Contagious

I did not see it coming

as I turned the corner.

You came out of nowhere

and I was infected.

I could not keep it

I didn't want to.

He was unaware that

he was the next victim.

It was early morning

I did not desire it.

Last evening was enough

I had more than I needed.

Its contagious

I have already passed it.

The next person is lucky

he didn't sleep all night.

It made its way 

through the day.

It traveled through the city

it returned to me at night.

I could feel it coming up

I wanted to suppress.

I have work to do

I don't want it anymore.

This yawn is infecting

me and making me lazy.

I wish you hadn't given it to me

I wish I wasn't sleepy.

I'll find my way?

Its dark and its gloomy. The road is never ending. Its been hours since I've been walking. 


All day long there was a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Now it has all come true. I don't know what is happening. I couldn't care less about it. But why am I sad? I don't know. Everything seems to be falling down. The buildings are crumbling and my life is too. What is the reason? I don't know. It all  happened so fast, I didn't even have a chance to blink.


Now what do I do? I don't know. Its all messed up, its complicated. I can't find the right path. How hard can it be to light a match and light a candle. Its hard enough. The sky is dark and the rain is black. The earth beneath my feet seems to be slipping slowly. I try to hold on to everything I had but its all out of my grip before I can think. When did all these paths intersect my way? I never saw them coming. Am I blind? Or am I lost? There is no more a destiny to look to and no path to follow. Its all wilderness now.


How can this be the end? Its my fairy tale and it can't end now. I'm not ready to let it go. I can make it up all again and go back to the way I remember. This story is never ending, I'll make sure it is. I won't give up. A minute before I was happy, I don't know where it all went. I have to find it and get it back. Its going to be hard I know but I'll still try. This darkness is oppressing, will I ever find my way out? Suddenly my strength is fading away and so am I. This is too hard, I can't do it. I'm giving up, I'm embracing the blackness, I'm going away. I'm dying.

Scarlett

The name 'Scarlett' may not mean a lot to many people, but to all those who have read 'Gone With The Wind' by Margaret Mitchell know what this name carries within itself.


Scarlett is blood.
Our heroine, Scarlett O'Hara witnessed the gore of the American Civil War and survived it. She not only saw the killings but also killed a 'Yankee' to save her beloved plantation, Tara. She got through all the hardships of the war to see another day and win over another situation.


Scarlett is passion.
She is passionate about life. Hardships, poverty, war or death nothing can drive away her deep love for life. Nothing defeats her, nothing can keep her down. She might be thrown down by life but she embraces it right back without flinching.


Scarlett is perseverance.
War, 3 failed marriages, death of father, mother and child, loss of love...no situation is capable of keeping Scarlett down. She goes from one day to the other following the simple motto - "I'll think about it tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day."

Scarlett is an idol.                                   
Scarlett O'Hara is one of the most powerful fictional character in English literature. She has become a symbol of feminine strength for women of all generations and from all over the world. Her characters stubbornness to always fight for what she wants and of never giving up on her dreams has made her the idol that she is.

A Week

Sunday
I woke up on the bed and watched you sleep on the couch. Why do we have to fight?
Breakfast was a quite affair and so was the whole day. I went to do my work and you stayed. You watched sports as dinner was made. I went to sleep on the bed and watched you sleep on the couch.


Monday
We were late because we didn't wake each other up. Are we still fighting?
Breakfast was a rush. You wanted to say something but I ran out the door. Your came back to an empty home. I don't remember what happened because you were already asleep when I came back.


Tuesday
We woke up side by side but no words were spoken. We didn't get late today. I don't remember what the fight was about. I came back early, made dinner but we didn't eat together because I had work to finish. I remember you were smiling as you slept, was your day good?


Wednesday
I woke up with a smile, our hands were entwined. Did we make up last night? You didn't say anything. I gave you a smile but I think yours was forced. Today was event-less. I wanted to end this silence but could I? We went to bed together, we held each other, but still no words.


Thursday
I woke up to an empty house. You didn't leave a note. I was worried all day. The home was empty when I returned. Where were you? I was about sleep when the doorbell rang. You came in and went to bed. You didn't give me a chance to say anything. That night I didn't sleep.


Friday
You seemed altered today. You were smiling and you said good morning too. If it wasn't workday I would have never left you. I came back home and there you were. You had made dinner and we chatted all night long. But we never spoke of our fight. Why was that?


Saturday
I woke up alone in our bed. Last night seemed a dream after the week of silence. You came out the other room and gave me the smile I was looking for. You led me to the room and I saw what you were doing all week. I could see all our time together in front of me. You whispered the magic words in my ear, it had been so long since I heard them. Then you added the question I never thought you were gonna ask. I was overwhelmed and unable to answer. You didn't wait for me to speak and swept me off my feet. I wan't aware there was more to know of you but I was surprised that day. That day we promised each other a life together. 

Waiting

Under the tree she waits for him.

Its been days now.

Day and night are the same now.

She on the road, waiting for the bus.

She has to get away.

She does not know where this road goes.

She's at the door, its not opening.

She's been standing for hours.

The window is closed.

She is tired.

The stairs are not ending.

She wants to sit down now.

She's in the dark, waiting for morning.

The sun is not coming up.

It has lost its way.

She was walking.

The storm is here but she doesn't know.

Time has stopped.

Sitting on the rock she waits for the future.

Her past is beside her.

The present is absent.

She's been waiting,

for it to began, for it to end.

She's stuck in the middle.