Look what you left behind on your quest for nothing,
A door left ajar and a blackout
In the city and your eyes
Look how time flew through the eyes of the dead
Which lie in the snapshots
While once upon they still existed
Look how the furniture changed since pals left
Through the lives of the solitary
Who gallivanted about in the delicatessan
And chorused the bargain song with family
Look what the dead say
Shoulders of pricey cardigans are all worthless
Without the weight of someone's face
Whose presence you never regard
Until the sands of time fly him away
Time, which you cannot trace.
Look what the furniture says and listen meticulously,
It says , home is not far
And if a vestige of you ; you cannot find
Is lodged still in that shadow behind the door left ajar.

In the silent auditorium of the silent city
Two sauntering steps were seen
According to the birdies they were,
Shivering in seventeen.
But the painter's painting was only black
Until two sauntering steps were on stage,
Starlight like diamonds on ballerina pumps
Was the only colour he added to the image.
You see how a mere touch of twinkle
Can add beauty upon;
From everything that's black,
He knows; a new star is born.

The words fell like sugar cubes
That nana adds to her tea
In abundance ;captivating with a perennial charm
Blending in as they found snug in its arms.
And to me, it is strange yet satiating
An endless rhapsody.
Then I wonder,
What if our words to one another were also  melded,
With the right proportion of sweetness?
There will be no war ,no weapons the only option
Just words.
As solacing as nana's tea;
Sometimes I wonder.

No mom as you said , I donot cry for sympathy. I wish I could tell you what kills my soul so slow that I don't know. No mom as you said, I donot cry for attention. I cry not willingly, I cry because I see through my heart.  And I don't know what's wrong and right or whether there are people like me, but when there is noone ,there are only tears.

December beckoned to me while half winter darkened the night sky to augment the starlight. "So it's time for a new time again. If you were  to take something along, what would it be?" he mumbled. I said "Yes, any minute now for us to stride towards January. It will be colder there but my mother's knitted cardigan has more warmth than warmth."  He wanted to ask much but the surfacing discomfort somehow restricted him. But at last I spoke like the Christmas fall, " We are so accustomed to moving now from one year to the other like nomads that there are somethings we take along while other have to be simply left back. I wish I could carry every morning which changed to night and every stranger who went out of sight, I wish I could carry the speck of dirt which hugged my clothes while a car passing by ran through a puddle, I wish I could carry the endless melodies we chorused, the last smile on every one's faces  in candid snapshots. The stark reality is that I cannot. Noone can. But I wish the same things arrive in newness , so again I will to cling to them by the end of another December, like another home. " "Anyway let's blow the candles, it's midnight ", a voice from the side interrupted.  And then there was silence.

These days of cold surrender when the environment wraps me in its weather and I obediently follow its instructions. These are the days of chilling mornings with perpetual shivering in the lips, too frozen to get a word out of me and too warm to keep all that I want to say inside. Safe ,with a quilt on. Eyes lowered , cantering down for a lecture at school in sheer hope of you lending a helping hand to stop the insane movement and say" Rest now".

Every chapter has to end. Today or tomorrow. If you cannot finish it, destiny will finish it for you. Being rebellious would only hurt you here. Let the page turn after there is a full stop. You can go back to the previous page but only for memories, not for life. Letting go simply means you cherish what you had but there is enough courage in you to seek better. If you don't believe what I say, think of a favorite novel, genre mystery, did you find the secret on the very first page? I found it when I moved on.