Random!

● I see so many stars today.

All of them blinking and shining.

Maybe because I am keenly seeing the sky.

I see Orion's Belt and a Pole Star too.

Thought of capturing but unfortunately android camera:) 

Then thought of catching, combining and expressing in words as they have drifted away for many months.

Maybe because I was extra keen in searching tactics to escape away from them...

Afraiding what if they confront me when someone asks why won't I write nowadays.

I look at the sky and now I wish to see a falling star.

How cruel of me to ask for a sparkling star 

(I know those are tiny meteoroids) 

to fall just so I feel the surreality of that particular filmy moment.

I come look back in notes after having dinner to complete this writeup.

Didn't want this one to stay in drafts like remaining fifteen.

I stare again at the sky (to get back those vibes you know just in case)

I decide to write on stars and words.

How so many of them lead to beautiful galaxies..

How stars aren't noticeable if there isn't a dark sky and how adoration of words isn't possible in absence of feelings... 

How innumerable stars were waiting for their presence to be graced by the moon and how words wanted themselves to flaunt whenever a human wanted to create something out of them... 

How mere existence of both makes me happy.

Gave a lot of thought, a lot of grammar and didn't betray words this time.

Both- stars and my words are shining brightly today. 

●Why do poets write about rain-

Or about betrayal and love stories in rain?

Why is it so that it rains 

and we always associate it 

with people, things and memories?

Why those huge black clouds, the thunder and lightening scares and remembers us 

of all our bad times?

But no sooner it rains how those frowns turn into smiles, delightfully looking towards the sky?

The roads through the ghats feel so dull and boring in summers;

But how after rain transformation on their both sides soothes us?

Rains have always been special to me. I always feel that pours bring joy, prosperity and hopes..

There are many out there who hate rains,

talking about the mess created by floods, puddles, water droughts and what not!

But here's a reminder to them that just like your every cliche caption for photos you post of skies-

No pains, no gains

No rainbows if no rains:)

●There's a myth that we all come in halves 

and are meant to be for other halves who're destined for us.

I always questioned how and when we'll meet our other half and what if we never met ?

There are days when I struggle to prove myself when considered weak.

I see myself in mirror, try to smile but tears come rolling down.

I try to encourage, acknowledge, appreciate my reflection.

Sounds pathetic yet it soothes me..

And now,

As many times I stand in front of mirror, I believe that my other half is in the mirror itself because 'I am not half'.

●A dark black canvas of emptiness around

With some strokes of thoughts rushing down,

For a while, positive and encouraging, 

But next moment, negative and discouraging-

Just like how warm and cool colours smoothly complementing..

You stop at a point, with a sigh of relief;

But then doubt it and shook head in disbelief..

The cycle repeats and layers get added,

You won't try to repair and call it an 'abstract' instead..

The guilt of being spoilsport hitting with you losing the track,

No repairs to the art and you paint the canvas again into black !