Hi. I know I wrtite often and no one listen me because I don't write clearly and you all had seen that my blog is quite unclear and take more time to publish a post or an article. Yeah, whatever.... So lets go on to topic.
So, yesterday was holika dahan... The winning of good on to evil and today is the celebration. But yesterday when I go outside to see the holika dahan an akward scene happen a child thrown color and water on me and then ran off. I felt like what! But the joy I get was much more far than that sorrowful moment of my wet shirt. I was going to the bon fire. As I started walking the color of cool scent of the flour color make my heart glow and the child looking at the fire has an sweet smile on face busting my cheast to feel warm. I remember that a little girl saw me and laughed a little and then another child come beneat me and sprank all his palm on my face... His palm hurt me a little but the mixed yellow and pink color made my mind to forgive... I sat with them looking at the bon fire and remember about her, she is not here I know. I remember the blowing hairs with a sweet scent in the blusting warm moonlight along the road with a grin on face and a dimple on chick... I laughed a little while closing my eye and rethinking about once more. She put down her specs and looked at me like nothing is more beautiful than this moment. She put on the mirror of window as car is blowing off, then she pick up her tie and removed the little drop of water while seeing me I jumped into an emotion of love in deep in her eyes.... And again she put her specs and my heart,teared. That tiny second is what I enjoyed.
Remember that water drop its from my head as the radiation of fire is becoming high. I open up my mind and saw the hair of beautiful flairs and just I terned my life stunned. A girl aged like me. Sitting in the swing, I dont know why but that childs like to be with me. I moved ahead and get to her. About my first step she left. Why this happen to me? I rethink and again remind myself of this erotic world. I get back home by putting my shame on and shaping my mind with blusting mind tear. I got to home have my dinner and slept....
It is morning not morning though its the semi half afternoon. I remind myself about the sitution that I slept a lot. I dressed up in my holi clothes and look after the window I saw only little child throwing water and colors and enjoy their own company and life... My childhood stood in front, I was chasing her with a ballon but she never come. Boom! A child bang himself in water. I said no to myself to go out because I am a grown up child, no one of my age was their. Only little cute sins enjoying themselves. Half an hour past. I stood up in her thoughts and decided to go out to make my life colorful. I opened up my door and step a forward. The bonfire girl was in front of me. I don't what it is lust of fear. But I am beating fast. She take out the color from my color bag and then drag her soft hands along my face in draining dust. She covered my hole face with my miky smooth skin and told me "Happy Holi" I don't know what was that but it was joy of love of stranger on stem and life on a cutting brain. The turns to go back and finally left, I wonder what's her mug size. But it's too late she left. I know life is too short to live but the holi is what to celebrate life to turn down fear and start to love. The color of joy made me colored my heart. But still my love is not here, it's hurts but the bon fire girl filled that gap. Life is what not to miss and to start a new kiss, of life, of heart, or whatever...
- Priyranjan
So, yesterday was holika dahan... The winning of good on to evil and today is the celebration. But yesterday when I go outside to see the holika dahan an akward scene happen a child thrown color and water on me and then ran off. I felt like what! But the joy I get was much more far than that sorrowful moment of my wet shirt. I was going to the bon fire. As I started walking the color of cool scent of the flour color make my heart glow and the child looking at the fire has an sweet smile on face busting my cheast to feel warm. I remember that a little girl saw me and laughed a little and then another child come beneat me and sprank all his palm on my face... His palm hurt me a little but the mixed yellow and pink color made my mind to forgive... I sat with them looking at the bon fire and remember about her, she is not here I know. I remember the blowing hairs with a sweet scent in the blusting warm moonlight along the road with a grin on face and a dimple on chick... I laughed a little while closing my eye and rethinking about once more. She put down her specs and looked at me like nothing is more beautiful than this moment. She put on the mirror of window as car is blowing off, then she pick up her tie and removed the little drop of water while seeing me I jumped into an emotion of love in deep in her eyes.... And again she put her specs and my heart,teared. That tiny second is what I enjoyed.
Remember that water drop its from my head as the radiation of fire is becoming high. I open up my mind and saw the hair of beautiful flairs and just I terned my life stunned. A girl aged like me. Sitting in the swing, I dont know why but that childs like to be with me. I moved ahead and get to her. About my first step she left. Why this happen to me? I rethink and again remind myself of this erotic world. I get back home by putting my shame on and shaping my mind with blusting mind tear. I got to home have my dinner and slept....
It is morning not morning though its the semi half afternoon. I remind myself about the sitution that I slept a lot. I dressed up in my holi clothes and look after the window I saw only little child throwing water and colors and enjoy their own company and life... My childhood stood in front, I was chasing her with a ballon but she never come. Boom! A child bang himself in water. I said no to myself to go out because I am a grown up child, no one of my age was their. Only little cute sins enjoying themselves. Half an hour past. I stood up in her thoughts and decided to go out to make my life colorful. I opened up my door and step a forward. The bonfire girl was in front of me. I don't what it is lust of fear. But I am beating fast. She take out the color from my color bag and then drag her soft hands along my face in draining dust. She covered my hole face with my miky smooth skin and told me "Happy Holi" I don't know what was that but it was joy of love of stranger on stem and life on a cutting brain. The turns to go back and finally left, I wonder what's her mug size. But it's too late she left. I know life is too short to live but the holi is what to celebrate life to turn down fear and start to love. The color of joy made me colored my heart. But still my love is not here, it's hurts but the bon fire girl filled that gap. Life is what not to miss and to start a new kiss, of life, of heart, or whatever...
- Priyranjan
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