When Your Wheels Take You To Some Hidden Destinations Of Peace, All You Need Is Holy Grass, Tobe To Mix

I think I'm already dead, just in thought of how It'd be if I'm alive.

The other day when the mentor gave us 3 minutes to write something on some topic, the challenge was not writing something but choosing what to write. Me, being more with alzheimer, always keep my mind off my environment. Even during my exams first hour I always sleep in the hall until the invisilator or my friend wake me up to write at least something so that I would just pass. I was thinking how I could even write something within 3 minutes. And by these thoughts, I have already wasted my one third of time same as any other examination.

Just minor hiccups started and I started watching around for some water. I was amazed to see that everybody were already started writing some or other thing. It stopped hiccups. Who cares, as always, I gave up. I was just sitting idle. Nothing changes even if i write something or nothing. Just like another class, another day, another way to pass the time. But suddenly this thought, like a damn rocket crossed my mind and without any analysis or second thought I started typing this story which just got completed in less than a minute.

Thanks to my conciousness, I was given an opportunity of being heard to the pupil at large and so excited to hear a round applause for more than few seconds which lasted in my ears for years.

Spot me 😝

These early breezes woke me up,

In search of you I wandered.

Here and there, near and far,

I searched for your soul walking forward.

Soon, the sunrise shew me a path,

The rays I followed and found you.

Asleep you, in a thick blanket,

warm inside with a cold nose.

So cute the way you breath,

like a blushing flower when it blossoms.

foxy moments of your eye lids,

like a game of chess in a rapid moves.

Eye lashes, they were always calm,

adorable with a shining charm,

follicles of hair falling down,

alike and my heart in a deep drown.

Can't woke you up

and stop your beautiful sleep,

with a kiss on forehead,

I wait and stare till you were awake.

Like every old wooden tree, even hearts crack.

Cut them open, you'd find a person rather than blood.

Farmingathome

And you see me there,

over stretcher in the hospital

don't you even care,

how you make my heart whittle

on the beds of sorrow,

holding my last breathe a little

there may not be tomorrow,

still my soul loves you until it go tittle

the world is in emergency

billion doctors are at skill

they just ask us to stay home

we don't even need any pill

Netflix, Prime and many more

every genre is now thrill

this week gonna be joy

let's quarantine and chill

Deep down within all we are still trying to forget someone.