A Place For Your Head

Sometimes in life, tragedy strikes. It may be unforeseen and sudden, or it may be expected, yet still too sudden and all the more painful. In such circumstances, it’s often for the sake of our near and dear ones that we feel that we have to be strong, when we see our near and dear ones break down and we feel that we shouldn’t, not in front of them, we feel that we have to be a sort of a rock for them, some solid stable land to stand on.

But no matter how much you want to, holding things within yourself, to control all your emotions for the sake of others is not good unless you have a place for yourself, someone or even someplace where you can sit and let out your emotions, as for many of us, crying alone, with no one to hold on to, no one to talk to, is not the best thing, being alone sometimes only makes it worse.

So to all my close friends out there, the people nearest and dearest to me, you know who you are, and I just want you to know, I’m there for you.

Whenever you need a friend to talk to, to take your mind off things or to listen to what you have to say, to talk to you about stuff, I’m your man. Also, I know I often act like an idiot, I say and do stupid things, but then, just remember this, I may be a moron at times, but I’m your moron. Whenever I’m free, or whenever I can possibly get time out, I’ll be your friendly, neighbourhood, or rather cross-country confidant.

When the world is getting too heavy, rest your head near mine, tell me what’s on your mind, let me help if I can, and let me try even if I can’t. I may not always say the right things, or be able to deal with things the right way, be it because of whatever reason, but I always have and always will care.

The only sad part in all this is that I can’t be the vent for my parents, no matter how much I want, for these things move only one way, from kids to parents, and when parents are in need, they move into the comforting arms of their parents, so I know, even if my mom wants to, she won’t confide her deepest problems in me, but I can be that person for you, my friends, my sister and my love, for each one of you, I’m there and will be there for as long as I’m alive… a safe haven, a place for you to rest your head.

The night will reside

A lonesome sun sets on the horizon.
Fireflies come alive all over,
As people turn their lights on;
Yet amidst this light, the darkness of the night will reside,
With me and my heart, somewhere deep inside.

Trudging back home, under a purple sky,
Seeing happy couples all around,
I remember you, love, and wistfully sigh.
For, while you are away, the night will still reside,
With me and my heart, deep inside.

Then the phone rings, and as i answer the call,
I smile, as light spreads within me,
Moving away this pall.
As I hear your voice, I picture your smile,
And as twilight turns to day, I feel whole for a while.


P.S. this does not mean I'm feeling sad/upset about the situation. It's just that, while I do enjoy as much as i can, each and every day, it feels like there's something missing in all that fun. So even as I laugh and play during the day, my heart feels like as if its still stuck at the dawn, even as the dusk approaches.

Extraction

The lights appeared out of the dark; a sudden blinding illumination, unpleasant to the scurrying nightlife, yet very welcome to the lone figure waiting near the hill top. Allowing a smile to cross his face, he stood up, brushing off the dust of a day’s wait, eagerly anticipating the moment when those lights would reach him.

Stepping closer to the road, he began thinking on all that he’d left behind, all that he was about to regain soon, so very soon. Pictures flashed through his mind, of his wife, bidding him a teary farewell, worried about if he’d come back or not, his children looking up at him with that look of admiration, and that little bit of longing that each child has, of experiencing the ‘adventures’ their parents endure. But hopefully their longing wouldn’t be fulfilled…

The lights were closer now, winding their way up to where he was, a broad grin across his face, he thought, in about ten more minutes – BOOM! The entire hill vibrated with the force of the blow. Staggering back, he stared in shock at the flaming wreck that had been a car just moments ago, before his survival instincts kicked in, making him dive to the side of the road.

Had they seen him? He couldn’t be sure. But if they’d followed the car this far, they’d have a pretty good idea of where he was. Slinging the bag across his back, he grabbed his equipment case in one hand as he scrambled for the bunker of rocks he’d prepared for himself.

Taking a quick look around, he checked if everything was exactly as he’d left it.

Satisfied, he settled into position, preparing his equipment. Moments later, he heard the rumble of approaching engines, so damn close, it’s like they waiting for the team, which meant that they had already known where he would be. But he didn't have time for speculating on that now.

Sliding the magazine into place; he waited, a grim look on his face. This was going to be one long night.

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