Every night a beast awaits his turn.
To be engulfed into the darkness that the nights brings in with her. It’s a story unheard off. A silence so musical like that of the rhythmic breath.
He’s not someone can know or knows off. A beast, a creature who partners the night. Never to be seen in the daylight. There’s a certain mysteriousness that is felt with him.
It’s a conversation that the night romances with the beast. Cruelty he shows, but the night even more ruthless can be, shall leave him alone at dawn.
He’s a child the night can father, a lover the night could hate, a beast in all true sense; he’s just a night the night forgave.

A little bit..

It’s a little bit of craziness that lets me be on my own today.
A little bit of you makes it perfect.
I’ve never needed you around. Rather maybe I’ve loved my own mysterious ways so much that I would hate to show them to you.
Maybe I’m never going to be face to face with you. Or maybe I don’t ever want to be face to face with you. Reasons maybe many. But answers are just never known.
I don’t know where you come from, who you are, what you do or what would you do next. And this is just I always needed. A perfect stranger.
Everyone needs a crazy little side. Something to hide. Something to fear. Someone who you can be shameless, fearless, happy, angry or even a person you never know. Someone who completes just a little bit of me. Someone who knows just a little bit about me.
Maybe that little bit is you.

So like an everyday a today started. So many people, so many stories, so many moments and even more emotions. And then there was a story about me. A someone I had never seen. Stranger. I found myself so different everyday. A mirrored image of me I see in strangers. I live with a stranger every new day. It must change or it shall be a silent death of an unknown. I forget why I say so. But it must change.

I must be happy, or I couldnt have survived. I cant let go. Memories with a certain stranger make me stronger every day.

I wished for a moment my life would change. I wasn’t even an inch close to what I wished I could be when I saw him.

It was a different life he lived. For the first time I believed that maybe I did resemble the Bridget Jones my friends thought I was.

I was happier in what I thought it all could be. Did the fairy tale come out of a book? I ignored thinking I never deserved it. But then when I took a chance it virtually happened. Truly. Dreaming never made better sense than just a smile.

He wanted to create an illusion. Something mystical. Magician he was and just no prince.

Mad hatter. Soulfully young. Never mine. Never belonged.

And in no time, with a wave of his wand.. He was gone.

Unforgettable

When I meet you again, I will burst into soulful tears. Maybe this time I won’t let you go.
You must have experienced a first time sometime in the past. You’ve had witnesses. I don’t have a witness to us. It’s more like maybe we dint exist.

I don’t know why your first ever sight has impacted me this well.

I had seen it all happening in true sense. In a dream maybe. So good to believe. So good to be true. If all was about a time, the time was worth every memory. Worth an idol. Worth a faith. Worth being a first time.

My first time was you.

Happens.

Too fast, but too slow. Every step gets me closer to a distance. I don’t mind, infact I like it, though I’m terrified. It’s like a day slips away again. How I wish I tried hard enough to keep the hours safe. Not realizing maybe they were my last.

Have I been misinterpreted? Misread. Guilty. Spoke too much to speak so slow. Said all the wrong things maybe. I should have been someone else. I should have been today. But I chose to speak of a yesterday.
It’s difficult to walk when you know you can run. Touched too fast to maybe let go. Patience would have made all my moments stay.

I’m not one of those who can easily hide. Blame it on me. Anyway the thing is what I really mean, my gift is my faith and that’s for you.

Through the lens..

Beautiful. That’s the keyword that word for me. A never so gorgeous mirror finally made me look what I really want to look like.

Looking into a mirror never had been better. Nothing had changed except for the lens. The lens made me look beautiful. Somehow I gathered the courage to open my eyes and change the lens. And yes, beautiful was the word that made it all work for me. Time can’t wait, but it can certainly help in going back into the past and collect the days gone by.

I changed my lens. I had turned beautiful. I turned old. I turned better. It was all the mystical past and the magic of the lens. I do not know whether I can keep them forever. But truly, I love looking through these set of lens.

I was she.

What happens when you begin to dream is that you succumb into realities. Trying to make something work means somewhere you've lost what you had gathered.
I opened my eyes to a new day. A day dream I saw about 6-7 years back had happened. Finally. I was she. Only for a couple of moments maybe. But I was she. Finally I knew I atleast could make one dream happen. Maybe this was Gods way to tell, yes.. it would all fall in place and I could get all my lost time back in my hands.
I felt the same that I felt then. I was jealous then, I wanted to be her always. I wanted and I still want to be her. She seemed soo powerful on his side. He made her so. Maybe.
Moments. Feelings. Captured into my past I knew this was just the unforgettable ever past for me. I was she.

another time to remember

Something beautiful happened again. I was caught in a memory of someone i wanted to be. Years back where i wanted to be is just where i was now. I had imagined it all. And today i saw myself living it all. No. I dont want to touch it today. I want it all to stay. Like a remembrance. Like a moment that makes me beautiful and grow. Where im not misunderstood but im allowed to stay forever. Ive never wanted a name. Ive never needed the recognition of living my existence. But all i need is the moment to be heard and held. Let me stay. I shall never let myself leave. It dint happen then, i know i wont let it happen now.

Mistake

So. Yes. I had yet another mistake on me. I asked the mistake to leave and it agreed. But the alimony I had to pay was a deed for a lifetime. Trust, faith, a bagful of dreams, smiles and a few more precious times of cherish leave with the mistake. I thought, better ask it to stay. It stays and I don't lose much but my mind and myself. So what exactly is the price to pay for one mistake.

So let the mistake die its own death. Do I let a mistake die? Do I pump some more life? Revive a mistake and boast about living a mistake. Nothing seems to be right. If I had done it, it wasnt supposed to be a mistake. It was a part of me now.

Nothing seems to be a mistake. Just one. Everything.