Being an unknown

Some people don't understand many things. And leave you alone when you need them the most. Like you are an unknown. A man with out a face amongst the million there. Just an unknown.

Truly
Abinash

Winter of love

Winter is special. Like love. You love it. You want it to last for ever. You want to snug to your beloved. You want to feel warm. The whole world seems clean, air chill, sky blue and touch sensational. You want to feel the breath, hold the hands tight. Winter makes the chicks pink, like you blush in love. winter makes you stay back in bed few more hours, like you wake up late after a love filled night. Winter is lovely, like love.

A good morning

On the porch of Monday, passes the week. A laziness borrowed over from the weekend I start the week. Hoping to see the eyes, the smile that has grown indifferent to me. The day spent mostly brooding over the monotonous office work, same dirty desk, filthy code. They add up to the pain of the moment. Then I see the face smiling, slowing and blushing. At me. The day fades. Fades the smile, glow and the blush. The dusk comes in quite swiftly. Brings in the sense of a lost day. The same indifference is re-uttered. Refusal, the hands move. Initially close then away. The chill air blowing with the running wheels of the bike. make you feel cold. No warm. Just cold. The words hurt. The actions hurt. The day hurts. And I hate the day. It passes away with flying time. Comes in the night. And a smile. My smile is like a panacea. The day is erased. My mind is skilled in it. Forgetting. It helps. The night brings in another smile. Of the motion of the hands from away to closer. to hold up. To cling together. Night brings dream. Dream brings the hands closer. And starts a good morning. From away to closer. A real good morning.

Truly
Abinash

Lets make it

Intentions. Perceptions. Decisions. They all occur like they are eternally linked. Maintaining their camaraderie. Intentions how ever remain obscure, assumed and silent. Perceptions remain wrongly articulated, mostly misunderstood or un-understood. And decisions timely mistaken, untimely regretted and perfectly spontaneous.
At the spur of the moment, the overwhelming emotions, uncontrolled motion of thoughts, misplaced facts and the assumed wrong assumptions. They do the killing. Killing of happiness, peace and the need. What is truly desired is always hidden. Ego drives the motion then, taking over love, care, wishes, dreams. Human are designed err. To err and name it life. To live and name it fate. To mistake and name it experience.

It takes a small decision drifted away by the ego to destroy it. But it takes a thousand small dreams, a million small desires and one strong will to construct it to live it. And name it life. In the shape and form it deserves to be. Happy. Decorated. Beautiful. Lets make it.

Truly
Abinash