I can see at night

In a corner she sat quietly.Whimpering
The sun rays streamed in through the ceiling slats.The kid whimpered too looking for it's mother.The door was locked...there was some light and warmth but it was soon fading out.
As the dimness set in the whimpering stopped.The world became dark and then it started to glow.The girl raised her head wondrously at the gleaming sky....the mist seeped in and whiffed past her.She sneezed breaking the silence and laughed out aloud.The kid came and rubbed itself against her leg.She picked him up and sat herself on the hay..thinking .

The clouds seemed to form myriad shapes.There was mamma, there was the cottage and there he dissappeared ....Papa was whistling aloud and then there was the fragrance of her garden agleam with dew drops settled on every inch of vegetation.

She was smiling to herself when the bolts snapped open .She heard footsteps.She cowered into a corner and hid herself atop the hay senseless forgetting to put the hay over herself.Nothing happened .She opened her eyes, the door was open, there was no one.She tittered out .Her face was blank .. she was lost and disoriented .Then the world came back to her.She blinked her eyes and everything came alive.She walked back inside.The door was bolted and then came the sunrise.She lost the world again.. hoping it would come alive again at night...darkness was familiar.. it would come soon .. it always did

Plausible is impossible

.You want to be here and you want to be there Life just seems to be a snare.You want to be there for someone and yet you don't.You know everything and you don't want to know anything.. yet you can't survive without knowing.You want something to happen but know nothing can.Whats the use ... the whole irony thing gets to you.

Wanting to do something and yet not wanting to do certain things.Feeling the pressure of things around you and knowing it very well, accepting it's influence to non justify your behaviour driven by what's happening to other people around you.It's a wonder not to be a part of the main trend.. do everything that people your age do.. There is no handicap and yet there is .It's just not tangible but also the mindset.. is it?? No wonder it doesn't make sense even to me.

The process is repetitive You satnd out ... you dissappear.. you think you've changed but everything remains the same .There is consistency and there are new things which you try to grapple with, sounding sure but being unsure.No one understands and you feel you are over expressing your emotions.. thinking it is kind of insecurity or ADD blaming it on you or othera. does it really matter.

The fact is even plausible is impossible some days and the impossible is possible only in parables and dreams......Music is the culprit for this post...

Frozen in time

Everything's still
I can hear meself breathe
The air hisses into a form
Stands still like frozen mist
As I stare into it

I breathe out again
Clench my eyes
and open them again
The form's a little different
The feel is the same
This time it doesn't dissappear
Stays frozen inplace
Hopefully till eternity
But i know the the sun
will scatter it
and the moment shall come again
ah yes to be dissolved again

For .... some things never change