She calls me Zeba

I lay on the prickly brown-green grass, reading a book. I have a lot of time here, in this dream. This little town in the lap of mountains, pampers me. I feel like a baby again in possession of peace and happiness. I don’t worry about the bills, the job, the monies, the false friends and even the repercussions of being ‘myself’ with a kin. I am far away from all that – I’m with happiness here.

It’s a cold day. The sun doesn’t let me out of its sight even for a second. My fingers are cold and pale. I turn them carefully with my numb fingers – the old, fragile brown pages of the old book. I love its smell.

Not very far from me, is a small hut, smoke escaping its top and floating in white unshapely globs. The clear blue sky looks a shade lighter through them – I like that shade. I remember the cotton candy and hallucinate of a sweet taste. The fire should to be kept alive all day long. I love this house – it is warm and cozy even on the coldest day. It is very small though.

A very kind old lady owns the pretty house and I adore her. She has allowed me to stay in there. We don’t speak each others language and communicate in signs and smiles. I don’t know her name, she never tells me, I call her khala. She never asked my name but she calls me Zeba.

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Wish upon a star

Hand in hand we walk for miles
With talks laughs and secret smiles
Guiding our path through the hazy mist
Softly blows the cool breeze
 
Green misty and peaceful
Dreamlike and beautiful
There’s a perfect spot
Our eyes have caught
 
Straight out of the storybook
There’s this babbling brook
We sit by its gurgling water
And continue our chatter
 
You toss a pebble or two
I keep looking at you
You smile at me lovingly
And plant a gentle kiss
 
Shimmering in the silver moonlight
The night is a complete delight
We dip our toes in the sparkling waters
Being with you here is all that matters
Sitting cozy, wrapped in your arm
Glowing softly in your love so warm
Wondering whether it’s a dream
I look at your eyes, as they gleam
 
I close my eyes and
Remember an old dream
I smile and snuggle
As the wish comes true

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Busy bee – that’s me

Its been a long time since I visited wordpress 😦

A lot new is happening in life, keeping me as busy as a bee. Finally landed up in a job with a title I have waited to have for as long as ever – I’m finally a Creative Writer 🙂 🙂 🙂 Extremely happy, content & busy. Life is busy but really GOOD 🙂 🙂 And yes, dreams do come true!

I am hoping to be back soon & be a regular blogger. Take care all, have fun!!

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