Metaphor

Metaphor

She was passing by the nursery and saw this beautiful plant, studed with a flower.

So,she went inside and had a close look, and saw the beautiful flower and green leaves with dew on them and the broken pot which holds the plant. 

She got mesmerized by the plant and its sheer attractiveness and she went back home, with the thoughts, that how beautiful it will look in her home, she thought that she will place it right beside her bed and will enjoy the sight of the plant every morning when she wakes up and will kiss the plant goodnight every night.

Next day in the morning she went back to the nursery and ask the plant 

"Can I take you home?"

Plant thought for a minute and replied 

"Sure, you can take me. But a lot of care is to be taken for a plant to survive. You know... proper sunlight, water and everything. Will you be able to do all this?"

She remained silent for couple of minutes and replied "WHAT IF I SAY YES!"

This brought the plant to shine in its full bloom and it started thinking what a bliss it will be to livewith someone who loves you, even when you are placed in a broken pot.

She spoke again and told the plant about her syndrome, wherein she crushes the flower when she sees it,in its full bloom. She has this tendency of not being able to see anything at its pinnacle.

To which the plant replied "I am ready for my flowers to get crushed as long as you never get rid of me."

She thought about it and said "Look, dear plant my home doesn't have proper sunlight and sufficient arrangements to water you everyday,which may have adverse effects on your growth."

To which the plant replied "I am ready for my growth to get stunted as long as you never get rid of me."

She got smitten by retorts of the plant and she thought pretty hard about it and decided to take the plant to her home.

And she asked the plant" Till when will you continue to give flowers?"

Plant asked"Do you fear oblivion?"

She said"Yes, i do."

Plant replied "Well remember there will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no living beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone my flowers.Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does."

This made her love the plant even more.

And they lived happily ever after.

Or maybe they didn't.

One fine day she was caressing the plant and admiring the beauty of its flowers and its stems and leaves and suddenly her finger got strucked by the thorn and it started bleeding and shouted in pain and cursed the plant for hurting her.

She got ferocious and said " You two faced plant,your intentions were to hurt me from the very beginning.You hide you thorns inside and appears to be plant with a flower to attract others, this was all the part of your plan to hurt me."

Plant replied" My dearest love, how can you forget that evey rose has a thorn, and I have mine. When you took me home, all you were looking at was the flower and leaves and you turn your blind eye to the thorn and now you blame me.

Oh dear! Let me remind you the fault is in the blamer, spirit seeks nothing to blame."

On listening to this she even turn her deaf ear and got even more ferocious and crushed the flower and threw away the plant on the road.

And she lived happily ever after.

While plant bites the dust.

"For each man kills the thing he loves,

Yet each man does not die."

Quid Pro Quo

She asked me "What do you want to do?"

I said "I wanna throw stones".

"At what?"

"At the lake".

And than.

We picked up the pebbles and started throwing them in the lake, and suddenly there were enormous ripples in the water.

And we sat down and watched the ripples.

I said  "See that's what happens when you hurl stones in the silent waters of a lake which is surrounded by walls and it gets excited and you enjoy the current, which will last pretty long as compared to ripples in river which is without boundaries and flows without giving a damn and than when you are done throwing stones, you walk away, while lake is still immersed in its ripples."

Thats what happens with me,I am like that silent water and someone walks in my life and hurl stones and enjoy the ripples and excitement in me and when they are done, they simply walk away, cursing me to be a still and stale water.

She shook me by the shoulder and said "Get over that girl! Man!, maybe there is someone better waiting for you, or may be not." And than she winked with her tongue out.

"And see, till now God has given you the best of everything and He will continue his grace."

I said "Amen" and sipped some filtered South Indian coffee from my cup, and she dranks from her and we sat silently surrendering ourselves to the overwhelming sunset.

Orange sun was looking magnificent so was its reflection in the water, adding beauty to this was chirping of birds and the cold breeze was silently whispering in my ears "Winter has come" and in my heart I replied to the breeze "If winter comes, can summer be far behind", and I smiled and she looked at me and smiled and asked "You okay now?"

I smiled again.

And that's how you know, your sibling understand everything even when you say nothing.

She told me to follow the quid pro quo in life and be happy.

 She also said that "Your girl might not love you at all, and the things she said were just for kicks, or maybe she loves you and has her  problems which no one can understand."

I asked " Why is it so easy for girls to move-on in life and turn so cold hearted." and gave bunch of examples.

She ruffled my hairs and smiled and said " You sound hurt my brother. Since when you started believing in such bullshit."  and she quoted Mark Twain "All generalization are false, including this one."

I asked "Why does it hurts so much."
She said "It hurts because it mattered to you."
I said" Maybe, that's the thing about pain, its demands to be felt... But what is the way out of labyrinth of suffering."
She said "The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive."

And than again we were silent.

I took out my mobile and played "Half of my heart."

And started singing loudly along with John Mayer

"Half of my heart's got a real good imagination

Half of my heart's got you

Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you

that half of my heart won't do."

Complicated

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

He is smart. She is simple.He is shy. She is sweet. He is witty. She is over powering. He has gone places. She is stuck up. He is slow. She is snappy. He is always miles away form his family.She is a doting daughter. He is difficult.She is unsure. He is happy for her. She's thinking about the work at her desk. He is waiting. She has moved on.He is a guy. She is a woman.

'Its complicated'

His dairy.

I need a break. I need a cottage. I need the colour green. I need the sound of water.I need paintings by Van Gough and Marc Chaggal to adorn my walls. I need a good book. I need dead music. If a song doesn't soothe me down, it is not a song to me. I need it to be gloomy. I need gray skies overhead. I need life to simply slow down, take it easy. I need myself to count every breath I breathe. I need the soft sound of anklets.I need multi colour tiny flags wavering in the air on a string. I need a courtyard. I need summer. I need rain. I need another Me for company.

You know, sometimes you wish for a lot of things? This that this that...and in the back of your mind who have this tiny voice chanting 'You'r never going to get it you'r never going to get it you'r never going to get it' ? Happens to me all the time. 

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and thought about your life? 

It is just so random, but I think the most when I am at public places like coffee shops, cafés, streets, malls, railway stations etcetera. I see those 'eeeewwww' type girls and wonder what it would be like to be married to them? 

Repulsive. 

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(In my dreams) I spoke to her last night. And it hit me like ice cold water. Too much and too many people have moved on. No, they'r just running in different directions. And I'm there. On a chair. Blogging.

And I thought about the story we read together.

Being a leaf or a twig must be what joy means. You don't even have to worry about a thing. And one day when you fall, you won't even scrape your knee. You'll simply lie there...not a soul will bother you.

Sitting here seeing things from galss door. I see things speed by. Without you, it all seems slow, it all seems parched. I hate to admit I'm falling apart. I'd rather be hurt than feel nothing without you.

And than i turn my chair to other side,and laugh at a joke not even half as funny, eyes elsewhere, but the mind, it was this close to you. You had just walked across to get to the other side, using me. I never missed the twinkle in those eyes after you got here. And oddly, I'd build a million bridges for you to cross over if it only got a twinkle in those eyes. I want you to be gone with the wind...And never come back. I can't let you make me go weak in the knees.

Or else.If you want, If you can.

We can run away, forever. I'm on a boat and only short of direction. I need you to guide me. I'v lost you to time, I'v lost you to space. I won't let us drift apart. Apart, we aren't complete. You can either complete us, or complicate us.