Silo DI glorio

A captain reminds us of that guide  who shields us from the violent storm and the twirling water. A night when none but only he can overpower the fuming intensity of nature. Such is the word captain which is being trapped and tossed between a conventional frame of defined importance.  I desire for a captain in my life. But not the one who will escort me through the crowd…not the one who will be judgemental about my priorities...or assess my accomplishments. I want him to sit beside me...and narrate about the untold stories of past,  about the concrete streets which had sheltered romance, about the  birth of old bridges who years after years stand in solitude and overlook our city, about the lanes who saw the  fresh smokes blending high up with the air, the street lights who refuse to fade away even at dawn...the commotion   which has sickened the city into a corporate realm….. Over a cup of coffee. I want my captain to assure me that I am fine...

Diaries..journals..blogs..and poems have never really come across my mind . Portraits..and brushes  is what I am good at..But today i wanted my eyes to read my own heart.. My lips to curse my own mistakes.. and my  head to rest against the wall and loose myself in my own deserted being.. As i managed to push aside the little dirty mess inside my head  and recall any random memory worth writing... REALIZATION  : this  ain't the cup of my tea !! Still holding down to my patience and encouraging the timid hope within..I started touring the unexplored pieces in me..which might someday arrange themselves..n introduce a new me to myself..      Love, life ..pain..days of distress, depression  anxiety..sacrifices ..avenges is all that I read about..but       amongst all these ..I lost behind my own identity to myself..and yet i yearn for these millions of strange shadows  to recognize me.. Affection and Acceptance are ...