Fall’s bloom

 A new hope only generates when a new thought comes to your mind. You start making scenarios and so do you create characters and dialogues and what not. When it slowly starts taking place in your daily life and once it is all around you it will than affect you alot. A little hope makes you wonder that it is all real for a moment and the gush of reality slap you harder.

Nobody gives you false hope but you only. The characters in your mind start speaking to you through dreams. Even holding a cup of coffee makes you feel their hand. Well you must be thinking I am only talking about romantic feelings or love and stories.

Well it also happens when you are surrounded with hypocrites. It can be your friend, your neighbour or maybe your relative sometimes your own brother and sister. They malign your thought so that you can think what they want you to think of. And sometimes they play such dirty games that you often never believe it’s them.

Such games I usually call “when blood becomes water, even the knife turns into swords.” A loop created with lie and non factual things often mislead the human who listen to it. I often never pay heed to it but sometimes it definitely let you sit down and think about it.

For me fall is all about sadness and agony; and I am pretty sure some of you might not agree with me. Well to be honest this season is more photogenic and the pictures come very aesthetic. Some of you must believe in notion of after the fall there is promised spring.

But the falling apart makes me feel sad, it always says to me to be ready for harsh winter. The cold winds, no life, hibernation and what not.

The face of the truth is often heavy and it usually comes with a price. Some do take it wisely and some take it as excuse to play more games. Well those people often led a miserable life; broken relationships, left alone at the end and most importantly they themselves know how manipulative they are.

People often with roses in their hand, love in their heart are left lonely. As they are the ones who believe in to giving and expect very less. Every saint has a follower but saint itself wait for his beloved to come and see.

My heart was a room full of love but now it is left with a void. I tried to give this love to the one who deserve but again I have to wait little more for the perfect beloved I want. The red moon will surely be blue or full or there will be no moon all winter but after that there will be a ray of hope. The first sunshine after long harsh winter.