TEA BOY
It’s often said that good will prevail again. This dilution of in every bad will prevails good is like a boat for a drowning person. A boy, young, who hasn’t traveled much far from papoose, is on the edge of living alone. He is the only child tea-boy of his village. It is said imagination is like a bubble, encapsulating the one involved, parting him away from surroundings.
It could be more; its beauty can be so fascinating that it can confine you making you look unwell for the outsiders.” Boy is mentally unwell” is the best they could come up with, for things they don’t understand. They say he could see things, things they couldn’t see.
Maybe we have been reading the wrong science, maybe now is the high time we move opposite. Start exploring the dimensions again before calling ourselves sane.
The Never-ending Wait
The feeling of power, magic and invincibility, that he saw in all those movies and thought of it as the most intriguing thing yet now it was losing the impact it had on him. They don’t seem to entice him anymore. Since life has its own way of changing minds as they grow. The population of mean materialistic-ness had convinced him to leave the glories of the city life that he chooses not to witness anymore.
Those of his kind had floated away in the gentle wind of death and led his views regarding death become wiser, his visuals of death were like Vultures circling over him to feast upon or some guy in black haunting him everywhere, reshaping itself into pure white illumination expending in some infinite space. He was old enough yet alone and worst of all he had time, plenty of it, the only thing that haunted him.
There were times when he would speak to himself and imagine that what-if the magic he saw in all those fictional movies, existed in him too. He often considered his favourite character, living inside him along with his pet in-order to comfort himself that there is a beauty in phoenix that is so pure and it is indeed looking after him and guiding him to flight the enormous lessons of life but most of all it exists just talk to him.
THe Paper planes of fire
Orange-Pink cheeks like a drowning sun in sky, big eyes with shiny brown pupils, deep as a lake, she has a smile that can mend broken, an accent that can make words feel privileged. She was just the kind of kid everyone remembers yet being such an adorable little creature couldn’t save her from running everyday through the clouds of trepidation and autocracy.
She was living like an out of control plane floating through the smoke, escaping the touch of its fire. Of course she was too young to understand that shot sounds weren’t just alarms and meant more than just waking up, realities around her were different and the best part, she was unknown to those.
Knowledge can be tricky thing, sometimes not knowing has its own advantages. She uses to live in her own imaginations where she had her own versions of heroes and villains. Despite all, she always believed love will always be replied with love, and if troubled she will always be rescued from all those she adored. She believed that when time comes, they will always come to her aid and they will come Big and Strong.
Day Dreamer
The scrappy sounds of his feet brushing all the unwanted layers of discarded matter tossed out by the privileged ones. It sounds like a sneaky runt prowling for leftovers on which it could feast upon. He is a young boy, managing to walk his way through life, making money through collecting plastic bottles or sometimes a happy meal.
Despite all odds, he is a dreamer, he has this unique ability to foresee, amend or break dimensions through his visions. Visions powerful enough to transmute even the rawest forms of matter into any morphed creature to cope with its harshness. Of course that works only within his mind. For many it could be something indolent, to see somebody to just sit there or to do same things with different wrapping but for him, that was the only thing which kept him alive.
