Through And Throughout

When I speak, I speak for an honorary time when long summer vacations and summer camps weren't a thing, at least in the small town we lived back in {which isn't the same anymore}. We all craved comfort in the arms of each other. When we were free from the worries of the so-called modern world. When subtle little things gave us moments to remember forever. My summers used to be very special and whenever I guess I feel sad I look back at that time to get cheered up. Me and my grandmother we used to spend a hell lot of time together. Summers and their vacation, it was a time to just sit back and play and study a lil bit because of holiday's homework, which by the way was mostly done in the last few days and mostly by our mums! But that scorching heat of the sun carried some special and exceptional memories. When "special" the word wasn't traded with expensive gifts or some hopelessly crazy stuff, but those little things which we cared about are now unforgetta...

I wonder what the last man on earth would feel like, When he will be alone and can never feel a human. Every secret and every dream of his will stay untold forever; When there will be no signs of humanity nearby still he will be calm and relaxed. Alone and unaided he will sing his quest. The world that disappointed once, Will end all its marvels to him. He won't be scared of being judged, He will be perplexed yet peaceful. Every adversity that once seemed to him like the end of his world would now give his world a new meaning. He won't have to change according to the circumstances, He could even stay the same by changing. He won't be held captive by thoughts of others. There won't be a society to intrude. His story will be left unheard, His voice will be confined to his self forever. His death will mark the end of an era. There won't be anyone else left to bury him even. He won't have any more words to speak. Where he wouldn't  have ...

Audio of Hindi recording.  The nightingale of summer slept peacefully in the arms of winter. Every ounce of skin bloomed into the roses on its graveyard. Two ghosts lived in that home, one lived in the spirit of being and the other lived in the soul of love. Last time I went to that cemetery, tears poured the myth of the legend. It was then I realized God picked the most beautiful flower from the lawn of humanity. How to Unlove the person we've loved ? How to undo the things all done? It's not possible to do all these things again, the justice we do to ourselves is by staying constant and keeping those memories alive rather than forgetting them.  Every emotion, every memory that seemed happy at first comes back haunting and giving a great deal of trauma. Unlocking the darkest realms of your minds, space we never wanted to visit. The traits of being will always flow within us just have to snatch the right proportion of emotions. The gift of being will be soon...

The process to heal, Isn't it tough to deal? Heart-wrenching vows and divisions to go through. When the sky turns grey and the nights are without any hue. It is hard everywhere, believe me, you are not alone. Every diamond, every gem was once a stone. Aren't you the same old kid who believed in fables and tales? Trust me, what you do will not end or make you fail.  They said all our shattered wings we drove once, will become our scars. Making our lives sound like a story and our fantasies resting in the stars. Life isn't a Disney movie, you will have to hustle.  Like a wind from the far seas which near earthly soil rustles.  The universe has a story, and you have too.  So just dance amongst the stars and let the sky turn blue.  Listen, your problems might not be real.  This world is a hoax, they purposely make you crucial. Enjoying the present, let's keep aside our past.  People even say that first impressions are the last....