I miss you
And life goes on
I look back with teary eyes
And then I smile:

You’ll come back,
We’ll laugh the way we laughed,
We’ll make plans the way we did,
We’ll cry together

You’ll be all well again,
And will call me the girl ‘who was a hospital’
And I’ll remind you of the ‘guy who was a hospital’

I’ll try to put a stop on your drinking coke
You’ll make a joke of my ‘sandwich-a-day-diets.’

We’ll try to have sometime alone,
Talk of the same things we always talk

I’ll repeat my sentences
You’ll try patience

We’ll argue and you won’t talk
And you won’t talk for days

I’ll miss you
And then I’ll look back with teary eyes
And I’ll smile:

You’ll come back
And we’ll laugh the way we laughed.

Dreams

Faintly scented world,
strewn with dreams,
dreams one-of-a-kind,
so subtle,so indulging,
so cosy, so wild.

Nobody can comprehend,
and I cannot explain,
how they touch me now and then,
how everything lights up from within,
my room walls, the faded curtains,
the dressing table dusty,
how everything becomes glitters.

What colours blind my eyes,
what lilt stirs my words,
I gaze at things unknown,
with sunken eyes and smile!

If the world was sublime,
untrue,magical and dreamy!

If there were souls,
And nobody to imprison them,

Imprison in those brick walls
from which
I so yearn to break-free!

Prisons that actually don't exist,
prisons that I cannot touch,
but the prisons that I feel.

If freedom would replace cash
and happiness would be freedom

If I had that road to skate on;
and no signals, no cars, no end,
no red lights!

If food wasn't a need
If shelter wasn't required
If we weren't answerable
If we could not hurt,
and could not be hurt.

If life was to go after
what you wanted;
If no one would stop you,
no one would be unhappy.

If we had wings,
no planes and trains!

If happiness was sought in smiles
If the world was sublime,
untrue,magical and dreamy.

Candyman task

It was a strange day. I woke up at eleven, still sleepy but scared of being scolded for getting up so late, I gathered up all my courage to begin the day after my six hour sleep at night.

I looked outside my room window, which opened in the balcony that cleary showed the sky and the houses of the neighbourhood in the opposite lane. It felt as if it was dusk and sun was beginning to set, the cloudy sheet made the usual sunny day look gloomy.

Some guests arriving the next day were expected to stay at our place, and my room was thought to be offered, as it was separate from the main hurly-burly of the house and perfect for guests.

As I heard of guests staying in my room, I had to make it cleaner than I did usually. I dusted the furniture,cleaned my laptop and cleared up all the junk from my drawers.

Today, I decided not to pick a task form the Candyman that I was supposed to choose everyday.Candyman is a round china bowl with a lid on it, and it's full of papers with different tasks on them that I have to pick everyday.

I spent most of the time in my room and went downstairs to press my clothes for a whole week, since my university was to start the coming week and I was excited that I wouldn't be sick wearig a uniform, like I used to do till now. I kept ironing all the clothes with the zest that I didn't expect on a day when I was sleep deprived. Because of standing and pressing around eight suits at one go, I felt my feet burning and I was totally listless after all that ironing. The listlessness continued all day, it felt as if I had a sunstroke.Though, it wasn't a sunstroke, it was surely a heat stroke to stand for hours in the steaming kitchen, where the ironing table stood.

I didn't sleep in the afternoon, and kept dragging myself till the night so I could sleep early and wake up early the next morning. The same night before going to bed, I caught a glance of my Candyman. A sudden urge wanted me to open it right away and pick today's task which I had missed. My eyes shone as I unfolded the paper, it read 'iron as much clothes as you can!'. I surely didn't miss my Candyman task.