Along The Street

It was a very quiet night, spread all over the sky and the stars blinking, when at one moment I could make out some and the other moment some more stars muddled into my sight. The street was also calm and quiet. I stood there beside the pavement making out which way to go but I realized that I have nowhere to go. I have no direction and my life is just a spontaneous train of multiple situations which create a mess at the back of my mind rather than creating a memory; a memory that can either be cherished or grieved. Unintentionally my feet gave up this never ending ambiguity and lifted themselves in a direction I would rather say was forward but I was walking the wrong way. The street was well lit by the street lamps, all of which were lighting up my dark way so that the right path was visible to me. Those lamps were present all in a row on both sides of the street equidistantly. There was a row of houses on either side, some which were picturesque and yet some whose gates were depicting a sight of misery and unfaithfulness of the times that have passed. They were rusting to deterioration. And those houses which had no paint on their concrete walls but there were signs of colours which showed that there was a time when they too bore paint. I could see some of the front yards and verandahs delighted with pleasant greenery, the flowers blossomed and leaves dancing with zephyrs that blew. I could compare this nature with deserted gardens, rusted leaves and withered trees in other yards. There was light but I could just notice the light that the street borrowed from the aiding lamps. The dark influenced the night so well that nothing else was visible to me away from that very spot of light. How well the night disguises the day… day when it is all bright and everything is so clear and visible. As soon as it ends, the night conceals it in itself that there is not a single spot of brightness left and everything falls into darkness. The blackness which seems so black that one might fear that they would never experience the day light again but yet we all rise again to witness the inevitable day that sprouts from the prestidigitator ‘night’, and begins to light up the world around us. Is this hope and despair? I stood there indulged in my thoughts and I lost track of time. I might have wasted several moments on such a worthless thought. I lifted my gaze and I could feel my eyes lit up with a burning desire. It felt as if there is some purpose I need to fulfill. And my feet lifted themselves this time not unintentionally but it was a well determined step and I turned backwards, this time the right way!

Angel Inside Me

Soon there will be nothing left.

Soon there will be no regret.

Sooner the world will see,

The angel thriving in me.

No worries, I have come

Through all the way till the End.

No worries I have survived

And I am the last one to stand.

I believe in greater good,

I believe in pure light,

 I believe myself to be with

The purist and deepest insight.

 

I am coming to get what I want.

I coming to get what I aim.

I will never stop fighting,

I will never stop surviving

Though I have been halted

By the winds blowing strong,

By the abominable storms,

By blinding mists and fogs

But I fetched myself together.

I tore my way through catastrophes.

Maybe I myself was the one,

To bring that wrath.

Maybe I was the one,

Who deserved this anger.

 

Someday sooner, I will take,

Myself to that level.

Someday I will be just like

A minute grain of sand.

I will bring down all my pride.

I will bring down all my Self.

And I will hide myself

Somewhere you will never find.

 

I will then stay blind

I will stay lost

I will preach my soul

I will preach my heart

I will gather again that might

I will gather again that insight

I will bring again that light

 I will be ready for my new flight.

 

A flight to take me far,

A flight to make me visible,

A flight I reckon will show you,

The inside of Me, the real Angel!