THE DATE WITH LIFE

the mistrust named mistress.....................................................................................................

I was in fourth class when the teachers imbibe their faith in me and prompted for dreaming big.I was always afraid to dream as it has always hurt the inner circle of my being. I was good at memorizing my lessons and poetry was my real estate. I started pouring out my tedious and hideous ideas in sibling words which were lifeless to me afore. I was becoming talk of school both for lifeless words and inability to pay fee. Sometimes the rungs of taunting ladder were so heavy that serenity of death was only left out option for me .But then the dreams were rolling hope in shape of some pearls in the dead of the night. Next morning I used to be as fresh to fight as Achilles.

Meanwhile the grounds around were drenched out of humanity and mistrust was howling in shape of Dijnn ,frightening life out of the sleeping flocks of pre historic race know as locals. The one time heroes were metamorphosed into dragons ,spitting fire of rage and playing tunes of death as freely as breath. The collaborative conciousness of few years back was haunting the protective race.

I was in fifth and my home was in hell.Both of us were burning in sulphuric inferno, not letting us die or live by our own terms.