After a Long time, Under the shades

pic: VadakkumNadhan Temple, Kerala, India

When sometimes things go crazy, or sh*t happens, I use to take a long ride to set everything clear, just to chill out, to make mind clear. If riding is not possible my next  the best place for such a relief is here at VadakkumNadhan temple compound.  Being in this shade here , center of a busy city, some how i feel peaceful.  There is a rush in the city, dust and crowd. The scream of machine creatures, speech filled air and from all these, your mind adjust itself to hear your inner voice and popup mind than  anything around. After a long, today noon, i went there staring at the front door (Gopuram) of the temple for a while, Then my vision focused to the leaves of the Banyan tree. At that moment I just remember taking the pictures of leaves,which my brother loved to see all the time. He loved watching leaves on trees, the veins of leaf which i first saw these crazy love for leaves, which he mentioned last year this same day.  The time he shared with me about the veins of a leaf, i was actually thinking about some blood line. He is not from my Family, but now he is my family. Blood line is not only the factor deciding family, but also where ever there is people you love, and people who loves you , that's family. When he first came to my life just like an intruder, at that first moment itself i knew he will be my best buddy, my best brother. Things gone a little creepy some where but still the bond never brakes. Today after all these days which i never turned to here, but something or some good old memory draw me here. I ain't know these all just came from that leaves and veins, but how far you are, how long it would take , I'm just here for ya. For the sake of good old moments.

#blood_n_vein    #Leaf_love  #Brotherhood

Midnight Rain

Yesterday night, the midnight rain sprayed  showered with the insane laughter of cluster clouds splashed the lightning sword, cut my deep sleep in to  a hasty awake... It's been days i had waited for the sprays , light touch , smooth kiss of nature... Always, rain is one my heart felt feeling, in joy, sorrow, broken, confused states, feeling the rain gives this burn a little shelter.

These days, things got out of my hands, things which I'm responsible of... You know, i give more important to some people which i consider them equal to my blood, and some time the intimacy paved way for certain heart braking incidence... 

I have friends who are  like two faces of a coin to me. They were like a family , like that i cared as much as i can, and try doing what actually a friend needed to do. But things went out of hand, things which i had done for reasons where inimical for me, the other, i don't know... Always tried for happy smiles and joined hands, where last i stood in the dark understanding that "forever" is a fabrication.

Still, they are my friends and never ever i changed that, awaiting for call.

The blind side which tied up beneath the shoes beholds the shattered story of us in the shade of misunderstanding. Once broken mirror cannot be used again,just like that. This burning in heart, you know like everything added to your life from then turned to ashes. But now i hold some hands which they really need me, till their wings grow to fly high, but,recently i just realized that kids grow fast☺

All these pages of life clustered in that night rain, feels like under the million stars I'm just one huge black hole. That moment, the rain appeared like dragged tresses of an absurd lady crying out loud, metamorphosis to loud laughter and scream...
All these time waited and tried just to make everything back to normal. But there is no space left void in  them just because I'm not there... But here reflects the thousand light rays of the broken mirror...

An insane smile draws on my face, just thinking 'i need to do something for people who needs me'
You can never be useless, at least you can be an example for useless ☺ (just kidding)
Even the dead clock shows the right time twice a day, There is chance, There is Hope.
   

Lone Rider

Once the kid was a lone rider, silent breaker, problem solution, fairy God who grand all the wishes, night walker, day dreamer, keeper of giggles and laughs, spreader of smiles and peaceful sigh...
But now, when the real world and real time opened the door for him, he just became a piece of junk there... avoided, ill treated, wasted, unheard, worst, and more over one in the deepest pit of life.. by days it immerse him down n down till his breath becomes air...
Everything once he was , sets with sun to the horizon... now everything he loves converges in that pit with shame...
He says himself "no longer a rider"