The journey

 I needed the journey 

I missed the road

The feeling of being lost, totally lost….

In these few days, my looks wont matter, my obligations can be forgotten, my worries and fears will give me a break, May be even my ego will dwarf a little bit. 

I’m there, totally there…..

Immersed in the moment, passing along the paths that were carved by thousands and thousands of travelers. 

My breaths merge with theirs, and my tiny stories find their place in the huge and rich mosaic of all the passers by

Lonely? Never alone? Not even a single moment. I carry my beloved with me, they guard me, I even see their faces reflected on other people, the strangers whom we will never meet again. 

I needed the journey

I missed the road 

I longed to meet me again 

Your silence

                            

 They say some men are gifted with words, but you are gifted with silence. Your silence, what a mixture of wisdom, indifference and aggression! May be it’s your way to stop the marching  of my already defeated army.
 I know that I should surrender, I should have surrendered more than a decade ago. Yet the half hero that I failed to be, became addicted to grief, pain and despair. Is my salvation tied to your presence or disappearance, your words or silence?
Am I destined to decipher your silence, calculate the long, boring  and humiliating intervals between your few words?
You refused the throne, the crown and all the praise I could say, you refused everything but kept that strong mysterious thread of silence. 

Here I am, sitting alone, recalling your few words, remembering the sarcasm, the criticism and the accusations with a delusional mind. 

Here I am, sitting alone, lost in an eternal grey hue, somewhere far from purity yet not that close from the darkness of sins.

Here I am, sitting alone, dreaming of a different beginning, a new chance or even another life.

An angel?

 Everything started by his smile, the childish smile that revealed how handsome this young man was. The sun shined from his eyes, the beautiful almond shaped eyes that were guarded by faint wrinkles. These wrinkles and a dozen of grey hairs dispersed on his beard gave him a mannish look. An irresistible look. 

Innocence? Did I tell you how innocent he is? Wait till you hear his voice.... a happy melody where very few melancholic tunes hid. 

Kindness? believe me he is the kindest man on earth. His Caring gazes and tender grimaces haunt you for a thousand night. 

Once I laughed and told him that he was too good to be real. He blushed, answered with one of his charming smiles, and left me in utter despair. 

An angel.... a prince.... or someone like no other.... a mirage or a dream.....may be one day I will be able to say! 

Once Upon a time in Jerusalem, Palestine

Once Upon a time in Hyderabad, India II

Once Upon a time in Hyderabad, India I

Once Upon a time in Bijapur, India II