Twenty 4 - Hours!

I do not ask, unless you question. I do not tell, unless you start. You won’t know me until you are around. I am not bothered many a times if no one is around. It is a peaceful state; think for yourself, holding a cup of coffee, lost in thoughts which you try to evade. Confused as it may seem, my life is dull, I still do not want anyone by my side, I cry with no tears... with eyes so blank and with speech so subtle. You have to know me well to realize this. I do not need attention, something I hate. I do not want you to tell me what is right and what is not. I want you to stay right next to me, that is all is required. I have a million thoughts running through my head starting "what if". Many I cannot understand why, some I leave for time to heal. I write so many stories about me, you and the others when I am down in the drain waiting for someone to pull me up. I do not wait too long though, I am up even before you realize that I am not alright. I d

I was born somewhere in the summer in a place I recognize because of my parents. My mother told me that I had a father who has gone to prove to the world what he is, at least that is what he thought. I did not see father for a long time but when he came back, he was hurt, so badly, that after a week, he died. He could not stop the pain. It took his life. I am a boy; I was made to carry loads, from places to places which I did not recognize without my owner. He always told me what to do. Sometimes, it had me thinking, “Why am I listening to him?” My mother tells me, you get food, shelter and a person you can depend on. “Why?” did not go away from my mind and he keeps hitting me so hard that it hurts all day. When I was a little taller, my mother sent me with the lord once to learn the "skills" but I told her, I wanted to be with her. She said “There is nothing I can do child”. The owner spoke in a language I did not understand, and he poked me all day with a stick making me

When you are sleepy, even your hand won't listen. A flick of the eye, takes more than two seconds. You can try to sleep while you try not to slip, Even though your eyes are red as hell. Sometimes, you feel like crying, The shadow so deep, the brain starts to ponder. You suddenly start prioritizing but you can't. You are stuck with a job so interesting, You forget to spell your name. You can feel the fan in ceiling, making a noise that sounds like a lullaby. The bed, never so warm and the pillow wonderfully fluffy. If I ask you now, you can sleep without any luxury, While travelling or in the couch or any place you can imagine. The goal still remains, for the eyes to flick more than two seconds. Wishfully dreaming while I wrote this! Goodnight!