two

1.
Sometimes the world seems so beautiful  in its happiness ...in its sadness ..saturated with feelings..turning of  history...the century old instincts of man ....so bright in its sunlight..so compassionate in its shadows .....
that not being able to share it with anyone is such a pain....such a pride....such a restlessness....

There are other moments too..when you want to be alone....not met anyone.."don't give me the eyes"...your face heavy....your identity confused.....your ego hurt....self esteem low....

and it keeps rotating between these highs and lows..for me.....and i am always living in these moments...the other moments are just ignored  as dull ....uninspiring....

And i don't know if that's okay...


2.
There was always a  war going on the beach.

There was a lonely boatman always on the water on his lonely boat thinking how wise he was and how mature not to have participated . in such meaningless wars.

Then one night he felt envious of all the life on the beach...he felt he was as good as dead...

He got drunk and took a sword and landed on the beach and declared " I want to fight"

Someone asked "On whose side?"

"Any side"

Someone came forward and pierced his heart with a knife saying " We don't need any lunatics".

Then he woke up and realized that he had been dreaming. Devising this story in his mind for long .....he realized he was neither the lonely boatman nor one of  the warring tribes....he was the dream of the boatman of the tribe...and the dream of the tribe of the boatman.....

and his shirt was indeed stained with blood....


(only if life cud pass on these whims...lol)