She breathes reality. Yet,she believes in happy endings. 


She fancies being the damsel in distress, yet she is a knight in shining armour for many. 


The pinkness of amour fills her soul completely with passion. Yet, her face hardly distorts with emotion.

She is smitten by the hide and seek that romance plays in the hearts of people. Yet she is aversed by the overly mushiness that people transfuse. 


She wants to spread her wings to infinite boundaries. Yet her life is structured like the checkerboard.


Melodrama is her alter-ego. Yet she is the epitome of discreetness.


Her voice is silver toned. Yet the gravity that her voice adopts situationally, intimidates people.


She walks in a bouncy rhythm. Yet her sobre-sided gait, etches a persona till eternity.


She has a chirpy babble. Yet her verses are solemn.


She prefers ease in life. Yet her ways of living life are intricate.


She is unsettled with changes. Yet change has settled all her complexities,


She likes to dress up like a doll. Yet her simplicity is serene. 


Her life story is crystal clear. Yet she is a story left unfolded. 


An arrogant smirk, a wicked humor, intense eyes  darkened skin and a coquettish demeanor lures her attention. Yet, her soul is drawn solely towards an honest smile,  heartfelt laughter, eyes dipped in humility and a compassionate disposition.


She adheres to societal norms, yet deep inside her heart, a rebellious fire ignites. 



She gives precedence to pragmatism. Yet her existence is a house of sentiments.


Her being brews with solitude and independence. Yet, she longs for familial surroundings.


She dances in circles of congeniality. Yet she likes to tread paths of life with chosen individuals.

Do I miss you? Not really. Just that the glistening moonshine, makes me recollect the layered tranquillity on your face. 
Do I miss you? Nope. Just that the humming bees, make me dive into your sea deep voice. 
Do I miss you? Of course Not. Just that hard-rimmed spectacles , reflect the purity of your soul.
Do I miss you? Nah! Just that the wintry hues, remind me of your warmth in the omni
present coldness.
Do I miss you? No. Just that the slithering wind on my face, makes me think of your tender touch.
Do I miss you? Not possible. Just that every doorstep, evokes, anticipation of your welcoming face.
Do I miss you? Not at all. Just that wagging furballs of the world, cause me to bethink of the endearment in you.
Do I miss you? I don't think so. Just that the roaring engines, make me ponder over your edgy adventures.
Do I miss you? No. Just that the canopy of lush trees, makes me reminiscent of your tenacity in bleak phases.
Do I miss you? I don't. Just that the impending storm reminds me of the fierce silence in you.
Do I miss you? Nope, I do not. Just that the savouring aroma of the eateries , carves a blithe image of you wrapped up in an apron.
Do I miss you? Ofcourse the answer is no.  Just that the tiny wheels,  for  tots,  make me cuddle the frolicking kid in you. 
Do I miss you? Um, No. Just that the trickling raindrops, remind me of the zealous romanticist in you.
Do I miss you? No I really don't. Just that the clickety-clack of science, nudges me to walk down the memory lane of your logic.
Do I miss you? I do not. Just that the iron bars, flash the stripes attiring your silhouette across my mind.
Do I miss you? Why would I ? Just that every asynchronous heart-beat pounding my chest, regains it's rhythm when it recognizes you golden heart,

The mere utterance of travel, ignites the flaming fantasy dwelling in our wanderlust.  A picturesque panorama of a Trudging train ,Veneering Vales, Cooing cuckoos, Meandering mountains, Clamorous Caravan, green geography, tete-a-tete over cuppa tea, foamy fog, frivolous ferry goers, gets painted in the canvassing cerebrum.

Dear Parents,

It's been some time, since I moved away, Nevertheless your emotions cease to sway. Everytime I come to visit, I see eyes gleaming with love and affection. The warmth radiated is in all perfection.  You project unconditional trust despite my innumerable defections. In you, I view our own multiple reflections.

My rebellion and brattiness multiplied by million,has bruised you often. I feel terrible and guilt ridden, and believe me, when I say, that none of it is intentional. Because I cannot ever dream of tainting your golden hearts with bitter words and callousness.  Despite that the shining spirits in you manifest wellness.
The fact that you both still make me feel like a baby, and endear me like a blessing, creates a magically unshakeable bond that is a shield to any messing. 
You transform from peaceful swans to vigilant eagles, whenever you sense even the slightest of peril around us. This makes the evil think twice before creating a fuss. 

The sacrifices made by you are countless, and pristine. The endeavours have been nothing but sheen. I have felt forever like a queen. 
You make me feel on the top of the world,  and unfailingly envelop me like I am pearled. I draw my inspiration from you. You both are the epitome of strength and grace. Yet there is no wrinkly tension on the face. You still brave it out like warriors equipped with a mace. 
However I want you both to know that I understand the gravity of situations, and I am going to be there with you forever, because my daddy and mummy had not abandoned me ever.
I can not express the love that I have for you in mere words. My emotions are heartfelt,incapable of being stirred. 

Yeow!!!!  Pauses* ----  Puff! Puff! . Morning (Minus the good) so yeah folks, this is how my day commences. I am stirred awake yet again by a burden that has seized control of my entire body. By the way I am Sturd, short for Sturdy, and I am a shoe. Yes, you heard it correct. A shoe. A wearable apparel for humans.  A commodity usable, tread worthy and perhaps indispensable to humanity. Not being a braggart here.  But I am the tangible reality that has since eternity been a slave to humans for traversing paths that are unreal. 
Oh! I just heard brother Sneak scream, but I don't empathize or sympathize because that is long gone. Rather envy rattles profoundly inside me, and the rage has spread to the very sole. I believe that he has earned some brownie points (through his sinister ways of course) with master. He always manages to get those glorious extra minutes of sleep. The master always leaves him adjacent to Mister Brown (the door), where he peeks through the crevice and gets flickered glimpses of shady nightlife. And I on the other hand, am hurled astray, enveloped by the dangling blanket " Miss Cozy". Miss Cozy has a  quirky fondness towards me, a fondness not deciphered and unspoken of. Despite the persistent pleading, she never lets me gape out of her shadowing covers. It' s a dingy, enclosure for me till dawn.  I always get weighed down first due to the proximity, and then brother Sneak gets stomped and attached to the right foot. Inspite of being harnessed, packaged and delivered from the same factory, we are siblings who could never be laced with love and affection. There were countable moments, of our connection. The sibling rivalry has constantly put us in the running. It is either me or him that takes up the front when master rambles ,jogs or paces up . We are seldom on the same grounds of jovial spirit or reviving calmness.  And even whilst the master attains the stationary state , our gazes, are blocked by the  white strings that blindfold us. 
However, love has not totally abandoned me, I seek solace and warmth from Snuggles( My sock partner).  She is my best friend, and my lover. I always bind her to myself with my laces. She has always protected me from the fissured foot and I inturn ensure that no strand of thread escapes from her woollen embodiment. I have traversed and bore the rugged most, uneven  and hoarse surfaces , to ensure that snuggles is unscathed. They don't call me sturd for nothing. 
 Sneak on the other hand,  puts in negligible efforts to shield Fuzzy( Snuggle's twin) . Shameful isn't it? 
But that is him. Nothing goes beyond his narcissism and nonchalance.  Not even Fuzzy's weary state, of isolation and rejection. Fuzzy adores Sneak, and I fail to comprehend why. She turns a deaf ear to all caution against Sneak, but we believe that one day she will recognize the shallowness that has engulfed Sneak.  Sneak has caused enough damage to her, she is bruised to the extent that master's toe spears through her. There are fathomless holes that leave her wretchedly frozen.  

Life hasn't been shoe-gary sweet for us. Never have we rejoiced our traveled path, misadventures or transgressions . The journey seems infinite, and the intermittent rest smolders all rays of hopes with it's murkiness.

After years of loyalty, master looks, down upon us. We feel objectified. We feel disgraced. The feeling of being worthless, and downright deplorable, is frightening. But what wears our soul out is the dreaded journey to Mister Bin. (The trash can)
Mister Bin has a horrible reputation of mauling everything that enters him.
There have been ghastly tales of shoemates going there and never coming back, to tell us their despicable fate. 
Um, so this is a brief excerpt of my life. I will end the narration by re-highlighting two major chunks of my life. First phase:  Being owned,slaved and oppressed .  Second phase: Being disowned,discarded and forgotten forever.

Getting lost into wilderness. A wilderness defined by sun-kissed flowers spread across a meadow. A wilderness carved by mesmeric mountains. A wilderness painted by lush greenery. A wilderness sprayed with mist. A wilderness imbued with dampness. A wilderness identified by gushing winds. A wilderness echoed by one's own breathing.

I struggled to shut my eyelids. My eyes were anguished, and the veins had reddened the white glow that existed. There was no scope for even the slightest blink.  Finally after forced restraint, I was able to master my straying emotions. But wait, what was that? I felt, my cheeks moistened, and a sharp sting in my chest. A tear rolled down across my cheek, despite, the enlarged motionless eyelids . A faint realisation swept across my entire being, and then it grew obtrusive. The realisation filled me with failure. Failure to tame the reins of my emotions. Yet again. 

A mug that brews up with the news of change spreads a savouring aroma. Change whether good or bad, pulls us from our usual course of living life. Each page of the book that narrates  the story of life flips with a change.  The moments brightened completely by exuberance or the phases dulled fully by grievance align our mentalities into monotony.  A change pushes or pulls us towards a path driven by motivation and challenges. A change expels the negativity and expends the positivity to create a balance in our character.

A soul will be hunting for quietude, and it's physicality would be caught in a cobweb of eternal madrush.  The conflict between fetishes of mind and the incorruptible heart places the body in a space painted with grey. There is no lucid black or white.  A tainted white, or a partial black is all that defines human race. 
The realm of reality is  silhouetted  against the sky of denial.  Our to and fro movement in a spatial state of grey is our journey of life. We are never able to attain the clarity and entirety of black or white.