Neo Imaginations

                                                               Few minutes past 2 am, 'Is that a time to meet the most special person of your life the first time ? But that is when we met. A moment of eye contact and I realized I was clean bold that very moment. A gentle touch and a warm kiss pregnant with emotions, happiness and love. This was our very first interaction when the world around was sleeping waiting for a dawn. After that i left you for few more hours but  your face kept on appearing before me at every single blink of eyes. I was loving it. I was loving your smell. I was loving that finally we met. I was loving that we will meet again. I was loving that we would be living together soon. I was loving the dream of a life with you.  You were me as I were you. Extension of my own self. Extension of my soul. Extension of my identity. Eternal, mystical, spiritual. My lessons on patience and responsibilities.  You relax me. You excite me.You are tender yet my strengt

I just sneaked out through the curtains of my bedroom to see if it was too hot to go out.  All I saw was this beautiful scene through my window. Two tired women labourers having a siesta on the construction site after hard laborious work for hours before lunch. As the sun was straight up, all they could manage was a little shade of the adjacent building. Atleast the dead building had some alive mercy for them. All day they fill concrete mortar with the spades lying next to them and carry it to build houses that they would never inhabit. Once the construction gets over the security guard would not even allow them to stand outside its gate to admire their own sweat and blood.   They would be clearly outcasted from its premises. The people who would enjoy the luxuries and comforts of this apartment building would not let these poor women to even enjoy an eye full sight of the legacy they built baking under heat and dust. These women would go into oblivion on the very first day the