Red, purple, blue, green, and yellow

Today, I saw few butterflies flying around the room.

Butterflies of all the colours, spreading joy in their wings

Red, purple, blue, green, and yellow

Their flight was so pulchritudinous and alluring!

Flying up, they were talking their own stories and laughing on their jokes;

Didn’t stop to notice someone noticing them fly with amusement.

Their colours were so magical, that anyone would lose their mind in them.

Red, purple, blue, green, and yellow

The magnificent Red one, in the middle of its gossip, looked at me.

The purple one created magic in its look – the look that worth more than money.

The ‘yoyo dude’ blue one was the youth of the group I guessed.

And the green had balanced thoughts which I could say when it glimpsed at me.

The ‘smiling princess’ yellow adorned its wings with wisdom and joy.

They were different in colour yet their flight was with joy and togetherness.
Red, purple, blue, green, and yellow

All the butterflies were foxy and all of them were mesmerising.

I bet nobody would stop looking at them

For, they were colourful and lovely.

Red, purple, blue, green, and yellow

Yes, I was starring at the plain walls.

Yes, there were no butterflies at all.

Yes, I was google-ing over the internet surfing the meaning for colours.

Red, purple, blue, green, and yellow

And this is what boredom brings to us.

MY DARK ROOM

I shut myself in a room of darkness.

I was so scared of the outside world,

That, I had shut myself in a room of darkness.

I was tired of the accidents that I met and wound that I got,

So I did shut myself into this room of darkness.

I then wanted to get back and started pull myself to normal,

But I found myself chained in the room of darkness and the keys lost.

I craved for candlelight in the room,

For I was locked in this room of darkness.

Suddenly, rays of sun light filled the room.

It broke the doors of the room of darkness and came in just for me,

It unchained me and held me tight, giving me more than what I wanted.

I was so happy for the light that I was jumping and singing.

Though I really love this light, for that it came only for my smile,

I was reluctant to it.

Though I loved that this light gave me back myself,

I preferred to go back my room of darkness.

I chained my arms and locked myself again in this room of darkness.

Now, I am thinking from this room of darkness,

Am I afraid of the outside getting hurt again?

No, I am not a coward.

Am I so used to the dark?

No, I am scared of it.

Then why am I locking myself into it?

Am I a fool?

But, I am still shut in this room of darkness.

What makes a day the best one

It is awesome when something we desire happens the same way. Today afternoon as I was going through the pictures in my phone to find a good wallpaper, I found a picture where a little girl was enjoying the rain. I felt, “I wish it rains today. Sigh. But the sun seemed as if he was really angry today. Hmmm” And then goes this story.

There was this ‘we’ innocent little friends (‘innocent’, ‘little’ are used for a dramatic effect. The ‘we’ and ‘innocent little’ will never go along :P) who came out of a hall after their work. The ‘we’ couldn’t see anything but rain. The downpour was heavy H-E-A-V-Y that for once they thought they had gone blind. And from that ‘we’ there was one cute girl (yeah it’s me :P) who wished that it would rain and who will always be delighted to play in the rain. The cute girl was so excited that she could hear her favourite song from the BGM (again a dramatization. The music was her phone ringing). She was very excited, like EXCITED as if India won the ICC world cup again. But, BUT the cute girl wasn’t able to get into the rain as she wore a beautiful white dress looking like an angel (this is not dramatization :P).

The innocent little friends waited long for the rain to go away (they really didn’t want it to happen as they were mesmerized with the rain’s beauty). Finally they gave up as they knew that their parents would be worried and started home (they actually wanted to get wet in the rain :P). So the cute girl along with the sweet girl and the naughty girl (they are the other friends of the ‘we’) got into the vehicle (triples we went. In emergency cases traffic rules don’t give us a choice) and they found the road missing (found missing. Hehe. I am falling in love with the language now :P). The city looked like it just healed from a heavy flood. Another water water everywhere experience (to read the first one, you have to go down the blog).

The rain was so hard that we felt it was not rainfall but pinfall; the thunder and the lightening seemed to have a big fight with each other; the vehicle’s break suddenly became too adamant to work. Splashing water from the road, poking rainfall, breakless vehicle, blindfolded us- no one would call it their best day. But to the ‘we’, it was the best day. The fun that they had during that ride, they’ll never forget- silly comments, dirty jokes, irrelevant gossips, meaningless laughs, stupid little fights and the most desirable rain- made their day the best.

Thus the story ended like a fairy tale- HAPPY ENDING. I will say that this is the best rainfall I ever had in my life along with my dearest buddies. Maybe as I am writing this, even my friends are talking about their best rainfall to their parents now. With friends even the worst experience of life becomes the most cherishing one ever. That are the ones who make a day the best one. Love you girls :)

I spoke to the sun

Once I saw the sun rising between two buildings,

I looked at him shining with all its glory, giving light to people in darkness.

He looked at me back and asked “Why are you shining so much today?”

Maybe he hasn’t seen me before, or did I really have a new shine in me then?

I smiled. I knew the answer.  He smiled. Cuz even he knew it.

I told with pride that its cuz I have my friend.

So the sun asked “What is it like to have a friend?”

I said, having a friend is the best thing that could ever happen in anyone's life.

Friendship is like walking on seashore during sunset teasing each other and holding her hand, feeling secured that she will be there even when others fail.

Friendship is like jumping into the water, mostly pushed into, where the moments of fear will vanish when she jumps after.

Friendship is like sitting next to her in classroom, still texting each other, just because the smile we get on our face when we read those meaningless texts after we get back home.

Friendship is like the emotion you get when anyone asks her for an extra pen, she gives them the third one, keeping the second one for you.

Friendship is when she is ready to take even three of us in her vehicle, though I have a vehicle, jus because she doesn’t want to leave me alone for few seconds too.

Friendship is like a block in a jigsaw, without which your puzzle of life can never be solved.

The sun smiled at me and said, “Now I see why I saw you brighter than myself this morning!”

I turned to my side, my friend was holding my hand. We smiled at the sun back and left.