Shining Lights

There was a time when I had someone near my windows, someone who was listening to the radio along with me. I could still see that tree watching us, rustling something which our naked ears can’t understand. 

When night calls me to be outside, the White flower smiles at me, and tells me to look straight to that something once shined with its full glory. 

Keep going

 Why listen to sad songs when you are excited about your life? You should go on till you feel like you had enough, it does not matter how long it is. There will be times when you feel like struggling, times when no songs will work for you, in such times, new music will find you. 

Healing takes Time

 You stay stuck liberating yourself in places where you wait for time to solve the puzzle for you. There is no sweet escape, you need to do what you cannot with your life. Then, one day you just move on.

Just the beginning

 Some day, I will go beyond their expectations, and they will complete me like once they did. They are around me watching every step, it is about the choices I make, when we think we can’t anymore, we gain strength from an unknown source. All we can believe is we know the way,nothing can hide us from becoming who we are meant to become and beyond. 

Afterlife

 They travel faster than Sound, I was just like Wind, free flowing, taking baby steps just feeling the air for the first time. When I was just about to take controls, I was staring at the ceiling.

Friends

They are flying in circle everyday telling me it is time to break the cycle. Friends, they are fun to hang out with, there are others who entertains me, they are sad for some reason. Maybe they see something of the future, and they are saying farewell.

Dreams

 Night became so beautiful these days, being out in the open and watching everything, it is so relaxing, time take a pause, deep breaths, and so much joy in looking at the future, a future you are starting to love with all its flaws. Dreams with wings.

Deep Breath

I remember feeling the Sun without burning myself. I loved melting, and craved for more. Everyday, I used to watch the ceiling, and the fan had this habit of running in slow motion. Good old days, when we had nothing to worry about, just how to reach evening after we open our eyes. 

Memories.

I’m looking at them, from far. What will happen if I walk towards them? Pruning happens after certain age, and I’m looking at what is left. What if, instead I walk back, and then forward to the unknown?

II

   It is beautiful when the lightning strikes, you just need to open your eyes, maybe it will become your life’s favorite spectacle. First it kicked me out of my room, then out of my balcony, then I saw how beautiful it is from a safe distance.