Left closet.

Its a small closet up there..
not often visited, though..
neither by me, nor by many.

Dimly lit, but filled with fragrance,
Resplendent with the brightest colours,
and lighter shades..!

Nothing arranged in here,
Stuff just lies in this room,
Just as it was placed first,
All it carries, is a "time-flag"..
Primarily for chronological reference,
and an ephemeral "feel-it-patch".

Small windows, act as a sieve,
to filter in some light and air,
light and air of most exquisite class.

But, its a little strange configuration..
the outside voice doesn't really get in,
probably, filtered out as "noise".
and the inside voices, they stay...!
they echo and reverberate.

There are no doors, though.
One could just be there, or not.

In here,
crouched on the chair..
I have seen people leaving..
and I have ignored people knocking..
I am guilty,
and I am proud of it as well..!

Its my flesh and blood,
on the left side of my frame it rests.

Thinking...not so waste.

Thinking...does transform.

I thought, my request for:

That toy,
That dress,
That game,
That book,
That party,
That friend,
That career,
That girl,
That college,
That job,
That venture,

Would not be accepted,
and it wasn't.

And I also thought,that:

I might pass that exam,
I might get in that college,
I might get that job,
I might get that life,
I might get those friends,

And I did get them.

Now, besides the above two categories,

I think I have enough,
Which I didn't thought about,
Received un-wished,

Its been more than fair,
It always is,

And so shall it be.
May be that's the script.

Pretty Classic and Very Regular

You have been around,
If not always,then at least when I wished..

There were times and spaces, when only you were around..
There were instances, when I had created time and space just for you..!

All this while,
You stood quiet,
You didn't blame,
You didn't claim,
It did humbled me.

With you..
I am at peace,
I am myself,
I am, what I wan't to be,
I am, what I couldn't be,
and may be what I can not be.

With you around,
As already articulated,
I have three strongest forces of nature,
at my finger tips:- light,fire and smoke.

With you, I think, I can be what I would not be.
With you, I think, I could think what I never could.
I wonder what all did you seed in me,
a new thought, a new feel, a new emotion,
or a new Man altogether.

You are my choice,
A choice I made..
against all instructions,
against all advices,
I, too, have patronized you.
But it would be unfair to equate, I believe.

After all, it all ends in Ashes and Smoke.