Hynotic illusion

I don't know what is true love. But all I know for this moment is when you are in pain, it hurts me.When someone calls my name like the way you do, my breath stops. I simply light up only thinking of you smile.I miss you like how the drought held land wants rain and like how the dark cloudy sky wants the ray, the sun's ray, the sunshine. All I know is I love you like crazy.

For you

Love is a very small word to describe what I feel for you.. Fear is an invisible word next to you..life is a precious word after you.. Future is an exciting word with you.. Death is nothing if it's for you..

A chance at rhym.

The other half of me left behind,
been through the same road time and again,
nothing to lose, nothing to gain.

A Trick

My trick to survival- to constantly plan, do, think, plot, say, believe, write about doing something Crazy, something Outrageous, something Beyond, something Exceptional.. Something that will help me laugh later..

Micro fiction

She says, " It wasn't betrayal, they were chances; for others. What could I do? You left a void in my life, someone had to fill. Now, I love you both" All I could do, was stare at those proud hazel brown eyes that I fell in love with not knowing what I had till this moment.

Ants

We plan. We dream. We hope, and then we attach ourselves to them so it becomes a source of our happiness and contentment and you wait for them to come true and dream some more and start hoping they all come true soon and then you make plan B and plan C and also reach plan D, so that something works out, if that doesn't. You wait and wait. And then all of it flops down, shatters...you look like a fool. Like a tiny Ant (Me) carrying a tiny piece of sugar (My dream), among a million other ants and it rains before you imagined and all your hard work is washed out and you are also washed out. But guess what? You still hope. Hope, that the rain that destroyed you and your dream leads you to a huge grain barn waiting to be infested and used. And that again becomes a dream. And you start hoping and start living it now and thinking that this one will come true, you start moving ahead.

You take a turn, smiling and face a huge big black hungry beetle(depression, competition) who starts eating you and your dreams while you only looked for food, shelter , company , clothing and friends and forgot about your enemies. You run. You run for life. Somehow all the other problems of life appeared like dust carried by the wind. One of your ant fellow mate gets trampled by one of the legs of the same beetle and another co-mate is eaten up. Another is struggling to survive. You look to see and wait to think. You go forward to help but you know that there’s no guarantee that you’ll come back alive. You still go. You don’t help but beat up the big beetle, beat it hard with a log of wood. You take out all your anger. You don’t reach and neither do you win. But then seeing you, other ants help. And pull the beetle down, but together. And you wonder if you did this earlier you wouldn’t have lost out on other ants and that’s the first time you thought about other ants. And you realize that thinking this way your problems are quite less. At least you lived to make some more problems and dream some more. The ants who saw you offer help, now offer food, shelter, clothing, security and a new mate…everything’s fine now…everything’s good. Comfortable. You are even reproducing now. So you go back to your earlier dream...Hoping that happens. Now you want all of it. You grow in greed. Dissatisfied. Not content. Angry.

You, think, yes this did happened. Fine .but why not that. You are not happy anymore.

  To be continued….