The Golden Streets Of Mysore

-

The senile street poles that speak of silver light, sparkling on me, like the magical creatures that flash through my eyes greeting me in my dreams..

The shadows cast on the road, telling me I'm not the only one left behind. 

The smiling constellation making me wish for a shooting star. 

The old lonesome tree with its weeping leaves held together by its brave branches assuring me I'm not alone.

The meandering tone of a familiar song causing quiver to my bones.

The baby plant enclosing my heart in its bushiness..

The rustling sand struggling to breathe under the tyres of a ferocious modern bus, spilling out dust, sinking into a pool of glitter on a pavement, spelling love. 

A young girl sitting beside a pale, glass window, staring into the night, her mind clicking pictures of little things, her brain making notes of each and every moment as it passes by, her pupils refusing to meet any other soul.. 

The wind splashing her hair through her face, begging her not to leave as it beholds her fading into a different, yet another mysterious memory.

27/11/2017🦋

Comments

  1. The Moon's BOYFRIEND October 15, 2021 at 11:05 AM

    It's like you wanna go... but you are scared,you still want to tho... more than your fears, so your mind keeps following the beauty around you,feeling everything... and... ig ik this girl who sits by the window, she sounds a lot like Selene.

    ReplyDelete
  2. ChelseaOctober 15, 2021 at 11:44 AM

    💯

    ReplyDelete
  3. ChelseaOctober 15, 2021 at 11:45 AM

    Bring it out girl !....waiting 4 more...

    ReplyDelete
  4. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 15, 2021 at 9:03 PM

    So many entities for company and yet the young girl's heart is yearning for something else.

    Great verse.

    ReplyDelete
  5. UnknownOctober 15, 2021 at 11:08 PM

    Keep going.....

    ReplyDelete
  6. Pooja MahimkarNovember 26, 2021 at 9:35 PM

    This is so beautifully written!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Oyasumi Punpun

-
Image
Manga review Long, lonely lanes are all I see while I walk home to Punpun. I open the manga, flip the pages, see familiar faces stare into my soul. The air is stiffening, oh, so is my heart, as Punpun lies in his tub pondering over existence. Had I been the mangaka, I'd've colored him blue. He'd be soaring heights without the aid of the sky. I fell asleep trying to connect the stars of a constellation that he loves. I heard him whisper, "What's the point?" Or was it the echo of my own screams? How I wish he was real. I'd have a twin. Everyone would. 'cause Punpun is me. Punpun is you. Punpun is every single one of us in our rawest forms. Oyasumi, Punpun.   Oyasumi Punpun  is a manga written and illustrated by Inio Asano covering themes like depression, loneliness, and the absurdity of life.    
Read more

Mef

-
Image
  Sweeping my head to find the best memory only to fail miserably and realize that you dwell in my heart. Mef my F.R.I.E.N.D from forever-land   Funky with  a bright brain that loves the rain and a soul that leans to the moon spreading the same light on a dark day. A solid storyteller who only speaks the language of love and types tales  of kindness into who knows how many minds... Apologies and arigatos for your willingness to be McQueen  when my dramatic self goes on a Mater track or to be Kageyama when my inner Hinata acts up. May every flower dance with you while you make sakuras bloom for me and I sing these lines. 
Read more

Cocoon

-
Micro poetry  I envy my future self that will rise  from the ashes  of a past torched by  the spark  of vindication I ignited inside me. As of now,  I am content being in this cocoon  of grey, black  and white that I created for me. Both of which keeps me away from my present self that befriends lies and contempt to survive. This post is a part of  Blogchatter WAPAD #writeapageaday challenge.
Read more