DREAMS ON FIRE

 "You are the laughter from childhood dreams..

   You are the faith when I need belief...

   You are where I belong..

   You are the soothing feel in my soul.."

She just found that corner seat in the last row of the bus.Before the blaze that rushes for the windowsill she wanted to have that seat badly.As time tickled away, she got a quick glance of the atmosphere and sat at the seat just like a queen on a diamond throne.

"How does it feel Diya?..Just to be yourself.Unslained by the bubbling scuffles of thought continum."

"Who are you? And why do I need to answer you?"

"I am someone whom you have known since birth.But not now though..Anyways..How do you like it? Just to be yourself? Unslained.."

"I have always been myself.Just as always.No impersonations..Impromptu and Independent.."

The breeze of the evening wind waded down the transverse windows of the bus.So did Diya's mood and her fellow being's smile.Some journeys in life are never meant to be forgotten for you do it only once.Nevertheless, such journey can happen in a crowded bus?? Wonder!! why not??

The downhill journey from Trivandrum to Shencottah was a belly dancing sweep.You never feel the rumbling noise external to you once you set the eyes on the moving nature.Diya who was in her later 30's got into that immersive feeling..

"So Diya? You still haven't answered my question.? How does it feel to.....?

"Just shut up and let me enjoy this moment..These are such beautiful places to add weightage to my portifolio"

"Oh..I see..The immersive experience you are having is the one for your portifolio..Good good..So I believe you are all by yourself"

"Do I need to say again..? I am all by myself ..Impromptu and Independent.."

As the bus took a hairpin bend turn, Diya saw the park named "Little Angels"..The nearby tea shop next to the hairpin bend was the usual "turn off" engine spot for the driver. Millennials might have the greatest pinnacle paths to be made in science, but the elder generation had their pinnacles rooted with moments and nature.Diya was a 90's kid and somewhere adopted a hybrid lifestyle with the grooves of the demanding system.

"Little Angels" was a welcoming park for kids.As Diya walked through the park, she remembered Oscar Wilde's "The Selfish Giant" and Ms.Maud Roger's faithful recital of the poem Lochinvar.She felt that something within her had changed or even lost.The grandeur of Lochinvar and the love of his for Ellen was all that she celebrated in her childhood days.Diya's memoirs just painted the picture of her kitten stories and the guardian angel she imagined herself to be.

Something within her broke and she knew that all these memoirs are a pain locked wallet which can neither be spent nor thrown away.She doesn't want to relive those memoirs which can never be true.Diya,an independent lady, a celebrity photographer,an ardent individual wasn't able to cultivate these memory verses into a logical poem.Tears filled as she looked up the "Little angels" park with welcoming wide open arms.

"So Diya..You still believe you are all by yourself?"

"I don't know..I am successful,independent and a go-by woman wanted to do the right things.."

"I see.You realise what you have lost all through these years of your so called intellect and borrowed logical life"

"No..I don't know..who are you? why do you follow me throughout??"

"I am the lost one..Or rather the pain locked wallet..Or the make belief joy you had..I am the INNOCENCE you lost in this accelerated path of life"

"You are my waking dream

You are all the thrill to me

You are the magic in the world I see.."And the journey continues..