Tell-a-Tale.....

It can't come true, so I've put my dreams on hold but i can run through the sheets of grass, icy, cold. I am sleeping but my mind's still awake,  so let's just keep it till tomorrow, You did come here but there's nothing to take,  what's the use of drowning yourself in sorrow.. Now i'm running wild through the lush green meadows, walking and wandering down with the stream. It's like I'm still chasing the shadows, about time i wanna wake up from this dream.. I dug my nails through my heart, to get you out of it, you are already out of my sight, i'm tearing you away now bit by bit.. I drew some lines on the sand,  hoping for it not to be ceased by the waves, the pains given won't be easily mend,  the feeling were but inside the darkest deepest caves.. Spare me with all the gory details for I was killed a thousand times.. Don't try to come back as of now, I'm dealing.. I can't speak of it, don&

I was stuck, stuck for more than a year. It seemed like eons. Writing was one of those things that came to me naturally. Just like breathing. I adored this habit of mine. But it was different now. I struggled, battled with myself every day to come up with just one paragraph. It was as if my brain was unable to decipher the code of words. It was impossible, like a distant dream for me at that moment. And I knew the reason, reason for this catastrophe, this disaster, this block. I started quite early, on my 10 th  birthday my mother had presented me with a beautiful diary with other usual knick-knacks of presents. I was very fascinated with this atypical thing amidst all my wrapped goodies for my special day. Asking her with a zealous tone I was told that it was a book which would be my friend. No questions asked or no doubting games. Too young to grasp the essence of it, I kept it just as a token of love from my mother showing it off to my friends or occasionally doodling in it. Bu

Sun seemed to be having an awfully bad temper today. So was to be the mood of hers. She woke up with a searing headache. The sunny summers were hopefully not going to do any good to her. She wanted it to be dark, cloudy, and rainy even but not all the light! She woke up sweaty and thirsty. Thankfully it was a weekend. She would have hated it even more if she had to drag herself to the office at 9.30 in the morning. Sitting upright on her bed and massaging her forehead she first checked her cell phone. Five missed calls and two texts. Someone must have been trying hard to reach her. She first checked the calls. All were from her friends. Next opening her inbox she found another one from her gal-pal asking her if she had woken up and was she suffering from any hangover from last night. That reminded her of all the wine and weeping yesterday night with her friend. And so the reason of this pain. There was another message, from somebody she used to know. But she left it unread like ever

It was almost seven years now. Everyone must have been changed since that day. I remember it was raining. Raining cats and dogs. The dark morose clouds were hiding all the light behind its large shoulders. Even the mighty sun had to bow down to these clouds. I opened my eyes slowly to see behind the curtains at the weather and in to that memory. ....We, we were unstoppable! Treading down the muddy roads, sharing that only umbrella among the 6 of us. Giggling and passing by some people who were trying hard to shield themselves from the shower. It had always been like this. Never caring about anything or anyone, just being with one another in any situation. The mini screams we were making made the people look back at us from their speeding cars. The ruckus even alarmed the traffic police and he whistled at us to stop distracting the crowd. But how could we halt. It was the last day we were meeting after all. Life was going to change after this last time .... Life had actually chan