A Fairy And A Dreamer

No letters and no words, no wishes and no urge

No scars and nothing worse, no beauty and no smiles at all

No stones to throw and no streets to go

no freedom to breathe… And no memories to live,

Once again, I’m staying. Wondering alone and living once again.

Closing my eyes….And moving once again.

No more fairies and no more daisies, the paper and the words look better this way

The air, the waves, the time and life… Sometimes they are wishes and sometimes they are dreams.

Some tears at extremes and some smiles when I fall.

Some troubles to kill and a solution galore..

A fake smile… And nothing at all.

The obsessions of being obsessed… The compulsions of being compelled

The truth into a lie, someone black into a white.

A shadow with no soul, a dream with no hope

A courage to stand by… And a fear to lose it all

A love to live and death to die… Tell me God, Who am I?

I’m not doing anything at all…I will just obey

When there will be no darkness… when there will be no light

Nor will be the tears…neither will be the fears

I’ll stay… And I will pray

For all the memories that I have, for all the thing that i missed,

For all the things that I gained…for everything that remained

I’ll stay… And I will pray

When the nights will light a star and the mornings will bring the sun

When I’m left with nothing to say… And when I have all the words to play

When You will be near… And when I’ll tell You that You hear

When I’ll be kneeling and believing… with all my truths and lies

I’ll stay… And I will pray

Your Might Inspires me, My Lord.

Teach me how to Pray.

He sat near the seashore and watched how the waves and the sands interacted with each other. For several minutes, he stayed motionless with his hands arming his chin and cheeks; thinking about a few things and listening to the sound of the the air with the sand and the foams with the waves, which gradually descended every time it reached its peak.

“So it ends anyway…eh? Like every other thing?” He asked himself. Who is the grain and who is the sand, what is in the air and who really is the wave; all were too complicated to be considered. He moved his thoughts as well as the eyes and looked at everything.

The place was over crowded with his thoughts and millions of grains. The air had a music in itself, like every other thing that he found musical. Some of the grains, which were too weak to stay, flew with the wind and rested in his long hair. He stayed with them for a while, noticed them and when he saw that nothing is going to happen now, he jerked them back to the air and starred back. On his way back, he kept cutting Read the rest of this entry »

Sometimes, It soothes… Otherwise, It makes you sad.

Down, the water holds me down, it’s like I have no weight
And now, I’m floating with the tide, the sun is on my face
And I hear you talking, I hear you speak, someone’s talking saying something
But I’m on my own, there’s nothing left to say, it carries me away

And you call out, I can’t hear you, I can’t feel you, no I can’t feel nothing
And you call out. I can’t hear you, no I can’t hear nothing
And you all look the same, now
You all look the same, now

Now, there’s nothing that I want, to take me from this place
I’m drifting further with the tide, that carries me away
And you call out, I can’t hear you, I can’t feel you, no I can’t feel nothing
And you all look the same, now
You all look the same, now

I know you’re trying hard to reach me
You’ll always feel the cold without me
I know you’re trying hard to reach me
You’ll always feel the cold without me
I know you’re trying hard

“Hey, can I love you?” He asked politely.

Without staring at him, she asked, ” You know who am I?”

“Of course, you are sweet like honey, soft like snow and beautiful like nature. What else do I need to know?’ He abruptly said, without thinking.

“You know about dreams?” Now, she stared at him and awaited his answer with wide opened eyes.

Speechlessly, he focused on her and felt the slowing up music of his heart and realized that he could hear it’s beats.

He tried to sound a bit unconcerned and careless.

“I don’t know what really is a dream but for me, a dream is something that becomes the life of your life, which makes you live your life rather than spending your days.

And when dreams are about to come true, being all around you, your heart beats its every beat differently. Making one beat, beat faster and slowing down the very next, making you strong and weak. That is a dream and that is how it feels when you love one.”

She managed to hide her smile and when failed, she hoarsely said, “Love me like a dream. Will you?”

He nodded and veiled the fact that she was the dream he was talking about.

The brownish segments of the footpath’s bricks looked very pretty. They looked prettier when he noticed the haunted buildings, which were floating beside them in the moonlight. He was alone there, watching the moon behind the dirty clouds.

Even though, he didn’t like moon that much, he was still happy to witness such a beautiful scenery. He was thinking of his darkest desires, in the brightest moonlight. He had finally stopped caring for others, stopped pleasing others, stopped listening to the bad things that they said.

“Alchemist was right,” he thought. “If the moon is beautiful, and loving it is a good thing but you don’t feel like loving it, you should better love the sun.”

He placed his feet on the bricked footpath again, looked at the moon, smiled and said, “Sweetheart, if you got all the rights to be bad and beautiful, I have got all the rights to be right and wrong.”

With his soul in heaven and head on a plain white-marbled ground, he felt complete, satisfied and perfect. The word perfect reminded him of God once again, even though he was bowing in front of God Himself.

He wished to be an angel, to be like that forever, till eternity-knowing eternity never ends, he still wished it to be it. Kneeling-how perfect it is! With his closed eyes and a beating heart, he posed his forehead on the earth again, and slowly asked, “Can I keep praying like this forever,God? Read the rest of this entry »

He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him and what the hell was right. He had started getting tired of everything he had come across- 700 miles, stairway to his dreams and untold stories living in his dark-circled eyes. Everything had suddenly lost its presence. He was tired of making all those mistakes, which he didn’t want to but he did unintentionally. Without even paying a single penny to all those biological functions that make us think, he perfectly made all the mistakes. And the way they were perfect, scared him.

Even after seeing all the beautiful things, his dreams, pretty sunsets on lonely roads and a few sweet pals, he was unable to locate himself and his fears turned into nightmares (make it even worse if you can). Closing his eyes had become his problem, compulsion as well. Waking up, followed by a nightmare, every three hours-finally, dried his brains.

He went to earn his living with dizzy brains and a hope for a few minutes of sleep at lunch hour, and of course, the fear that he’ll make a mistake again. His brain never got influenced and stayed unconscious until dusk (the night had a special connection, regarding a mare). They remained selfish and slept whenever they got a chance, unaware of his hard struggles to be better, to be on top and above all, to live his dreams anyway.

Bad sleep had converted into a bad fever and the aches started to fascinate him. Lying down on the floor, which he didn’t own, he enjoyed stretching his aching body, hoping that Read the rest of this entry »

“Tell me something sweet, before i doze off.” She ordered innocently.

“Sweetheart, I’m tired and sleepy. You are sweet! you know that. What else can be sweeter?” I reassured.

No! Look at me. I’m sleepy, sleepy and (Errrmmmm) sleepy. I have three things to suffer, you have two. Are you going to say something or should I doze off?” She blackmailed.

I had to agree with her THREE THINGS, along with THE FOUR and a few more. I had a bad day, which was full of pleasant failures. She too had a bad day but it was full of a thousand sweet miseries . I had run out of peace and was unable to afford a one night’s sleep. Afraid that She’ll really doze off, If i said something sweet,

I said,

“Emmm, Okay. Look into my eyes. I’ll look into yours. Don’t say anything, I won’t either. We ‘ll listen to the

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He had never known that chasing footsteps of fairy would take him to heaven someday, portraying him on the path that led to God. It had been years since he closed his eyes. Now, when he opened them, he was in heaven.

Walking around in heaven with his beliefs was something different than chasing his fairy. He had always urged for the fairy but these empty streets with peace, spoke of God. It looked like a part of heaven.

He had already been to heaven a thousand times. It dragged him again and he remembered all those epochs that didn’t live for even a bunch of seconds, which were enough for the time it took to blink his sleepy blank eyes.

He could see himself being surrounded by beliefs…his dreams. He could even hear his heart begging for yet more strength from the Lord. He felt a little proud about himself and smiled. “Its beautiful…It feels beautiful”, he thought.

He remembered his fears, and all those things that rendered them. Then he remembered how beneficent his Lord is! “Everything, this earth, those universes and even our hearts where He lives, they are a part of heaven. It is not a place, what we call heaven; It is where we can feel Him perfectly.” He was feeling Him and heaven was smiling, just like the fairy. He resisted but couldn’t and let himself surrendered, saying,

“Closing your eyes or opening them,

Dying for a dream or living for a pain,

Hiding your smiles or shedding your tears,

It is heaven, sweetheart… It is heaven.

Its heaven when you are feeling Him.

Living without a second, to put His thought off your mind,

That is heaven, my love… That is heaven.”

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The day was special for the guy. He had had hard times throughout his journey, and finally he saw the dimly lit illumination coming through his way to destiny. She looked pretty. Awaiting him with wide opened arms and she smiled. He felt happy to have her around. He had always lived life his way but now when she was there, he tried to change. For the sake of her presence around him, to stimulate his spirits and to be what he was. He had to go and look at her closely.

But she lived high above. Climbing was what he had been doing all those days. He had nothing to lose and nothing to gain except him and her. He needed some disbursement to ensure he knocks at her door. He bought the ticket, which cost him all his savings. He knew it is going to create troubles for him for his days and nights, which he spent watching her. In his maddest dreams and

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