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...

tunnel

The tunnel was cold, dark and wet... We ran to warm up our bodies ..

I felt cold water soaking the way in through my torn shoes..

On feeling my feet getting numb, I ran faster.

I heard her rhythmic foot steps keeping up behind me..

We, sound of our foot steps and our breaths filled the tunnel.

We ran out and dissolved in the bright light of mountains..

We saw Grossglockner standing there with the all knowing smile of an ancient mountain god..

We stood there holding our numb hands.

Dry lands and wet lands

I cried through the pangs of my purgation with tears filling my eyes and flowing through the dry lands of my existence, blooming thousands of sun flowers.
Tears withheld for long in the unseen corners of my masculinity, tears which never flowed for the love, loss and defeat.
Tears .. like magic goggles showed me pain, love and life which I always refused to see..
I saw souls with scars, beliefs and burdens around me.
On my shoulder I felt dry breaths of lives which are taken, lost and hidden.
I continued writing.