The Dumbeldore Cabbie

People...they're all around you. Souls passing you by...staying...leaving…straying. Some, filling those empty pieces of your lives puzzle…some breaking them apart as though they were never yours…and some arriving...just for a bliss set of moments...but changing the moments after. Today I found such a soul. A soul whose aura seemed so pure, that it made me calm even in the most distressing moment. Drenched…legs filled with mud... blinding headlights...and no way home. Wet, hassled people scrambling for a taxi...as I watched on..in vain. 10mins...15...25...nothing. Angels come with no warning to those in need...and there he was...my 'Dumbeldore Cabbie' as I now fondly call him. A long white beard, shiny bald head, soft doe eyes, and wrinkled long fingers...my Dumbeldore Cabbie took me home. The ride home wasn't anything close to eventful for me to regard him as my angel. We did not exchange any words...but as they say…silence speaks the loudest. He drove in silence while I noticed...noticed how his old age showed in his eyes a tough life, building a story in my inner mind...about his past...his present...about how at that age he drove around strangers making them reach their desired destination...about why he was still driving them around...was it obligation? Or just plain simple will? Oh how I prayed for the latter. The whole situation seemed so very ironic, as I never miss an opportunity to fight with a taxi driver! And here I was...sitting in that taxi...the window reflecting light through water droplets...and my mind putting this aged man on a pedestal related with the spiritual world. No explanation for this feeling...no answer as to why...just his aura…and his eyes in the rear view mirror. They spoke. Spoke a story that made me feel so emotional...that my own insanity confused me. Home was near...but the feeling was far from gone. As he stopped on my request...I pulled out my wallet and couldn't get myself to ask him the usual 'kitna hua'...instead...saw the price on the digital meter..gave him the amount...and said thank you…weighing all my thoughts into those 2 words...his solemn welcome and nod left me warm...the cold rain that had me shivering was overpowered by the warmth of my Dumbeldore Cabbie. I questioned myself all that way home...questioned myself as I removed my wallet....question myself now...about my very own Dumbeldore. How do souls make an impact on you without knowledge of their past or present? ...how do souls leave behind a part of them within you? ...how do souls deserve so much space in your thoughts? Is it the walls they break down for you to enter...or is it your own walls...that falter when overpowered by serenity....

Gaia,The bomb and I

I stood there, the road was deserted,

the streets were wet with tears the skies had cried,

Faint lights glistened against the surface of the uneven, worn-down road;

the only brightness in the gloomy grey.

i stared as the world pulled me close, the streets magnetic force pulling me into the depths of darkness.

I sat down and ran my fingers against the uneven surface of the wet floor.

I closed my eyes, feeling each bump, each rift, each crack against my skin.

I could almost feel the blood that had seeped into the cracks so many times.

I was wet i didn't care.

I was drenched in tears that the world had cried.

I was drenched in my own.

together our tears had united.

at this moment, when we were both at our lowest, we became one.

she had been damaged by civilization,

I had been damaged by humans.

she had lost love,

so had I.

she was exhausted,

I was tired.

but she still held my hand,

she still kissed my soul,

she gave me love and asked for nothing in return.

I cried that night with her,

we wept together.

she held me close,

I told her my secrets.

I told her about how human beings had let me down,

she told me, how her babies, her children had let her down.

I told her how my heart was trampled on,

she told me how her heart was burning black, turning to ashes.

I told her how i didn't think i could trust again,

she told me to trust in her.

she held me close that night,

I let myself go.

I gave her all of me,

she held me tight,

and as she held my soul

I held hers back and promised,

promised, to be the bright lights on the road.

promised, to be the sun after the storm.

promised, to love, give love, combat hate with love and not expect any in return.

love given is love got.

she told me she would always hold me close,

I promised to never forget,

she told me to believe,

I promised to never lose faith,

she dusted her knees, wiped my tears,

I smiled and took my first step,

finally i felt alive and i knew what i needed to do.

life is all about the connections

I have to let myself connect

and love always.