Maya vanished into the deep blue agitating waves. She couldn't see the agony around. She could not breathe anymore, the filthy air..full of tears, death, pain, horror. She couldn't do anything but choose to be a part of 'nothingness' and call her brave or I don't know. May be a coward. She didn't care if she would be called names, if she would be remembered or forgotten like a rotten leaf. She just wanted to leave unnoticed.
She was a peculiar girl. Someone who wanted to see things through her actual lenses, her eyes. But how could she do that when the whole world was busy in painting a dark, grim picture around her. She always had a thing for the unseen. She wanted to build her life around a spider, watch it create its web. Complicated. Although much better seeing a man dying of hunger, a child beaten to death, a woman stripped off her self esteem, a bird caged to death, a puppy crying to find its lost mother. A spider was better. Enthusiastic atleast, just building something. In the circle of life it just entangles itself, one goal as it works for-survival.
She lost the spider when her fellow neighbor wiped few last traces of the web, called it 'dirty'. But she thought 'he' was dirty, inhuman rather. Someone who could not appreciate life and its small healthy world. Though short, everyone has a right to live, love and work. She wanted to just leave the place. Maya loved journeys but she was conflicted too. She wanted to take care of her belongings, her bloodlines back at home. She couldn't do both. She choose to wander for a while. Find some meaning to better hers and others life. She believed in a higher power that could take take care of her loved ones, once she left them.
'Maya' as her name suggests was illusionary. That's what I loved about her. She was never predictable. She wanted to dive into the seas without knowing how to swim. She wanted to jump off a cliff without a support. She wanted to hold her breathe for long enough to turn blue. She wanted to lie on green grass under the blue sky for hours, stagnant. She wanted to capture every speck of nature in her lenses...through her eyes, fill her ever expanding heart with memories. Eat nothing, drink nothing but live with a hope to live. She desired too much but was also aware of her limitations. She wanted to break free.
Maya couldn't find a place of her dream. Every piece of land was occupied by crafty men. The water in the ocean seemed polluted. She could not sustain her urge to dream. She could not be a spectator to floating bodies in water. She was choked to be a part of burnt grass under a dark sky. She wanted to be hopeful. She succumbed to her own insecurities about nature. She was foolish. Maya was foolish. She still wanted to find that spider, engrossed in its own web. May be she wanted to be a part of a better web, a tangled life in a crafty web was not for her. She choose otherwise. She choose to be a part of her own memories. She choose to be a shadow. May be Maya found more in her shadows that in flesh and blood. May be she was happy. May be.
She was a peculiar girl. Someone who wanted to see things through her actual lenses, her eyes. But how could she do that when the whole world was busy in painting a dark, grim picture around her. She always had a thing for the unseen. She wanted to build her life around a spider, watch it create its web. Complicated. Although much better seeing a man dying of hunger, a child beaten to death, a woman stripped off her self esteem, a bird caged to death, a puppy crying to find its lost mother. A spider was better. Enthusiastic atleast, just building something. In the circle of life it just entangles itself, one goal as it works for-survival.
She lost the spider when her fellow neighbor wiped few last traces of the web, called it 'dirty'. But she thought 'he' was dirty, inhuman rather. Someone who could not appreciate life and its small healthy world. Though short, everyone has a right to live, love and work. She wanted to just leave the place. Maya loved journeys but she was conflicted too. She wanted to take care of her belongings, her bloodlines back at home. She couldn't do both. She choose to wander for a while. Find some meaning to better hers and others life. She believed in a higher power that could take take care of her loved ones, once she left them.
'Maya' as her name suggests was illusionary. That's what I loved about her. She was never predictable. She wanted to dive into the seas without knowing how to swim. She wanted to jump off a cliff without a support. She wanted to hold her breathe for long enough to turn blue. She wanted to lie on green grass under the blue sky for hours, stagnant. She wanted to capture every speck of nature in her lenses...through her eyes, fill her ever expanding heart with memories. Eat nothing, drink nothing but live with a hope to live. She desired too much but was also aware of her limitations. She wanted to break free.
Maya couldn't find a place of her dream. Every piece of land was occupied by crafty men. The water in the ocean seemed polluted. She could not sustain her urge to dream. She could not be a spectator to floating bodies in water. She was choked to be a part of burnt grass under a dark sky. She wanted to be hopeful. She succumbed to her own insecurities about nature. She was foolish. Maya was foolish. She still wanted to find that spider, engrossed in its own web. May be she wanted to be a part of a better web, a tangled life in a crafty web was not for her. She choose otherwise. She choose to be a part of her own memories. She choose to be a shadow. May be Maya found more in her shadows that in flesh and blood. May be she was happy. May be.
