Wish

We no more wish on shooting stars, just wish for one. Wish for peace enough to notice a streak of light, arising from darkness and vanishing in the same, and feel, if there is any, the magic in it.

I am aware of science and facts. I know clouds are just cluster of condensed water droplets and it’s blue because light scatters, and stars are just a conglomeration of different gases, burning inside, shining outside.

I have grown up enough to understand expressions, feign laughs, fake smiles and bother people less.

Over time, we have strengthened old bonds, met new people and forgotten some. We have gotten close, and we have drifted apart.

We know this world.
Luxury. Chill. Beauty. Desire. Gold. Silver. Science. Facts.
We know it all, but,
And always,
And despite of all this,
It is the simple things in life, we yearn for.

A quiet rooftop in a buzzing city. Watching all the life below. Lights, all red, yellow, white and bright.
Oh, the speed, and the calm in the rush.

Under a tree, your corner of shade on a summer afternoon. Silent.
A gush of cool wind. Hearing the soft rustle of leaves, eyes a bit heavy.

Sharing earphones. A shoulder to lay your head on.
Rains, clouds, dark.
Bright, beautiful, best friend.
Colours of the dawn.

Mountains. A green patch of land. Arms resting beneath your head. Laying side to side by the love of your life.
Night. Calm. Stars.
Staring into all the meanings.
Or nothing.
Sorting life.

It’s all the simple things.
We no more wish on shooting stars, just wish for one. Wish for peace enough to notice a streak of light, arising from darkness and vanishing in the same, and feel, if there is any, the magic in it.

Make a wish! 💫

6 thoughts on “Wish

  1. `A quiet rooftop in a buzzing city. Watching all the life below. Lights, all red, yellow, white and bright.`

    `Sharing earphones. A shoulder to lay your head on.
    Rains, clouds, dark.
    Bright, beautiful, best friend.
    Colours of the dawn.`

    Just went through the rest of these and all of these are really pretty. This one especially, leaves me with a feeling of melancholy. The highlighted passages make me think as if I know you.

    Okay, I know this is weird (creepy? probably yeah. But this is a first of something this creepy by me I swear 😔), the truth is that I stalked your social media and came across this. How I wish this pandemic never happened and i was still in BLR and might’ve met you (okay, I probably mean someone like you).
    I thought of maybe to DM you, but uhh, i’m a googler too, so a bit risky considering I probably am being super creepy (Actually came across your profile via searching something on Moma, i guess you have a face of people my type). Okay, my point is.. IDK actually. I guess talking to people via dating apps, made me think why can’t i message someone whose musings i found as if they were my thoughts, which would be more than talking to someone just based on their photos? Alas though, I can’t actually, since that would be too much of a risk for me since we’re co-workers. So this is probably a sad attempt at getting some closure on the 1.5 hours I spent stalking your profiles, picturing you with the personality of someone i could’ve imagine having a crush on.

    Keep writing these up!

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