There is devil; there is the deep blue sea; and then there’s you. You came attached with a pre-written warning. Each meeting as uncertain as the next rainfall. Each word spoken to you with a sense of trepidation. Each glare aching to stay. Every moment gone by, yearning to be etched. Every touch emanating a spark; each spark begging not to die. The sparks on which books are written. Too many words spoken, yet emotions left unsaid. A story too short to begin, too close to share, too certain of its end. Doesn’t make it any less worthwhile.
What do I write today?
Hope: Whatever you want your grand children to read in future and smile!
Skepticism: I am not sure I’ll reach to a point of having grand children.
Faith: Oh sure you will. Okay, write about something you believe in.
Insecurity: What can I possibly offer that hasn’t been said already?
Mind: Every individual brings something new to the plate.
Heart: Let’s just go ahead and lament about lost love and what could have been!
Angel elf: You don’t have to be sad all the time. Temperate is good too. Take time.
Demon elf: Sulk baby sulk. Better than that, complain about people who have done wrong to you!
Strength: Why not encourage others? On how things always get better. Trust your instincts.
Desire: Create something magical. Your words shall enchant.
Girly side: Let’s talk about the pretty dresses you bought and ooo! those nail paints.
Independence: Let’s not waste time figuring out people. Explore broader horizons.
Persnicketiness: Watch you words.
Conscience: Chuck it all. Do what you want!
One dainty human and a sea of emotions! Today we just wonder about the possibilities.
In a land, very distant, far away, sat a girl against a log of wood, looking up at the sky. Gazing so keenly as though her eyes could pierce the clouds and meet the sunshine meandering beyond them. She looked at peace, but was anxious from inside. The sun also had its fair share of fun. It started playing hide and seek with the girl. Falling on her skin every now and then. Making her smile and then leaving her restless by sneaking behind the clouds. Or so she thought. “What is it?”, she threw a question back at space. “Explain me the dynamics”, she said. Obviously, no answer came.
On other side of the clouds, far far light years away, there sat the sun, enjoying a sparkly Sunday. Within its enormous purview, sun looked at the earthly beings, some happy, some sad, mostly indifferent to the ubiquitous presence of sunlight amongst them. A girl came in his sight. Sitting by the log. Everytime sun looked at her, she smiled. But then, clouds blocked his view. And everytime that happened, sun couldn’t see her face. The sun uttered to himself, “You look so beautiful smiling. I wish you keep that smile forever intact. If I could, I would see you all day long.” Obviously, she couldn’t hear that.