Winter howl...

Shivering in the cold he is struggling to keep eyes open
Sitting silently near the warmth what was left of the last nights fire,
Lazy to stretch out or fear to let go the warmth trapped in folded body.
He was till content to wait,
till the first ray of sun could break out from that space between two buildings.

everyone on its own...
Another day.
To fight for food, to not get kick around and to come back saving the shelter.
Unlike summers where the evenings are fresh and the nights are comfortably breezin,
Night in winters dont sleep.
They are always awake, dark, gloomy and chilling.
Out in night he cannt afford to fall asleep.
He has to fight each minute, each hour for the warmth.
Concept of Brotherhood is fragile, and by now he knows this truth

He wondered at times looking at the skyscrapers, why are they so fortunate,
He could also play the tricks, he could also do the job, and please the bosses.

n gave a looong howl.

we are the pilgrims...

.... We travel not for trafficking alone;
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
for lust of knowing what should not be known,
we take the golden road to Samarkand...

Colourblind

~~dedicated to the blogger whom i have lost in the blogworld


Red

Sitting besides the fire, nomad was listening to the fading songs of the distant caravan. As always, he decided not to join them further, and took his own path. It is going to be another long winter ahead. He has a liking towards winter... crackling of fire breaks his thoughts. It sounds familiar; the sound of flames burning the logs is drowning all other noises of surrounding. He is now intently gazing at the flames. He recognizes the sound now, it is the old forgotten language of nature. The wise ones had taught him how to pick it, and he learned the rest during those long trails in woods. It took him lot of time, and more logs, to fully comprehend it again.

"...look at me… as I engulf whatever comes in the way, I m red.. red that is used to break off the monotony, be red when you are in the dark alleys, and looking for that dwindling hope. I am Red that represents valour, red that embodies bravery, am the one that signals the Danger I am the rage, I am also the lust, sin and guilt, but then roses are red too. I am life, the vigour, I am fire that brightens up the sun, ohh yess I m the red that adores Satan…"

more crackling…

Looking at the dark silhouette of the hill, nomad was reminiscent of the different manifestations of red along his journey so far. He cherished red at times, he despised red at others, it’s too easy to drift off in the red and face unexpected . The adrenaline that can lead to anywhere. He throws the log at the flames, how hard it is to tame red, how easily it can go beyond reasons, and control and bring devastation, how easily red could walk off from consequence of its action, red does not care about after effects, red believes in action and stops there and thus how intimidating it is.

"..listen you, don’t blame me for the blind surge of emotions, and devastation creatures create in pretext of red. Once surged, emotions can take oneself on the track or off it. Red represents life, surging like phoenix from the ashes; it represents fire, to awake from the lifelessness. It represents surge of activity…."

"...its hard to be red, and stay unnoticed, its hard to hide the fire. If you are possessed by red, you are at the extreme of the emotions, for good/bad. Don’t care about the cause, just glow in it..."

sounds fading..

more logs.. more logs