MiD NyT MiNuTeS

I wish to be the gentle whisper, Of the cool breeze, Waking you up in the morning… I wish to be the calm gleam, Of rising sun, Cuddling you, as you open your eyes… I wish to be the smirking flowers, Dancing in the lawn, Watching you strolling around… I wish to be the tough rays, Of the noon, Averting you to go down the wrong way… I wish to be the spring, Revitalizing the withering leaves of fall… I wish to be the hillock, To let you rise high… I wish to be the gentle stream, Flowing beside silently…

It’s a beautiful evening outside… I’m sitting in my room, And myriad thoughts hammering in In my mind… Swinging between two states, Both equally desirable… Both equally imperative… But the heart all confused, If both will be given justice simultaneously or not… Seems life is being overburdened by over thinking, And I anticipate, this being just a phase, A phase that will pass out soon… 

Life seems to have taken a break, break from a lot of stuff. College is over, all friends gone (not literally but figuratively), all late night gossiping over, terrace talks gone. I’m suffering with a pause, I guess, where I’m finding it difficult to figure out, what is going to be the next move, what is going to be the next way, to go. I very often suffer from this when life just gets transitioned from, the one, where I used to be surrounded by countless number of people, some, for whom I yearn a lot, and some being the ones who made me realize their presence, by merely being there, pre-occupied in their own stuff, to the one, which looks to be a bit monotonous. I think I’m getting monotony strokes.  I feel confused, confused about past, present and future, all jamming up together in my mind. Memories from the past rising up like the aroma rising out of a stranger’s kitchen, all you can do is to admire the smell and can just crave for the delicious food but can’t go in there and

Life is a canvas of infinity, But this canvas is dingy unless The words seep in, And make it multihued… The baby pink, Giggling of a tot… Or the timid yellow, Confession of a school lad caught of stealing… The tranquil blue,  Consoling a doleful heart… Or the envious green, Jibber-Jabber of a jealous teenage girl… The romantic red, Merry bells of tender love… Or the woeful gray, Sobbing of a sulky betrayal… The rage full black, Roar of a heart infuriated with injustice… Or the serene white, Rising out of the silence, Modestly getting heard through the aid of trust…