the apparition

stopped coming to my dreams, the lighted lampposts started dimming and the sound of footsteps started coming from the street. i know not, whether it was an indication of a new dawn, a new beginning or a lost soul, wandering around, the footsteps that i could still hear, few lost words in the general humming around. the restlessness cease to hount me and boredom had its grip so tight that i almost felt suffocating, the kind of suffocation you feel when everything smells the same around you and you loose the hope of seeing any new occurances of amusing wizardry, the king of suffocation that you fell when you are surrounded by a thousand mirrors and see yourself all around and still knowing that it is not you. you can hear the sound of time ticking away and the racing heart coming to a stop, or evaporate like spirits dropping on your palm, without a sizzle, without any noise.

the apparition stopped coming ot my dreams, as it had warned me so, but i never believed as i had never believed that it was an apparition after all.

the purple dust settled on her feathers and her lovely fish eyes, her voice breaking the silence as if a tray of twinkling wine glasses just hit the floor and her footfalls coming like hustling of wind chimes. the wind chimes lay still near the window, no morning breeze ever cares to pay her a visit anymore, nor are the gusts in the afternoon able to move them. the purple dust blew away and so she disappeared. she had warned me, but i would never believe her. the apparition stopped coming to my dreams.

..a normal day at office

"hello!" a voice said behind my back. "hello!" i greeted back without turning my head. thump! came the sound of the bag which she dumped on her desk. i looked through the corner of my left eye, without turning my head, still pretending to be deeply engrossed with the stuff on my monitor.

She started off with the morning ritual she performs everyday, touching the invisible feet of idols kept on the right corner of her cubicle, adjusting the fone among other things which is kept on the left, taking out her notebook and placing it at the center, fixing a few cables and dragging her chair to the right place and finally dumping herself into it with a sigh!. By this time, my eyes rolled back to the screen in front of me and i wait for one of us to break the silence. mostly it is she, asking me to look at some forwarded emaiil which is supposed to be good or funny in general sense. most of them are ok and a few horrible.

but i was not waiting for all this. aha! it came now. first sneeze of the day, followed by a burst of incessant sneezes which i never tried to keep count of. i just imagine all the tiny particles swarming in the air all around, creating a musky cloud which grows bigger as the day advances. i imagine the beautiful butterfly princess who moved around her garden with butterflies surrounding her wherever she goes. probably a slight deviation here.

arms wide open

oh..what dreamy eyes...like the twinkling of the sky on a cloudless night..filled with all the thoughts i like to hear but never a word which i could hear...those lips quevering like a branch on the old mountain tree..shaken..stirred by the rusty winds...a sweet smell of the last evening's perfume that you had put on...and the tears rolling down your eyes..oh yes..it had rained last night and the droplets on the leaves are falling down..slowly so ever...it could contain no longer...never so free...never so careless...never in despair and never without words on your lips...you dont need a shoulder to hide them...you dont need ears to listen to your words...like a whisper it spreads...and so has it shaken me...and never so before had i dreamt of you...and never the thought of having you by my side left me for a moment...you know where are the eyes all looking for you...you know where the arms are still wide open...still hoping...some day they will be filled