Awaited Dreamer.

But, You become the way it comes to the way you take.

[awaited-dreamer]

And I must be a fool to not even write about the bills I see laying on the floor.

That flat has been closed for years now.

I don't hear any man calling out his sons name while cooking in the kitchen. He isn't even alive. It's been years he is dead.

I last heard from mom about his son. He stays in The USA. I don't think these bills even matter to him. I guess they have been collecting themselves so much that they are dropped of the door grill. I guess that's that's how it feels, When you never look back at the closed door the things keep filling themselves, that they fall apart later. I don't think even materialistic things can keep a hold on themselves.

I think I thought too much on it.

But correct me if I am wrong, Why do the electric bills keep visiting these doors, When nobody's in. Who are the lights on for, Who are the fans cooling too? Against whom are these charges?

[awaited-dreamer]

In the hour of time when the wall breaks

And the voices talk to you back

The light enlightens itself.

Every single urge of patience falls back to sleep.

There is no force that has to accept the analogue.

It's you and just you.

Holding a solved kaleidoscope in your head.

And in that very moment

What a privilege to Breathe.

Only you know you were reborn.

- Akshata G

[awaited-dreamer]

Misdirect.

The city I belong too is a far wide arena of flying boldly.

It will make you want to fly and reach at heights. 

But is it really important to measure height by the sky we look up too? Are we all made to conquer everything? If that's how we take and look at everything ain’t we wrong? 

If we are really building a benchmark for our self are we ready to risk it all? Is it even necessary to risk it all? Or are we just pushing our boundaries because that's what feels right ; Is it even anymore about just being right and wrong?

Haven't we all been taking it other way round of how it is really meant to be?!

-Akshata G. 

[awaited-dreamer]

Blooming....

In a moment full of Heavy Hearts and Carnivals running in the head a lot of appreciation sets back with dynasty.  Like an Old Friend that waves back at you holding a memory of past. And what comes for a little time is articulation; Speeches and souvenirs ; Everything that gives false hope and simple prayers falls on this little mind that has capacity to handle this Heart.  And correct me if I am wrong “We take a lot of time to just Convince ourselves that Love shall come someday to us ; When it was right beside in the Neighborhood; We take a lot of time to know what's meant for us and what is ours.”   

-Akshata G

[awaited-dreamer]

The Saturday Mind Drama.

And in the moment of Hesitations and Deep breathes we tend to get stuck in harmony and chaos at the same time. A huge traffic of thoughts calling out to form like a mercury in the head has its own answer. In extreme situations parallel rhythm and simple bifurcations have their own lead. Does it even make sense to what I talk? Or am I ranting to you about how each one of us feel at some point of time. Like weather changing and distracting the untouched behaviors. Bring back a variation for discussion you’ll be amazed that somebody was already waiting for you being a unknown to himself. Like a calling from some place unknown. A place were you did write about in your dairy but google had nothing to talk on it. The page has unavailable content and information. Are we left with any such topics really that have Name but no description to it? Rare! isnt it?  And also, conclusions are stollen defaults that were never meant to end but come along with logical facts to destroy the theory of years within fraction of words spilt from the brain to Enact the happening. 

-Akshata G. 

[awaited-dreamer]

*To Noor*

I have a Heart Noor

That has endless questions on this life.

I have been looking for science in this Non stop reality.

Like a bird from one tree to another;

But I only choose to fly in the Sky.

- Akshata G

[awaited-dreamer]

It's Safe to say it now that you were right. After all these years when I have long to grow the bird that left its nest years ago. Your words I keep all sacred in my mind. The fear of honesty had its own name. The one that leagues to the unknown. And might be the truth stays afar from the imagination of something being too real. "I am waiting for you to return back to these fences that you call cage, says the huntmaster." But who knew what he meant. The tiger is not safe outside he knew already. And also who knew the tiger wanted to be far from the world and everybody who put him into the cage. Far where other tigers Live. With the hope that there's no fear of being feared anymore.

- Akshata G

[awaited-dreamer]

Anticipation

If I am anywhere reductant let me know. To say and to draw a line. At a very fine object of hope I stand. And beyond that is a outskirt of obedience. A large molecule interrupts because that is the state of mind. Like a baby cry in thousand language. And what feels appropriate is never discussed. For you and me both know this is Nothing to talk about; In a crowd of people who'll always know but hardly Understand.

-Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

A long wait.

And maybe the world is not what you thought;

The world is other way round.

But I am right here waiting at the closure.

Waiting for somebody to give me a brief explanation on what does your Name mean.

- Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

Writers do fool people.

If exactly only you knew; When the writers talk about love what do they exactly talk about ; It's generally these cemented cracks, that had temporary fillings. No end to this closure.

A substitute everytime met for some circumstances. If only you knew, when the writers write about love, They usually write about their "Loss."

- Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

8 th FEBRUARY

On this one particular day of my life I want to remind myself that "We have come this far, It's you and me no matter what."

- Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

Desirous.

I don't know as individuals how many secrets do we hide in ourself ; Or how many are we ready to reveal about. All I know is we are ready for something when we are Tired of it. Only then we start hearing are tantrum voices from within. And correct me if I am mistaken anywhere for self loving as too late. Because I didn't find any other way, than diving too deep to ridge my answer. And even correct me for my instincts being right always, For how to put a Believe in them at end times.

And yes tell me what's the method of never showing up again yourself to few problems; God damn I never learn that myself any which ways.

- Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

For love For Sunsets. But a day spent with you. 💛

[awaited-dreamer]

A Tale to recite..

Someday someone is going to be cashier for your Life.

In a experience from nothing to lasting.

The cause can be different yet inherent by mysteries and no sympathy.

Someday life would be left out with no paths to be crossed by.

Someday will be no different than the "One day" you count on.

- Akshata G

[awaited-dreamer]

1.20 a.m.

Sometimes the only thing that makes you write is the absence of dreams you are made up of. A silent place provokes and influences you more than a noisy mind.

- Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

After Long Departed Years.

Sometimes we have no idea what we are to somebody.

Sometimes a surprise, Sometimes a Gift, Sometimes a moment.

Rest of the days one will take us in their curses.

- Akshata G.

[awaited-dreamer]

Janab Jab Jab Mohabbat mai duriya hue Tab Tab ehesas gehra hota gaya; Sawalo pe Sawal ek ek karkey khadey hotey gaey or Jawaboka karobar shuru hua. Hum wahi they therey hue, Humein dekhna yeh tha, Ki yeh humara Joh dil hai Woh kis uljhan mai jaa betha hai.

-Akshata G