You ever wonder how astonishing it is that in between so many people present,
From nowhere comes the person,
Like a star after a dark cloud and thunders of nights,
Giving you one single reason to stay and make those thousand unreasonable assumptions…
You are smiling at 2PM on a busy Monday afternoon staring at your computer screen with deadlines pending, just thinking about how their nose crinkle when they laugh.
I wonder how easily they leave again,
Leave us to cry weep and scream.
They do ever wonder, about the parts and piece of my deserted souls they borrowed.
They owe me a lot more than they believe.
I wonder where all those people went, whom I spent my childhood with,
My mum said they are not here, they are unreal.
Some say it’s my loneliness speaking, some my fiction writer inside,
But I still see them right next to me.
Staring, crying and laughing as I tip tap the keyboard
Are they just imaginary or they are scared of you?
From all the pain present in this world
You ever wonder how so many particles comes together to make an atom.
Which are present in our skin right now.
Playing hide and seek like the noisy kids on the road.
Moving across, flying and leaping.
Calling the same flesh home, which you puncture with needles, cut and throw around like confetti.
Or you ever wonder that if we start counting each heartbreak and pain of every life present in this moment
Won’t this planet explode searching for closure to handle them?
Why we never wonder that when we are fast asleep
What If our souls get out of this body,
This body where they are comfortably sync
And just to go around and wander to find darkness and mysteries.
What if they meet with other souls to grieve in the caskets,
Or they go in the parallel universe to feel the same moments again on repeat.
And what if they are about to unite with the love of your life,
But you open your eyes at the same moment.
We wonder that what will happen if we die
But don’t we ever think
Why did we become this.
After so many deaths,
Is this our destiny?
Or are we trapped?
Why don’t we wonder that between money, fame and race,
There are people who decease every midnight
So how many coffins do they even hold inside the fragile soul?
They are living with graveyards growing in them.
Isn’t that scary?
We wonder about enhancing beauty
Being fair, being bright.
Being the next Instagram perfect profile.
But why don’t we wonder of this girl, who every time picked that dead flower between the fresh dandelions,
Why she kept all those dead dry petals in her basket?
Did she want to make them alive with some black magic?
Or she just wanted to save food for bees
She was a witch, or kindness is so rare to believe ?
Why don’t we wonder about the dreams we forget,
Is this just our mind?
Or the universe kept some secrets inside our head,
We wonder about everything don’t we?
But we never wonder why we wonder, at the first place.
By Riya Sharma (Fiction)