~ Emotions we experience and don't realise~
On the streets, in the subway, at the market, familiar faces in a strange environment greet me everywhere.
A few smile back, fewer acknowledge my presence and none, converse.
Every day, we take the same route, board the same coach, as they fight their demons and I wrestle mine.
Demons held by shackles of morality, ethics, code, civility, a guise of humanity, ready to be dropped at the single moment of Anarchy, and yet, as I look into those eyes, they look away fearing I'd see their Demons when I'm too busy hiding my own.
We Sonder away, realising that your life is as complex and vivid as mine, and that we probably are fighting the same game on different levels.
So tell me then,
When I took a few steps toward you..
Why did you pass me by? // Rantings of the Dusky Disaster. 17th July.
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I am finally free. This is a letter I wrote long back. But couldn’t post because of my schedule here!
To my love,
Happiest birthday to you.
You, my dear is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t know if words can express how much I love you and adore you. Every moment I have spent with you have been more than just memorable.
All those times that you waited till midnight just to drop me home after work, I loved you a little more.
All those times you went that extra mile to satisfy my stupid cravings, I loved you a little more.
All those times you sat with me in the parking lot talking, I loved you a little more.
All those times you wore shirts because I love it even though you love t shirts, I loved you a little more.
All those times you got angry at me for not responding to your calls and messages because you were worried, I loved you a little more.
That day when you came from Jebel ali to Qusais to make me happy just because I was upset, I loved you a little more.
That day when you surprised me with the ring, I loved you a little more.
From day one to today, all those littles turned to a lot. Now, I love you a lot more.
Thank you. Thank you for everything you have ever done for me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for fighting with me. Thank you for taking care of me like a baby. Thank you for every moment you gifted me.
You complete me.
Happy Birthday. -T
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The Sky looked pale,
And the air felt warm.
The eyes went blur,
The smoke wrapped me up.
I touched the Earth,
With trembling palm.
Felt the heat, as it gave me burns and scars.
I felt it tremble and crack by my side,
With flames peeking out,
The Humans took their final breathe.
I saw the flames, the way they grapped the surface and pulled themselves above.
I felt their dominance, I felt their grip on my melting skin.
Lakes were the same, trees unharmed,
Animals as if, they can't be burnt.
Every man-made, just melted away, or was coughed by the Smoke that became a swirl of blazing fire.
I took my last breathe,
Touched my forehead at the crack,
As if surrendering to the Mother Earth.
I dropped that one last tear, for all that we have done to her.
As soon as my tear on the crack,
I fell like the tree that just dissected from the roots.
I took one last breathe, and smiled at the new beginning after this end.
Soon, I could the sky.
With the shades of blue, orange and white.
It touched the Earth at the horizon,
Just the way I touched the trembling Earth.
I could feel the air, flow past me.
But I couldn't move.
I could breathe, and I could see.
I could drink, and I could eat.
A strong wind hit me hard,
And I swinged on my roots.
I was a Tree.
A tree of flames with roses as red as fresh ember.
I felt the tap, of Mother Earth.
As if she wanted me to listen to her breathe that branches which travelled far and wide.
She made my leaves, flutter like wings.
she made my flowers fall of the ground as if,
they were for my memorial that got left behind.