Clouds are clear right now. Watching that star(still behind a thin layer of cotton).
I love the quiet around me. No music(my partner is sleeping right now.)
It is good right now. I know i can see a few layers of clouds just walking across the sky lane and the wind in its dimension is flowing.
I listen to the leaves and to the crickets playing down below. For moments, few few, i felt each one of them is supporting each other, you know. Wind making leaves rattle, crickets feeling love call with the coolness of the clouds. But next moment i know feel them independent. Because if you concentrate. You can feel them on different beat, different sound. But then again, i sitting here or the crickets down there- we know they all matter.
It is actually reminding me listening to a band. I love the music.
All the time, i hope we also become one like them. I mean, we Indians have a special ability we can be the best one born out there. Really! off all the players to step out there on field. Or there trying to sing a song, or may be one cleaning that toilet. We are good. We are too good. Because we know, been taught, that dedication matters, that love matters, that .. hard work matters. Yeah! and none of it is wrong.
But frankly telling you. the person I was talking about- the best of the best, the indian dream girl/ guy. He exists, but only for a fraction of time. It could be an year, a decade, month or even a second. Then he dies out. And we are the again same, but not the one we were, but the one we are expected to be. I call these- dead man walking.
A sentence written by our own hands. Only difference, we write the parade our own way (Off course assistance received).
I mean what wrong does there exist- if instead of proving that I AM THE BEST, UNDEFEATED ONE. We tried to be a little smoother on our friends, our team. and decided- we all go ahead together, we all win together. I mean- what goes, if we make our teams a family and went out there and took the world together. it does not hurt if we stop pretending, Not at all if we love the next hand.
I mean- you played your hands correct, isn’t it. Hated all, treated everybody as a scum. not to be trusted, A mate who must rest in peace.
Hey, grave digger, nice grave brother! so what you got. We are the winner right? Congratulations! Now what? Oh the perks. Great- it is inside the others basket.
Hmm..I got something better for you, look around.
Nice grave you are standing in! oh my! what a present you have, your own grave inside a well. Congratulations. BTW.. the one who could take you out, is 6 feet below the soil.
Wake up people, we are going no where. From one grave to another, one rabbit hole to next. that is all. You ain’t making money only loosing plus now no one likes you.. Wake up.
Probably clouds read the first few lines. The star is now behind a think cloud skin. And I look at the leaves they are still dancing, breeze still around. Crickets, they are still singing, may be it will take time. but love deserves the wait. i know.. Wait. My bags are packed. Only some stuff is left. Long way to go. Long one for me.
Good Night.. and sweat dreams..