there is a risk in surrendering oneself to the true thoughts. we evade what we are not comfortable with or what appears to be the closest to the truest self. why? maybe humans aren't sure what they actualy are. perhaps they are scared of their true self. knowing oneself...ones all shades..maybe thats good for self, but not for the world.world needs an image. the image through which they will compare and contrast with every other image they have seen, even their own image. so there is a good in surrendering to ones true thoughts but perhaps eveade the thoughts when they start revealing self..image will be lost otherwise.

A girl in the sun....

This gril stands here,her head covered with a torn clotheheat of sun consumed by her soul with deep breathsshe looks for some shade,however fails, someone comes and stands besides hershe looks at the new face and turns her face away,... she knows the rules she needs to obey,deep inside she makes a conversation with this strangersilently,she plays out her smile and rhythmic nods that would have followed,she imagines herself being somewhere else,on a fairytale itinerary with the stranger she knows she can't knowher emotions hidden flex on her face,she tries to hide,her head moves and she rearranges the headcoveran effort she knows is just in vain,this stranger is real stranger to this land,he wants to talk to this girl in sun,her simple beauty enchants him truly,he asks her somethings,girl looks up and looks at the face so vibrant talking to her,she listens but her nods don't play out as she imagined,there are stares staring her as they always haveshe doesn't say anything,she hs so much to say though,stanger now walks away,she imagines if he could stay for a while longersilenced she stays silent,losing a string again she could have found,perhaps she knew it all along,and sun still shines and she is standing there,head just half covered,waiting...

I look into his eyes and discern loyalty

he does not talk like the talking we do

he says something which only i can understand....

he is staring and i am trying to concentrate at something but he is fixed on me

he is not letting me work

i give him a weary look but he is unmoved....

i don't want to submit to his stubborn ways of stopping me from reading and respond to his silent but persuasive questions

i send him outside but he is unmoved...

i plead don't look at me or i will fail

he is unmoved like an age old rock which refuses to move

and then i fail again

but i love his eyes for he is innocent

he is loyal i know it defies words

words were never conceived for it

and i am happy i get up and respond to him

he is a memory which will never fail me....

humans have failed me

but he is stronger than them.....

he never left me and never will

he does not carry the frailties and trivialties of human love and bonding

he never said he would be loyal

but loyalty and strength he is born with...

he is a memory which will never grow old..

a mouse fading away......

WORDS

A mother carresses her child and tell,''Don't you ever make right things wrong in life dear child''.

The child does not understand the magnanimity of the words mom told but he still tries to remember the words so that when he is grown up he can figure out what it was meant to mean..And right now he is comfortable in mom's lap...Mom puts the child to sleep and when child opens his eyes he seems to have grown real big.. But he can recollect the exact words of his mom..And still wondering what mom meant..

Years have passed and...Now he regrets that he should have asked mom what it meant rather than falling asleep in that cozy comfort...That moment lapsed and how he was in that deep slumber never realising how many rights he made wrong in life...And now it feels nobody knows what it was supposed to mean...Mom could have explained it better!!!!

today i woke up into the thoughts of something very precious in my life...something which was just the second me... morning silence was never so hurtful the way it sounds now...lies for me always seemed to be just child's business for stealing a toffee or some chocolate cream from the cupboard till now...sometimes we are just not conscious enough to know about the things that are awaiting us... are not grown enough to understand that things have different meanings for different people or perhaps words are just too hollow and empty to ever carry any weight for the few around us...darkness is too eerie and irksome for me and darkness scares me...i am in dark...dark of a bright shining lie...and that something seems to have lost in this dark....will i ever get that something back....something that was too precious for me...something that was just second me...