Her heart was beating uncontrollably. The thoughts made her smile.
She was incredibly excited and overwhelmed.
Her body was shivering, with the uncontrollable energy, she had exerted for the journey.
She was pale and blood was oozing out of her.
Some invisible hands were helping her stop bleeding and cleaning up.
She was totally absorbed in the excitement, her eyes searching for someone.
someone she was truly waiting for.
Someone who has transformed her in a second
Even if she was tired, uncontrollably happy that her body could not handle the happiness, her eyes waited
she was feeling cold, she wanted the warmth..held herself up on that not so comfy surface, eyes searching, she could hear a small tiny voice, but could not see what it looked like.
The seconds were killing her, all she wanted was a glimpse
Finally, her smiled before even her lips could put it up
And she was gifted at the very moment when they lay her baby girl in her arms all wrapped and cozy with her cute little face and incredibly small hands out of the wrap.
she was overjoyed, happier than ever, luckier than ever and wealthier too.
She kissed her lil one, fed her the first bite of welcome drink from her very own breasts feeling the powerfulness and the worthiness of being a mom and giving a new life.
The first touch of her angel on her bare chest with those tiny hands were giving her goosebumbs.
The joy was unexplainable, all she wanted was to cuddle with her angel, and never be out of her sight.
All her pain, discomfort, shy everything just vanished into thin air.
The smiling face of her angel and the feel of her lips on her while sucking the milk remained in her heart forever and ever.
Leaving her first stepping stone in motherhood, an imprint forever.
She felt like the moment she seems to decided silence, there was a battle going on in her mind, trying to convince that silence was never an answer. At times the words need to be out and left to be heard by others, else the conflicting words in the heart will remain there in total chaos. Silence kills her thoughts which are the catalysts of her emotions. The thought makes what she is now – convinced, confirmed and dedicated.
She silenced her decisions once she was determined to achieve.
She silenced her dreams, as it cannot be achieved.
She silenced her heart, as it was broken many times.
She silenced her feet, responsibilities, not to disturb other’s sleep.
She silenced herself to avoid being self-pitied.
At times the silence killed her soul, she was never what she wanted to be.
Overshadowed by the decisions of, fiddling in responsibilities, flying like new born bird who is trying to reach a branch while its initial flight.
Scared, lost, confused and hurt.
Yet she found the freedom of speech, a way to propagate her thoughts to reach the thousands who felt like her. Even though her lips never spoke, her voice was never head, her fingers moved and her words flew out into the blank pages.
She found the way to say and not to say. She was never silenced in her thoughts. Her thoughts were free and all she did was enjoyed the new found freedom of expression. To express or not to express was a choice, and to read and not to be read was another choice which she fought on her own.
A sprawling layer of tea plantations around her.
All she could see through the misty surroundings was the vast stretch of tea plants spread across the land in front of her. She stood amidst it watching the fog covering the plantations and circling her. She felt lost in the mist.
It was like a soul was embracing her. A soul from an infinity carrying the fragrance of a wonderful aroma from the far end and perfumed with the spices of the south. The smell was like a drug to her, she felt she was all carried away to the west somewhere far beyond her thoughts could go.
She felt the invisible hands cuddling her and whispering in her ears. A welcome song to the enormous world of nature.She felt the need to spread her wings like the butterfly out of its cocoon and fly away.
The invisible hands held her hands high up in the air, slowly lifting it as if it was asking her to fly .. and fly away. The hands were powerful, the force was a great push, she couldn’t resist the thought.She felt like being invaded by the soul from the far west.
The winds were strong enough to wipe her off her feet and take her away. She stood there watching the marvelous mist encapsulating her body. The view became blurred as if she was blinded by the mist.
But she was enjoying the soft layered mist around her.The ambiguity and the uncertainty were having the greatest gravitational pull than the real life which she already was living. She couldn’t resist the push from the invisible hands. She knew she cannot fly, as her wings were already cut off, but the dream to be on her own was leading her.
All she wanted was to be free.
Free from all the worldly possessions, be like a butterfly fly around from one flower to another. Spreading her eye-catching beautiful wings and fluttering around the gardens of love and just love ..kissing every flower blooming in the spring, playing with kids in the garden guiding them to the enchanting nature and one day perish herself in nature.
All she wanted was to be free from all the tangles.
Dreaming and being lost in her dreams was something she loved.
She felt her dream land was far better to be in.
She closed her eyes as if they were glued together to forget her space in the real world.
Even before she slipped into her sleep, she wanted to dream, she works on her imagination wheel, to stir the ride to her Utopia. The world where she wants to enter even with her eyes open.
The best thing about her world is, everything is perfect, dreamy covered in snow, rain, greenery, flowers everything that she was fond of. The dreamland she built when she was hardly too small to understand what a dream was.
The perfect land had marvelous giant green-clad mountains, enormous shady trees that give her shade as well as contains her favorite tree house. She loved tree houses. She wanted to live amidst the green leaves and witness the beauty of the world around her, from her comfy treehouse. She dreamt of it many times, when she would be sitting on the deck and witnessing the beautiful world she crafted on her own.
She loved the long walks in the garden of love, where everything bloomed when she smiled and the grass comforted her when she lay there, as if in her mother’s womb, warm and comfortable.
She was perfectly imperfect in the real world she felt, but here in her world, she was the princess. She played with butterflies and birds. She was never tired of her world.
When the real world gets her messed up, her dreamland brings her back to normal. She takes a walk in the alluring beauty for a while, caressing everything with her soft hands on the way. The path was endless.
She could sit hours and admire the glass house of the dew drops on the leaves, which was a spectacular combination of nature colors.She smiled at the dew drop, trying to find out her own reflection in it. The drops were too small to contain her. She wanted to love someone, who could contain her image in their eyes.
In her world, nobody asked her to be pretty, no one complained about anything, she could walk around like a free bird, be messy and dirty and do everything she ever loved.
It was time to move on, she knew she would be back here in a jiff. She bid a lovely goodbye in the hope to be back again as she closed her eyes.
It was the perfect time in the morning, where the whole world sleeps and she wakes up to her alarm.
It was time for some reality !!!