The dawn of the parlance

Goodnight-s are bad And shall AlWAYS be, But wishing you a wish, Is a wish. And, Shall AlWAYS be! I thought about it and I'm still caught in it. Of how each goodnight whispered to me an echo that my heart acknowledged as a goodbye. Of all the goodbye's ever heard, none could be at par like that midnight goodnight as it flashed my screen. I sensed an ending that wasn't an end. A loss that happened twice. Of wishes that never came with a guarantee. What if, it was already the last of your share whilst you thought of the last one to be even more piercing. You swallow that pain of the imposed last and thank your stars for not making you wait. For what was never yours for the world but indeed your little world which collapsed right then with that goodnight. A night which apparently was never good, those moments that still ache  and long for the night to be good again. And that whisper to be echoed yet again. That pain you're still ready to feel again,, to see that 'goo

Oh I lost it. I lost that thought which came amidst chaotic calmness. I related to it as a mermaid's lost song, oh how happy I felt to have thought of it in the first place. I remember the tune, it still rings in my deaf lobes. Do re mi fa.... The words, those words are lost in the dictionary. A dictionary to those words that existed for the briefest of moments and like smoke extinguished without even a slight trace of existence. I sat down and tried to relive those moments that led me to the no-land. But alas, the castle was burned down and I sipped the thought of extinction. I sat there staring at stars which were hidden inside the blanket of clouds but they did exist. Just like those lost thoughts that do exist but are indeed covered., yet to be found. I thought of him yet again. I dreamt of the starry night too. I wondered if that character I once read about that made me fall in love with myself was him? I thought of us. A fading silhouette of him. I felt that separation even

What makes you happy, he asked me with a curiosity. Hoping to hear I'd say adventure, climbing mountains or maybe stealing my favorite book from the bookstore I couldn't lately afford. 'That tree...' I said pointing towards that lush green entity standing upfront right before our visible horizon. He gasped and chuckle of disappointment echoed in that room of full of chattering souls. What answers are you seeking, he asked when he noticed my eyes longing for a shooting star in that densely covered blanket. I'm asking questions I say marking an end to all his further doubts. I sat there staring blankly away from him not acknowledging his presence that demanded attention. Giving up on his list of questions, he started narrating an observation. 'I was noticing you all the while you were standing there, you seem to be in some other world not bothered with everything that annoyed everyone in the room. You seem weird' he made a statement not hoping for an answer b

Well, that ache in the center that apparently has no definite cause or maybe the reasons are too insignificant to be named the ultimate thing; there’s a root cause. It’s mere mind’s play, to decide, to let go and definitely to keep holding on…forever? Maybe, if it existed. But that ache that is indifferent, an ache that feels new every-time, an ache that we’ve befriended like no other, an ache that is acknowledged and welcomed with smile driven tears, an ache that is nostalgic of moments that were mere memoirs of the bygone days, an ache that we never saw coming, an ache that was an escape once from the reality we never faced, an ache which has now become a necessity, an ache that is a part of you? An ache,,, A beautiful one!

The time thus stopped, still Between then and the now, Then was forever beautiful Now is undulating but infernal. Forever is hence a myth, Tied between the bygone And the moments yet to come Stuck, unmoving and dead. The rise of an era, indeed Was not a beginning either, It was called upon by turmoil And the sacrifices of all. Them all, gave up all they could Left behind what they had, They managed to flee, evacuate But couldn't untie the chain. The chain that was tied So fast around their souls, Choked, breathless, unmoved. They cried, longed, lamented. The emotions they were bound to Took a toll on them once again, The empire did rise again, Them, all, remained the same!

Well, life is nothing but a catalogue of ideas that exists somewhere, waiting to get substantial! Take a form or maybe be loud enough for the world to hear; not as an echo but a whisper… The thing about whispers, Well, thy are heard yet unheard! Understood yet unknown language for many. Whispers, seldom become audible but the tunes are soothing, the feel of being unheard yet heard by somebody. More often than usual it is our own soul doing the role. But such introspection sessions are common, as common as an Unicorn on the road at the countryside maybe! The thing about Unicorns, Well, they are magic. Magic sounds surreal but yes if you have the courage to believe in it; it won't disappoint you. Those 'serene' creatures are nothing but miracles. Wondrous souls that are created with the blink of an eye; with the movement of the wand I guess!