Gone with the water

It was a matter of few minutes, when the flames engulfed her in its arms. The purity and charm that had cast a magical spell on everything around her disappeared, leaving a large vaccum. The word, ‘Life,’ now ceased to exist for her and became a memory for her near and dear ones. No, not memory, rather memories because she used to spread love in a way which would never erase from anybody’s mind.

Her son, whom she believed was the only source of happiness and a medium to express her grief was numb as he saw her lifeless body. He carried the pain of her non-existence for 3 years, but that day torn him apart. The inconsolable mind was curious to find a source of relief, but time and again it was transported back to those moments it passed in love and care. He couldn’t hold it for long as tears rolled down his eyes thus helping him to vent out his emotions.

And then came the final time to bid adieu.

 

There was nothing. Only a few ashes were left. Ashes that had no meaning now; they flowed away with water leaving behind ripples of pain.   

Closed Eyes

I see the world in gray and white when I close my eyes. Thoughts from the past surface and pull me towards them. Episodes of life again surprise me, sometimes shock me. The characters in the episodes  are different, confusing and difficult to relate. Once, I saw my cousin cuddling like a baby in my arms, but when I woke up, I realized that he is all grown up now.  Closed eyes, they take you to a world that will never come across in real life.

Image source: Frankbarker Photography
 

 

When the world makes noise in my mind, I let those eyelids down, bent my head against the soft cushion of my bed and let the moment pass by. The thoughts, they slowly calm down like the waves of the sea and reach the shores of silent.

I plug in the earphones and relax with closed eyes. The thoughts that play hide and seek throughout the day in my mind finally settle down and form a creative chain that either results in a poem or the thought behind my next project.

Memories of the bygone era

Somewhere in Esplanade, Kolkata, is this place that is away from the usual humdrum of life. The picture was taken on the first day of the year. When the world was busy celebrating the arrival of yet another year, this place still stood silent witnessing life passing by. They might not have crackers to celebrate or an instrument to play, but they have memories. Colourful memories that bring back the ever refreshing moments of the bygone era that are framed in their minds forever.