Desert Rose

Sleep, baby ; Your eyes will soon be heavied by burdens of this world.  A world which will soon be yours too.  Rest your gentle head upon the soft pillow ;  It is time to drift away from days where,  all decisions are made with a teddy bear. Sleep, baby ;  Your ears need not hear the hate tearing the future.  A world which will soon be yours too.  Let dreams be the reason to your perfect smile as you slip off to sleep.  Enjoy the night;  Live in bliss a while before this world becomes yours. Sleep, baby ;  Your mouth need not taste all the bitterness around.  A world which will soon be yours too.  Discover dreamland awaiting you across the sea ;  R eliving all the fun you had.  Ignorance is bliss but that will be just till the fresh slap of intelligence. Sleep, baby ;  Your nose need not smell the foul smell of rotten intention.  A world which will soon be...

I preferred treading slowly. Dragging my steps. Contemplating every move and watching out for everything around.  But well... I feel I was not making the best choice. Run! That is always better. At least it feels that way to me lately. Run so fast that the air feels like feathers against your skin. Run till the sun sets, turning the hazy pink dusk into a dark canopy with stars. Run till all the noises blend into a symphony. Run through crowded streets and empty lanes. Run when it is raining and feel the water bouncing off your skin.  Run till tears stream down your cheeks and mixes with your sweat.  Run your own path.  Just Run.

I sat alone, apart from my own twin that we all carry in our heads; alone in the corner being able to observe everyone in the cafe.  Wooden floor boards & wall panels with simply deep quotations & abstract framed art work.  Too much of calm inside that compensates for all the rush outside.  I sat in my corner, reading over tea & waiting for my cake. Other guests came in, sometimes alone & sometimes not ; some of them knew each other while some did not. I tried to make friendly eye contact so I could initiate a smile that might start a ‘good evening to you’ or a ‘hello’. Mostly their eyes would avoid mine while they sorted out where they were going to sit & what they were going to order & of course replying to texts in between all this. Now they had no reason to say ‘good evening’ because to say it then would have been out of place, the meeting having already occurred some minutes earlier. So, no gestures or smiles of acknowledgeme...