Gone With The Wind…

The moment I returned to my true home,

I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,

strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.

I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.

Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.

“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.

Wise

“The age is just a number, your real age is defined by the number of mistakes you make and how much you have learnt from it, how much you have grown, for that I am still young, lad, so think before you call me grandpa”- he laughed hysterically yet fervidly at the newspaper boy.

He was too wise to be a ‘madman’, that was what the people called.

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.

The Journey Begins…

A brief description of what is biblichor..

“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”

― Lisa See

I have an addiction-writing. The rapturous delight of writing brings about the utmost ecstasy of sharing the obscured feelings I have in the hope that there are people out there reading them. And through my words, if hearts could be touched, believe me, it is the highest award that a writer could ever procure. I ardently hope to do that through my tales.

                                                      Welcome to my world, Biblichor.

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.