Window of flavors!

My kitchen window always opens up the world for me. Sometimes it was the view of my school. Then the tree grew up hiding my school from the view. The tree seems most interesting of all the trees around. I just love the way it grows and the way the leaves are arranged. Once I walk into the kitchen, this tree greets me, it had tender green shoots that looked like light green blossoms amongst the dark green leaves.  This instantly puts up a smile on my face and reenergizes me. I loved seeing it. The pigeons that wait for the grains we sprinkle on the window pane. A small cup with water for the pigeons to drink. Isn’t it enough boosts to start a cheerful day? I just wonder how these natural and simple things make such an impact. We have no common goals or language yet they are the best!

Grief ... Trauma!!

I just can’t stand cars pass by me.

I can’t walk between cars parked.

I can’t cross the roads.

I cant walk the streets alone.

Tears drop marking the way I walk.

May be a sniffer dog can sniff me up. Oh! Who cares!

Is it this me that stands tall at times?

Is it me who just collapses at the sight of a white car trying to pass by me?

Can I really stand or fly?

Is it that I am thrown up in the air by fondling hands?

That no longer waits to hold.

Am I feather lite drifting across a crowd getting blown and lifted at their mercy?

Do roots grow down my feet when I stand alone?

Why does my foot seem so heavy that I cannot lift?

Why cannot I drift when there is no one to blow me away?
Why cannot I skip those ……… thoughts?

All the blood cells would die and get replaced.
All the skin cells would drop off and get replaced.
But the trauma turns out into a blue print that remains.
Now it’s a genetic disorder.

From the dairies of a trauma hauted victim trying to rehabitate.....