THE DECOY

She was a decoy meant to infiltrate,

She was a spy meant to steal memories,

She was a tool to hack the mind,

She was the snare for a wandering soul…

She was pretending to be lost,

She was pretending to be in despair,

She was pretending to be in need,

She needed a reason to convince,

That she was lost and broken,

For the plan to succeed…

The team was set and the plan was laid out,

The characters were assigned and the props set,

The mission of a lifetime, a journey of reckoning…

Like a fallen angel from the sky,

With the wings clipped,

She was waiting for the path to be intersected…

The drifter crossed path with the decoy,

The story was unraveling as the plan unfolded…

Her mind was barren and was waiting for spring,

The past had haunted like a wild nightmare,

Pretending to be helpless, pretending to be afraid,

She was in need of a savior who stood by her…

The words were weaving a web of stories,

Carefully planted, diligently planned,

The cast was playing the part to build the drama,

To pierce the heart of the wandering soul…

But the wandering soul was lost in the words,

Trying to find the meaning in the meaningless,

Trying to find the truth in the fake images,

Trying to find love in the lost memories,

Trying to find the truth in the solemn moments…

She dragged him down slowly to the present,

To hack deep into his soul and complete her mission…

As she weaved the web of words,

The words were building a whole new world,

The walls were painted in love, and the floor laid in trust,

The ceiling was built to hide the light from the day,

The windows were closed to seal the flaws…

The wanderer stepped into the palace,

As the carpet was laid for the prey…

But deep inside, he knew that it was fake,

The world he knew, never could lie,

The love he felt, never could betray,

The dreams he dreamt, never could foes,

It’s the reflection of truth, his soul had seen,

Deep beyond the mirage of time and space,

The love that traveled beyond the pace,

She looked back into her soul,

And he could see the light beyond,

The love in the eyes far beyond,

The truth reflecting back into his soul…

It was the moment that froze with the time,

The decoy was as hollow as an empty vessel,

Through the vessel, he saw the truth,

Through the vessel, he saw real love…

She looked back into his eyes,

But all she could find was the reflection of her soul…

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A Silent Commotion Of A Jaded Mind 

Forever

The shining light and drops of rain,

Reflecting the memories,

Unwinding with the time and space,

Revealing the truth inside, 

Unrazed by lies outside, 

The moment slowly unfolded,

With the symphony of rain and your trembling voice,

In solemn with the beating hearts... 

The lashes of lightning and your shining eyes,

The silent whispers and the rhythm of rain, 

Weaving a timeless symphony,

Igniting the passion of moment... 

The grey clouds fading in your innocence, 

The loudness of thunder silenced by your embrace, 

The coldness of wind touched by your warmth,

The sliding sand held by your grounded feet... 

The hiding moon and your anxious glances, 

Falling leaves and your trembling hands, 

The droplets of love bringing us closer, 

Slowly wiping away the fear inside... 

And the lost stars lighting our soul... 

The drops of love binding us together,

Sailing with the tide of harmony,

Embraced by the eternal nature, 

Blessed by the sands of time, 

A moment was born, 

Beyond time and space, 

To live forever... 

A CONVERSATION WITH AL & IEN

AL: “The times are pretty much changing…”

IEN: “Yep, it is. It has become more complicated when it ought to have been happy and simple”

AL: “Technology was meant to bridge the distance between people, but sadly they have built the wall higher than ever.”

IEN: “Hmm…but it isn’t fair to blame the tech, its people who are not up to it or evolved enough to use it wisely…”

AL: “I agree, I mean how, many people have a serious conversation on life, its beauty or just enjoy a beautiful dawn. If at all they indulge in, it’s a momentary slip from a plugged life.”

“The novelty of a true relationship is drowning. If a mother wants to know what’s going on with her kids, she must check his or her social media status and funny thing is when you call it social media, don’t you think it’s quite ironic?”

IEN: “Yes, worth a thought. But then think about the other side of the coin. With a click you could connect with your loved ones, virtually join them in joy and pain. Comfort them, adore them…”

AL: “Or curse them…”

“Yes, that’s the positive side of it, but then don’t you think people who are less sensible tend to use it as a means to spread hatred and violence. Waste precious moments in life to seep in the seeds of division and war. Spreading misinformation and creating chaos…”

IEN: “Well, that’s the sad part of being human. They are programmed to be unstable and chaotic.”

Both AL and IEN nodded in affirmative…