“Mundane unimportant days, I dream you!!”
“Mundane unimportant days, I dream you!!”
Disguised in the thoughtfulness,
I wake up to shameful taunts
Disguised in the forgetfulness,
I feel invalidated
Disguised in the sweet words for the world,
I see the burning hatred in eyes
Disguised in the disgust for me,
I hear the smirks and smiles
Disguised in finding me a new home,
I feel the tightening of the grip
Disguised in the busyness,
I find my dreams crushed and levelled
Disguised in the love,
I touch the height of hypocrisy
Disguised in the helplessness,
I share my tearful stains on pillows
Tell me, How do I love again?
“Hey there, sorry I could not return your book as I had to quit on short notice.Hope you don’t mind.Will get one when we meet back ” said one of my friends who didn’t bother to return the precious copy of one of my favourites book.
“Here is your book, it was a beautiful story.I know, I took ages to read it.”She handed my book which was damp, moulded, dog-eared and had loose pages. I cried a little in my heart when my colleague returned my book after months of reading.
That was the last straw in lending my books to anyone.Whenever in any conversation topics like favourite books, authors, quotes etc pops up I keep mum, though I have this urge to dig all the details about the same.Most of the folks who proclaim they read are not serious.Some among those serious readers don’t have the minimum-book-manners aka, keeping the book neat and tidy.As I can never say a lie and not lend a book I have with me and I am afraid to loose another favourite book or get a damaged one, I choose to ignore the conversation.
I maintain a very high set of standards when I buy a book.I never write anything on any book I buy, No, not even my name or date as some people do.I have this weird idea is that my book must be as fresh and new as it can be, always !!.This habit of mine has caused me a number of books I had lent over the years as I could not prove it to be mine.Another thing is that I never dog-ear any of my books.I tried keeping bookmarks but they could not keep up from being lost or pulled away.Instead, I memorise the page number before closing the book.And that gives me an extra thrill :D. A habit of mine is that when I read, I don’t open the book fully.I feel guilty that my opening up of the book completely might hurt the pages! Weird I know!!
Now, with the advent of Kindle, I am happy that none of my above worries will materialise, but somehow I miss the touch and a sense of completeness a hardcover or a paperback provides you with. Sigh!!
“How do you do that? “, she asked him in wonder.
“Do what?“,he looked at her quizzingly.
“You just said what I was about to say, the exact same words“, she exclaimed!!
“Oh that!!.Don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”
He then adjusted his voice and told me “I have this powerful weapon with me to make a connection with the soul of the every person I meet.It’s not their thoughts in the head or the words of their heart but the real murmur of the soul.” His charming laughter broke my thoughts.
“I am not ready, yet“, he said.
At that moment she knew, she had lost him forever.
“No, please don’t.Those are not the words my soul is trying to tell you.”,she murmured.
“So ? ” she asked.
“I think, no… I know, I have been a stupid to listen to my ego than my soul when it told me to hold on to you.Though I boasted about making a connection to people’s soul’s I could not connect to my own.I am sorry….I really am“, he said apologetically.
“Oh that’s okay, it happens“.She dismissed him.
She wondered if he could hear her soul now, after all these years…
In response to the Friday Reflections: “The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever.”
― Carroll Bryant
It has been quite some time since I had peeped into my nook here in blog world.After many ups and downs in recent months, today I am totally changed, as a person.I decided to start taking baby steps to grow the blog, because it’s the space I missed the most and share things that I love and admire and dislike as well. So wish me luck!! 🙂
Before you leave for the day here are some of the links from the web, enjoy…
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