you, you regret having ever opened your heart, you become unsure to persevere the endeavor you were most excited about, there’s no shoulder to support you and the tears sinks your soul to the depths of the solitary…


What do you do then?

You have two choices…EITHER swamp yourself in self pity, anger, hatred, and the endless tears OR Forgive(which is though, so difficult)….

(122) Illusion

If both," The Reality" and "The Dream" becomes intolerable, then create an Illusion and live with it, though it may not stay for long, but would be worth the while..

(121) Unknown fear

There is nothing called Unknown fear or the fear of unknown, we always know what we fear, it's just that we don't acknowledge...

(120) First step

It is always the first step which is the toughest and requires the whole lot of will, once taken, the journey becomes tread-able and bearable.

(119) black and white

stretched the arms wide on the sides

lifted above the face towards the skies

lids locked,mouth shut, breathing on slowly, slowly....

mind running through the black and white of the life script,

a hurt, a jerk in the spinal cord...and a streak reminder of the pain engulfed.

the mountains, the rivers, the landscapes, the mud ways, the fields, the flowers, the birds and that un-shake-able guard standing there to keep a watch...........everything screen-played..in a fast forward

the pain overruled by the flow of salty drops from the locked lids towards the shut mouth and down to the back bended neck-aching less for staying curved all this while, but more for the sight of the Guard which eyes saw during the backward trip of the mind into the bygones which are though not yet bygones...

the resurrection from being twirled to standing straight seemed vague and dramatic because only the physical stature stood back, but the sensibilities and the apprehensions were well within the criterion of living and standing  alone without any physical presence of my useless bundle of skeletons........the withered set of flesh and bones....

(118) Dry Date

Leisurely lying with blank on the mind,

I chose to remain inactive for a while

Open yet close, eyes travelled beyond the sight

I entered the world of intricate realities

The aura precipitated my pores,

 and ran through the veins purifying every drop of my salty blood,

The feel pinched in and beat the heart more,

to ease and throw up the truth tightly held,

to  calm down the heat through the sweat of the skin,

and unify the bond in the way most pristine

Something in me uplifted above and merged into that wholesome light

The fusion so downy, flawless and fulfilling

Satiated  the thirst which had roused in the route,

the contentment travelled my abyss, reached beneath the layers

and  settled down in the nucleus,

swaggering with pride, the legitimate and ostentatious union of two ends,

though without the aid of any corporeal exchange,

and yet so gratifying

what do I call it?

A tiny expedition travelled in the camouflage of open eyed sleep,

I believe,

My soul perhaps convened its mate

On it’s spiritually rich, pleasing “Dry Date”.