Light seeped in

Through a cracked window

Illuminating the room.

Paint brushes and stained cloth

Lay scattered on the

Greying dusty wooden floor.

An artist worked tirelessly

Somewhere in a corner.

In a Lapse

I wake up in a daze. I open my eyes and see the blue sky above my head surrounded by trees. I sit up with a startle and look around in panic, too many trees and scattered fallen leaves on the ground.

Where am I?

What is this place?

“I think I am in a forest, somewhere deep inside a forest.”

I stand up in fright to see if anyone was around. I start walking slowly, worried that I would get lost. I fear of getting deeper into the forest with no way out.

I do not cry for help or make any noise. I just keep walking. Walking carefully, always alert, searching for some kind of a trail or sign that could lead me out of this strange forest. My mind is a blur and then suddenly I heard something. The sound wasn’t from the forest, it sounded like moving cars. I run towards the direction of the sound hoping that I would hear it again.

I finally see a highway far ahead. I feel relieved but I do not move. I just stand motionless and continue staring ahead because I do not recognize this place. This isn’t my home, I am in a foreign land. This feels does not like home, I do not belong in this world anymore.

Something has changed. I slowly lift my hand and touch the back of my shoulder. There was a swelling with a bulge on my back, with something jutting out. I quickly turn my head to look. Wings. There were wings on my back, in the color of my skin, they feel like a part of me now. I try to move them and surprisingly they move with ease like any other part of me. I try flapping them slowly, they move smoothly and effortlessly. Slowly I can feel my feet rising above the ground. I get frightened and stop moving and end up abruptly falling on the ground.

Then it all the memories come whooshing back to me. The night was as dark as a night could be, hazy vision, swollen fingers reaching for me in an inebriated state, and then the fall. I had fallen from my balcony but I did not drop to the ground, I had grown wings and flown away from the miseries of the world.

I shut up my eyes and stop looking ahead at the highway. I turn back towards the forest and slowly start moving. But this time I don’t walk, I fly.

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An obsessive writer

Lost in his words.

 

He saw many..

Long tireless days,

Sleepless nights.

 

Never stopping.

Lost in his words.

 

When the time came to stop

He did not understand

What is reality, what is life..

Until he completely lost his mind.

Misty Shadows

Day 81

She yelled from the inside of her lungs.

Believing the pain would leave her body.

But she only ended up feeling hollow.

The tears had dried up.

Nothing remained but sorrow.

So she tied a scarf around her neck.

And walked away into the misty shadows.

Astray

Day 54

A strong hush of wind came blowing upon.

Instinctively the hand covered the eyes.

Pushing aside the tresses.

With worried freckles.

Looking around for shelter.

‘Like a scenic plot in a book’ –

Was standing a straw hut close by.

Walking towards it, holding up,

the large red gown with both hands.

Upon entering found an old maiden

She looked disinterestedly and nodded.

The rest of the night was spent there.

i

i lie here again waiting for the words to come flowing

to help me describe what’s been going

how do i begin my glorious story

a lost soul in a herd constantly seeking for glory

why do i feel i do not belong

thoughts, actions, and intentions

unwanted and sometimes so wrong

they judge and look at me with hateful eyes

i look down and walk ahead

sometimes with a smirk 

sometimes with fear and anguish on my mind

why am i unlike the others

staying aloof,

hurting people whom i like,

it’s not that i like to always be alone,

it’s just my racing unsteady mind,

unsatisfied with what’s in hand.