Another small lesson

It was a chilly winter evening, the lamplight beaming down from the night sky. It was breathing yellow light, in an attempt to imitate the sun. As I walked down the ramp to the street, the cold asphalt, radiating peaceful vibes, and the proceeding blackness slowly uniting with the road. My eyes fell on the roadside. I witnessed a creature, one of the billion creations of God. It was a dog, relaxing on its feet, as stray as a weed on a deserted footpath. But he did not seem to care. Neither about the cruelty of the world, the harsh weather nor the sluttishness of time. I rested my bossom on the cold sands and sat beside him. He sensed my presence not more than the chilly winds. I turned to him, looked into his eyes. Like quicksand, his eyes were getting a grip on my regularity. It was not a mirror where you could see yourself. It was a window, a peephole. And I found a story hidden in his eyes. Some grotesque account, something that could not be woven into voices. His eyes sang a ballad his heart wanted to conceal. Silence surrounded him, gloom overpowered him. His innocent face hid the darkest secrets. I sat up on my place and offered him a loaf of bread. Forgetting everything, he consumed it completely, to the last, minutest quantum of it, with a sense of satisfaction man can barely imagine. So I let the silvery moonlight fall upon him as a healer. He reminded me of a past. Another regular evening, another small lesson, guess that is how its meant to proceed.

Short Prose - A Happy Moment.

And as I looked up to the sky, it all seemed so, routine. Eddie Vedder was playing, and I could feel that with every pluck of the guitar string, a chill went through my body. A chill, which gave me warmth. The 'just another day' suddenly felt beautiful. Every quanta, every drop of the river of time, flowing softly seemed to brighten the day, like it was calling me to bask in it and find peace. With the soft wind flew hair, like the slow, warm ocean currents. And a smile, as true, as right as rain followed. I decided to remain quiet, as it was the sound of silence, louder than words which was slowly carving that happy moment. Time was a slut no more, it was a wizard, showering glittered magic on me. On us. Every touch of which turned my vital signs off, with every touch fell my level of sanity, and with every touch I realised, the beauty of life.

Poem - The One

Thank you,

For being the column of my arch.

For being the beauty of my heart.

For being the one who takes a stand.

For being there to hold my hand.

Thank you,

For healing me when I did lacerate.

For cheering me up whatever bring fate.

For fixing up my Achilles' Heel.

For beauty of life making me feel.

My micro-cosmos has no one but you.

I behold to you, for being true.

I held your hand, this delirium I escaped.

And in this golden moment, my life was shaped.

For me you're the night, you're the day.

We'd be infinity, if we would stay.

So let's forth on this heavenly track.

All I ask from you is,

To love me back.