The Flight of A Butterfly

A s I flip through the albums in the closet, A wave of memories hits me. I am reminded of the days gone by Days of innocence and joy. What fun it was, going to school Bringing back just homework, not suppressed anger Oh what fun it was playing in the neighbourhood Coming home with scrapped knees and elbows, Not emotional injuries that cut through the heart Celebrating the rain, not cursing the traffic. Climbing the trees just to see what the world from above looks like. A cricket match in your area... Held more promise than the stock market. The Mickey Mouse watch gifted by your friends is always more special than Rado and Rolex….. Where maturity didn’t come in the way of living your heart out. The summer hols, with cousins and friends. The afternoons had no time for boredom. Full of cartoons, books and ice creams and toys, And huge fandoms Power Rangers and Ben 10. Trading cards of WWE, and Pokemon. Delightful; in the truest sense of the word. The birt...

There comes a time in your life..... When you are lonely. So lonely that you start fantasising things. You dream about things the way they can never be. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either. People mistake your words for arrogance. People mistake your silence for anger. And you feel, for a moment, to scream out loud. Ask everyone to shut the hell up. Please.  Don't tell me that I am lucky. Tell me to how to face my demons. Don't remind me what I have, help me get better. Being content isn't a sign of moving forward. Please. Before you accuse me of being indifferent,  step into my shoes first. Understand that times haven't been kind to me...... I have been in places where I don't fit in. I have experienced things which are not exactly pleasant. My beliefs have been questioned, my ideals lie in peril. I have lost someone who loved me dearly. And at this moment...... I start wishing for someone. Anyone- a friend, a relative or a...