And I followed the light..

The twilight under which, he kissed me for the first time,

the mysterious fire, I saw in the  distance of a mountain,

the red light to which my heart skips a beat, while my phone flashes his name,

the dim light of my cozy room where I sit and play melodies,

the candlelight in the darkest of some hours, 
the magic of moonlight on a quiet fathomless night,

the innumerable speck of lights, I passed on a train journey,

the lighthouse beams sweeping across a stormy night sea,

the temple lamps swaying in the darkness,

the fireflies hiding around the sacred tree,

the beam of sunlight on the budding green leaves,

the stars crowded around the virgin night,

 the rays of fog light in which, I drove back home on a Saturday evening,

the colorful lights illuminated on a house, night before their daughter’s wedding,

the feel of lights inside a Theater, before the show opens,

the length of green signal, for which, I always wait in the traffic,

the tiny lantern, I saw at the doorstep of a hut,

and the light of my laptop in the midst of darkness

I found it all on the spark of his searching eyes
the man with a lantern

And, when he told , “ I am the light”

I took my bag and followed

some lights are like that 
it may be only a beam,
but it contains, billions of promises

I confess, I am that girl...

I confess, I am that girl who climbed upon the topmost branch of tree to see the world and fallen down to the pit

I confess, I am that  girl, who walked through those parallel roads and ended up, reaching that dead end of the earth

I confess, I am that girl, who woke up early on a winter morning  to catch the sun and came back with some wispy clouds

I confess, I am the girl who made the paper wet with the blood of veins that poured out from the other end of the pen

I confess, I am that girl who cheated you and walked into a cave to hibernate my remorse

I confess, I am that girl who was carried away by the waves, barely breathing and barely alive

I confess, I am that girl who forgot the promises of spring and walked towards the beauty of fall

I confess, I am that girl who watched you standing  under a willow tree and turned deafened to the church bells

I confess, I am that girl, who admired the beauty of  those flowers and plucked it to  death

I confess, I am that girl, who stood on the balcony of my fathers house and gazed at the silent grave

I confess, I am that girl, who was born as a dreamer and turned out as a nightmare

I confess, I am that girl, who wanted to live with no regrets and regretted at the life

I confess, I am that girl, who got dark circles and wrinkles on the edges of eyes with endless nights

I confess, I am that girl, who enjoyed the chirping of those birds and caged them to silence

I confess, I am that girl, who got intoxicated with and drunk on sleep, never wanting to wake up again

I confess, I am that girl, who hardened the blood of creativity and caused  the swollen lymph nodes

I confess, I am that girl, who was the culprit of the crime and turned out as the victim of the fall

I confess, I am that girl, who killed the butterfly upon my own wheels and  lamented over its loss

I confess, I am that girl, who set out to uncover the shadow and discovered the darkness of light
I confess, I am that girl, who buried down the Words lifeless  and basked in the glory of faithlessness

I confess, I am that girl, who transgressed  ungracious and haunted by the forgiveness

I confess, I am that girl, who had fallen down on all that I had ever known
I confess, I am that girl, who confessed because it is the first medicine of cure

And 

I confess,  because I am that girl, who possess a soul and who owes a heart..

I confess; I may stab, I may hurt, I may divert, I may take wrong tracks but, by the end of the day, however far I go, I will always row back to my home ...

to blog,
to write, 

to confess, 

to catastrophe and

 let it go off as words

out of my cage..

  
P.S : Does it sound weird? quirky? It has to and it is...

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