Roses are remarked as the flower of love. Each of its colour is associated with different emotions and feelings. Everytime I try to touch and feel the soft petals, thorns in its stalk hurt my fingers, I wish to see the flower, see how the thorns protect the petals, touch and immerse in its fragrance of loveless love.
Water that flows with the flow attuning it’s shapeless shape, acclimating the situation like wind, stones and tremendous rocks. The incalculable characteristic of water that’s holy sometimes, disastrous sometimes, it’s turbidity, it’s essentiality and facts from people startle me. I wanna see how water bodies look, they how run across places and territories with no bounds.
Braille books, my mum, tutor and everyone I meet say it’s better to be blind like me as they see nothing but humans of various shades, of differential unpredictable colours, they say that they change shades, shed skin. I can feel the presence of humans I still wish to see them with eyes to check if they really look like (d)evils.
Dreams, limits, heights are often collated with Sky. People admire the vast blanket when it’s bright, dull, hazy, grey, cloudless, colourful and at all other moods, for one like me who had never seen colours, never stepped out of the dark/black world, sky’s beautiful elements like rainbow, comets, stars, shooting stars fascinate me. Wish I could gaze and goggle at it as everyone does.
They refuse to see, don’t mind to observe, they overlook and pass by with the pace of the sphere. The one who can’t glimpse the world, can’t see the smallest elements of nature would know the worth of every inch of the surrounding. I wish to admire the world with eyes not just with ears.
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