My fairies

They came first time in a cool December morning, when I was snuggling myself back to the bed of laziness, enjoying the sacred ennui..

Grandma's little angel, who used to fly through the invisible crosses around my bed kissed my eyes and dissolved in the cold air that day..

Leaving me to the fairies..

They warmed me with their smooth skin .. They winked and told me their secrets.

They stroked me with their soft small fingers over the goosebumps gifted by the first rain of monsoon.

One day I realized that they are making my dreams come true.

But my boundless dreams started to shrink down to the borders of reality..

Today, I am sitting here wondering in this dry early morning, which is trying to weave its thread through the night sky.

A am I living my dreams? or do these dreams live through me?

Fairies are flying all around me in sacred silence.

My passion .. my laziness .. my purgation.. my sin ..my pride ..my fear ..my love .. my hunger..

My fairies...