Land dweller's angel returns

A salty breeze hits my face,

Holding you in a warm embrace,

i walk pushing the ground beneath,

Unaware of the prying eyes falling underneath.

This is where i stopped days ago and i still couldn't resume it. A train of thoughts begin going to all dark and beautiful places at the same time. Some thoughts shake the very basis of life and how we live it the way we live. What if everyone turns to be good, will it ever work!?

The land dweller's angel returns,

Bringing life that ever since did mourn,

Closing my eyes i stroke your hair,

Feeling your breath on my skin fair.

Your arrival marks my rebirth,

Like raindrops fall on barren earth.

We shall go to places together,

Places which none would dream about.

Yesterday you were here, so was i

We danced together with colors in our eyes,

When the moon shone bright,

My angel left my sight.

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Angel of the sea returns... to his Land dweller. Wish the angel stayed back.

Come to me, My elixir!!!

I will never let this moment go,

Come to me, come near me

My life, my elixir...

The morning sun shines bright,

She again came in my dreams

Beckoning me to follow her,

Into the infinite realms

I have spent my past searching for her,

More I am nearer, vivid is my dream,

For the love I have for her,

Maybe she will come to me after all...

I ask for no boon hereafter,

No worldly pleasures of any manner,

For I have found my heaven in you,

This will last forever and ever...

My life's purpose is to be with you,

As you are my identity, my definition for life,

I do not exist without you,

As you are my breaths of fresh air...

Come to me, my soul,

I have waited for you long enough,

Let my dream become reality,

And release me from this slumber...

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After a long gap, i scribble again. The inspiration being, ever romantic Indian Cinema and its beautiful soulful songs. This is "Nee paartha Paarvai" from the movie Heyy Ram. Something which struck me while sitting idle at work. My inspiration, as usual my writer friend who said to write to her but it turned out i have to write something else again. 

A simple story

"Life is not complex. We are complex.

Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing."- Oscar Wilde

In a village, there used to be a farmer named Bhola. Family of Bhola consisted of himself, his mother, his wife and children. He owns a farmland on which he grows pulses and other seasonal vegetables. At times, he does manual labour work in a nearby factory to meet both the ends. Bhola sometimes needs to keep night vigil, unless some harm might come to the crops.

Every night Bhola used to lit a fire in a corner and keep vigil. After a few nights, he took a dog with him for keeping company at night. He would make strange noises to ward off animals, mimic bird cries, talk to the dog to keep himself awake. Time went on, Bhola let himself loose at night and sleep. The dog would wake him up when something bizarre happens.  As time passed on, Bhola made dog in-charge of the fields and he himself used to enjoy his sleep.

One day, when Bhola returned after a night vigil, his mother advised him to go to factory to earn some money because the money coming from the farm growth wasn't enough. Bhola reluctantly joined in, cursing the old lady. During the day, he toiled hard in the factory and at night, he kept vigil in his fields. This double duty was getting on his nerves.

One night an incident happened. As usual, Bhola lit a fire, went on talking to the dog till he slept. In the morning, his wife woke him up with a start. Bhola confused, looked at her and asked, why is she here in the fields so early in the morning. His wife asked him to look around. Then he saw, the complete field was burned to the grounds. The fire which he lit the previous night spread onto the complete field. His wife started cursing him. For which Bhola replied – “Let it go, woman! I can’t stand this double duty any more. Good riddance that the field got burned. Even this dog didn't wake me up. What do I do?” his wife was surprised and didn't say anything.

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After a long time, I came across a short story. The story was telecast on TV channel and what I will be sharing might not be a complete copy but a vague one. Such a simple reply Bhola made for such a grave issue. The farmland was his lifeline which right now was razed to the grounds and what his thoughts were centred on was, his sleep. Bhola knows that something will eventually turn up, no matter what. 

The quote is totally related to the story. We do the job which we don't like but we do, just because of fear of not getting another one. We take up things which we don't like but do it eventually to satisfy others. At times, we forget to live our own lives.