the tiny Architect

Today morning I came out of my house to smell some light.
I looked up at the skies, they were dressed blue with elegant white patterns on top of it. Then slightly down, I looked at my neighbouring Baker building, they immediately connected with my soul, as they always do. And then I looked at the tall papaya tree standing in front of my door, she was happily waiting to gift me with her small fruits.
Then I thought, "The blue skies, the red bricks and the green leaves are the best combinations and they blend perfectly with each other".
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After a while, in between the papaya tree and the extended arch wall from my porch, I found a small yellow leaf dancing in the air. I walked near it, and I observed a tiny spider building her web. I stood there curiously, admiring her consistency. Her action reminded me of "King Bruce and the Spider", a bedtime story that used to love listening to when I was a kid.  Then I said to myself, "she is working hard, unlike you. She is building it all alone without any machine to regulate the wind movement or any dangerous weapons to protect her web from other animals, especially humans". I laughed immediately and added, "maybe she is not smart like us".
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Then I noticed the pattern of the web, no line looked alike, they were not straight, they were not perfect, but they were "real". I wondered and said, " I think, even she wouldn't be able to create the same pattern again". Saying that, I looked up at the skies,  they were all white now, with some blue patches. The old patterns faded away, creating something fresh again.
Catching a glimpse of this I felt, everything in nature is temporary,  the sky, the tree, the spider web and the Baker building.
Looking again at the spider I said, "Maybe she knew it before humans.
Or maybe we humans knew it before, but we are just ignoring it.
Or maybe we think we are smart enough to cheat nature".
Then I paused for a while and asked, "Are we not a part of this nature!!!
does it mean, we are cheating our own selves?"
I felt the danger.
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Suddenly, my smartphone started screaming.
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So I went back to my artificial world and posted it on social media.

-the tiny Architect

my LIGHT

He silently entered my darkroom.

He painted it in light colours. 

He showed me how beautiful my room could look.

I got down my bed,  took some bright colours and joined him. 

I was painting for the whole day silently, without any thought or emotion. 

I went deep into the colours that I didn't notice him leaving.

After a while, I turned back to him proudly.

But I didn't find him in my room.

I searched for him again and again and again,

But I didn't find him anywhere.

Then I said to myself, " He left... leaving your room dark again". 

I tried painting it again, for the whole night,  with disturbing thoughts and emotions.

I saw the room becoming darker than before.

I was tired.  My body started to pain,  so did my soul. 

I sat down on the floor helpless,
looking at the opening through which he entered earlier.
silently waiting for him to come back,
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and the next day,
he did.
To paint me again with Joy.

"my LIGHT"