Camouflage

I mystify, looking at the outlook mail
Hell, ~how am I suppose to do this!!, scratching my brain cells
Following my suspected surprise,
Boss comes to me with a sly smile, asking "done by today?”
"Yes sir", I say only to placate..

My India.

The beauty of innocence...:):)

Abduction.

Cool afternoon wind drifting, tickling underneath your sleeves.
Bewildered you on your own thoughts, shoving pragmatism to history...
Emotions overpowering, bringing you closer to me...

You have been hypnotized sweetheart...or may be "me".

Trust yourself to test your limits.

No one will ask you why, when and why not. You are not judged, you can be just you.
Sounds like a dream created by human imagination??!!!

It's possible when you dream for yourself and don't rush to climb other's targets.
It's achievable, think what else a human have achieved. Look around and you will find number of things blowing your mind. All that was possible because some human trusted himself, that he can fly, he can run, he can achieve, he can help..

It takes only one mind, one brain, one body to be someone.

Trust yourself to test your limits and you will get it.

Repeating the same....

I walk the lonely way, down the busy street
So many doubting faces, facing me

One in me asks for the strength,
Shouting, just forget them
But…
My feeble mind, values again…
Makes the mistake, repeating the same..

Just a matter of choice....

I look down,

From, where I am standing…

World is so small

I look up,

From, where I am standing….

I am so small

I am you and you are me.

On the cliff, she is standing still. Looking deep, deep down in to her mind. It's empty, emotionless. She looks around hopelessly, first down and then up, in the sky, it's clear just like her own self. She can hear humming birds, see the mountains but could feel nothing, she is too numb for all that. Life that seemed to be heaven is burning like a hell now, leaving her with only burnmarks.

She walks back fearing she might jump down, smiles with regret for putting herself in to this. Allowing things that she knew could be painful later. But life is about living and not about planning, she consoles herself.

She holds something very tight to her chest, a gift from him. Aaha! I can't jump but this book can... she plays with her emotions..an adult's most favorite game. At least this should comfort her.
She opens the first page and reads through, she can not continue, those lines are his expression.
She closes it back and opens it again, closes it back....

She feels regret, anger, jealousy, revenge; her mind gets occupied with plenty of emotions. Revenge stands out!!
Revenge should do the job. She opens the book and starts tearing pages one after other..

She stops in between. Falls on her knees, hides her face with her palms.
She wants to yell, howl loud, draining down the pain. But she is loving this pain too, it’s so special….. what she should do???

She decides to follow her heart and shouts loud.."I will wait, I will wait Deb. Because I am you and you are me".

Ruthless valley echoes it back, drifting her away from reality.