Write Up 11

Sat across the window stretching my sight as far as I can outside those rusted bars. Wondered what if, I was like that sky which is visible whenever looked upon. Never end and be beautiful with or without clouds, blue or grey be it night or day. Just look up and be there as far as one wanted. Occasionally showering while at times adding colors to show off how beautiful I can be. Just when everyone thinks I am getting dark, came out with my own beauty and sparkles. Sparkles that I made everyone look up atleast once and go awe. Wondered if I was just like the sky vast and up above and lowered my eyes.

Stuck my eyes on the tall standing tree and wondered what if I was one. Spreading my roots so deep that I stay strong no matter the storm or rain. Everytime someone tries to cut me, want to grow back again not just lay dead. With the changing seasons I may look down and dead but never out, all I wait for is a shower to make me green again. Be the shade that everyone longs for, send out romantic evening breeze. Keep spreading my roots silently and grow strong within. Heaved a big sigh to just adoring the tree standing tall.

Just then came a breeze caressing my cheeks and fluttering my hairs. I wondered and wish I was just like the breeze, invisible and free. Invisible so that I crossed walls, fences, borders and distance at will. Free to pick my time to blow, free to choose my speed to blow and free to rest as long or short I wanted to. Touch everyone on my way to add some smile, ignite some love and carry some fragrance along. Make the trees dance a little who must be tired standing alone all day. Just keep flowing wayward with nothing to lose and just keep walking tirelessly.

Should I be vast as sky or strong as the tree or the invisible yet cool breeze? While the mind just kept swaying between the three, came few droplets of rain on the rusted rails of my window. Took off the mind in the direction of the falling drops….

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  1. Awesome read.

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