Ephemeral brainwaves

In the clouds of grey and black.. Struck a lightening with a crack.. Brightening the sky for a second too long.. Why does envy come with this piercing song? Pouring thunder loud and dark.. Crosses water the threshold mark.. Gushing feelings of guilt and righteousness.. What's wrong in embracing a little humanness? Even in chilly winds of frosty night.. Lights a fire for which isn't in sight.. Warming the spirit and the body.. Why does envy hum this melody? Rustling leaves of misty logs.. Drawing a curtain to shield the fogs.. Seeping through from between the hinges.. Why to run from unwelcome thoughts?

What does an abandoned house feel like.. Dilapidated structures echoing sounds of silence.. Waiting for the downpour and thunder to strike.. With lights and sounds creating a bit of violence.. Finding connections where none exist.. being the most simplest of guilts.. Missing the obvious signs that persist.. Of the coming storms and the tension it builts.. Stories that didn't end like expected... Stir another wave of longing inside.. Drawing parallels between all that was rejected.. With all those unseen links identified.. The Circle thereby completes itself.. What was started had to end.. Unflinching courage needs thyself.. For the past to make its amend..

यह ऐसा वक़्त आया है जब दूर करके भी पास लाया है और पास होके भी दूर ले जया है शायद ऐसा ही होता है क्यों किसी को दोषी पाया है यह कैसा वक़्त आया है? यह ऐसा वक़्त आया है जब जीवन की सच्चाई को दिखलाया है और ज़िन्दगी जीने से दूर ले जाया है शायद ऐसा ही होता है क्यों ज़िन्दगी को समझ नहीं पाया है यह कैसा वक़्त आया है? यह ऐसा वक़्त आया है जब जो मांगा था वह पाया है और भी सब कुछ दिलवाया है शायद ऐसा ही होता है क्यों अपनी ख्वाइशों को आजमाया है यह कैसा वक़्त आया है?

Joining different pieces to make them whole.. That's how some stories often roll.. Like the coat of many colors.. with frayed patches stitched together.. When only bits and pieces can string.. a melody that in your hearts will ring.. Like the age old classics.. with simple stories twisted like magic. Beauty of collage too can be seen with will.. Only if you hold your thoughts for a moment still.. Like the perfect shot captured.. with spiraling stars and galaxies in rapture..