THEN

In conversation with: the boy who dwells in feasibility of if and when

To the boy who dwells in feasibility of if and when

As adorable as you write

Let’s give a break to that overthinking mind

Untangling this web of possibilities

I sarcastically try to write.

THEN

Every baby born would be equally cherished

The skies would be flooded with shooting stars

The wizarding world is true!! Didn’t you get your letter?

The terrace would be congested and look ugly too

Science and religion won’t be at loggerheads and would conjure miracles methodically

That would be an aesthetically abrupt reply nah!

The population density of India is 457/km²  . FORGET BOTH!!

The illusion of Privacy achieved!

The wind would become partial to humidity and woman.

All the bright and the dark would merge

Better beings in becoming!! Heaven forbid!

The earth would glow

We would be harum- scarum .

You would in reality reap all that you sowed

The world would be a beautifully lazy place.

There would be no crime committed or judgments passed.

There would be no currency to trade.

Our’s is a horribly mismatched one.

Hope this helps !

The dancer and her master!

Ah.. look there she soars
High above, getting caught in the tallest trees
They do shelter her from time to time
But he,
he creates the perfect currents coaxing her out
How could he let her go ?
Whoosh... Sometimes fierce...
Rustle.. Sometimes smooth
He is her Master and she his dancer.

He knows
He know that he holds her string ..
So he blows and she  flow
It's only for his beats she dances
On his waves she sails
Luring many souls
Who in vain try to win over her
But she .. smarter slithers out
Flowing  to that solitary tone of his.
She flows as he blow ..
He blows and she flows ..
Leaving a trail of hearts broken..

For She is an unhinged kite and he her wind ..