Yesterdays of the past

So many lessons learnt

So many stories to write about

So many yesterdays spent waiting for a tomorrow

And not a single 'today' to live?

A Man on my bed

The white bedsheet lies crumbled on the bed. The quilt placed unfolded on the corner.
The air-conditioner set at 22 degrees. The window pains are steamy and the fog outside blurs the vision​ outside. The ships sailing in the water look like locusts. 

​Black bodily hair lie scattered on the white bedsheet. The rectangular bed is placed in the middle of the room. 

And I m sitting on the floor. In the extreme corner of the room. Staring. Glancing. Wondering at the sight.  

I see a giant body lying upturned on my bed. A hairy brown big body....A body of a man.

A man with frizzy hair and unshaved cheeks. Drooling. Snoring. His curly eye lashes placed softly on the roughly folded pillow. His lower body wrapped in a thick cotton robe. His bare back fighting with the light falling from the windows. The cold air tip-toeing on his broad shoulders. The bed spread barely covering his folded leg.

A man is sleeping on my bed. And I am on this corner. Escaping the thoughts flocking around. 

How two worlds are created in an instance. One, when we create it instantly, without being a part of it.... and second, when we uproot it and still choose to be a part of it forever.

You are None

Probably the best part that Life rewards you with is when after putting you through various tests, it leaves you in a Timeline to give a pause and realize that….

‘You are none’

When it shows you that you’d not always be the current that sails in the middle of the sea nor the dying wave… as you are on the shore already.

When it picks you from plateaus and drops you in the deserts while crossing the rain forests.. it points out that you belong to not just one place.

When it makes you a child, a friend, a madman, a father, a creator, a failure, a predecessor and a successor simultaneously.. then suddenly a stranger one day. It indicates that you would not be under one label forever.  

‘You are, none. 
But, just You.
There is no You in this lifetime other than you.
And you have, only one lifetime, to be You.'

Freedom to Love

I see myself knit dreams 
Of You
Without You

I am illusioned 
With the presence 
Of Your absence  

I have presumed
To have the freedom to love You
Without seeking Your permission...

Was it You..

I question myself...

Was it me who loved you

or was it Love that loved me?