The Sprout Tree

So goes the day, the day where you had your high and lows.
Did i learn anything today? Have i become more patient today?
I've experienced bliss today, experienced anxiety as well.
 Like a flower through a day, i have had my harsh sun and then
cool breeze.
 I've become more patient. Have become more imaginative.

Imagination sprouts patience.
And Patience sprouts vengeance.
Vengeance then sprouts memories
 and then memories sprout patience.

Peep Hole dilemma. Fiction only.

Some one at the door, knocking. I have my hot water for the coffee boiling on the heater. The light from the
hallway is falling to the kitchen and on the door. The knocking stops. All i wanted was to come back home and make a coffee and may be share it with my neighbor, if his timing was perfect. Perfect to be there, while i open my door to put that tissue in the basket outside. But, who is at the door now?

And probably that bastard is peeping through that door hole. He can't see me. May be i can hide. And play with his time. I remember peeping through other doors. I have never peeped through my own door. I should. Once a hot blow of air hit my eye, while peeping.That did hurt. Many of the doors had that peep hole lens fallen off. Mine had none too.I always half-felt that i'd find someone dancing naked in there. Standing in-front of the mirror, naked, like i sometimes did. That's not why i look though. I just want to see that which cannot be seen otherwise.

Now there is a second ring of the door bell. This one is persistent. I have always helped someone when it is needed.
It was only yesterday that i gave the water bottle i kept for the night, to the guy who moved in last night in the room opposite.I am not stone hearted. But why is this guy still at the door.?  And god forbid let it not be a girl. I'm not in the mood today. The hot water for my coffee is still boiling. I can pick the coffee powder and spoon from the kitchen cupboard now.And make that coffee.But the door bell is still ringing.


The problem, you see, is that the nearest piece of cloth, a towel, is on the bed in the hall. And the way to get there is, possibly all out in the view, the peep hole offered. And lastly i love to make my coffees naked, not everyday, but every other day. And i don't want, what the guy outside might have half-felt, come true for him.



PS: Please it's a work of fiction. I dress tip top, while i make my coffee. Every other day.

Freedom from that Misconception

The day the rabbit realised that
 his big ears are not there
 for others to grab and pick him up easily. 
He leaped.
 He leaped so high that he reached
 the Moon and stayed there for ever.
 Above everyone and everything.