The Accused

The case was at its final verdict. He turned his sight from the judge to me. His eyes glinted just like they once did when he was wrapped up in my arms with a white sheet. But they lacked the innocence they once possessed. The stare was interrupted by the verdict-“Guilty”. Unforgettable. It was a March 24th, the same day he was born.

Futile

The one born without vision longed to see, to express his opinion without fear of fallacy.

The one born without voice
longed to speak, to express his opinion in his words of wisdom .

The one born without ears
longed to hear, to express his opinion by listening to with love .

The one born with everything decided to remain deaf, blind and mute.

Reality

I opened my eyes.
Couldn’t adjust  the light
They closed.
the warm hands of sun
paced through the pores
and panes
and touched my skin
it was so bracing.
like a mother.

I got tickled
by the cold breeze
that brushed past
my hair as if it
wants to play with me
like a friend.

I felt loved by
sweet chirping of birds.
they sang a lullaby
and kissed me to
an alluring day.
like a lover.

But it all lasted for a sec.
They were shadowed
by tumultuous clouds
whose tears plummeted
Deep into my heart
it was abysmal
like loneliness .

I felt like a dross .
A day passed
and I realized all of it
was within me
It was just my fractious mind
it was just my mind.
just an illusion.