The lady

The stars twinkle. The waters gleam in the pale moonlight. The woods whisper, speaking in a tongue long forgotten by mankind. The hills in the distant stand severe, almost as if they were guarding these ancient lands. Amidst all this walks a lonely lady, almost unaware of the world around her.

Her footfalls are heard by none. The leaves that she walks on, remain untouched. The winds don't seem to touch her. The moonlight just shines off her, bathing her in its strange light. 

He follows her every move closely. Unseen by others, he makes her the prey. With feline grace he follows in her footsteps. However, his every footfall leaves a mark behind. It's as if he belongs to this world, whereas she does not.
The moonlight dances on her skin. Beautiful as a pearl, to the man she seems. Her strangeness, magnifies her beauty, in his eyes. 

She pauses, looking over at the gargantuan body of water stretching around for miles, right in front of her. He pauses too. There is not a soul to be seen around anywhere, not a sound to be heard. The water is eerie in its calmness.
The hunter, with fear in his heart, looks at his object of desire. He lets out a warning cry but, knows that he is too late. Without even a glance around, she takes a plunge into the lake. The man's cries pierce the deadly silence. Yet even the heart rendering scream cannot touch the strange eeriness of the lake and it remains as still as death. 

Conversations

Me: Tell me the meaning of life.

She: *Stares at me, not saying a word.*

Me: I know that you know about it. You're one of the few enlightened beings on this planet. I see you stare at the heavens above often-times and communicate with the stars.

She: *Looks away, then continues to stare at me.*

Me: Why won't you tell me? Is it because I haven't questioned the stars enough?

She: *Closes her eyes.*

Me: I don't want in depth analysis of things, just a simple answer.

She: *Scratches her ears*

Me: I know I'm only human, I want to know. Life is so complicated. Yet, you're always so content. Pray, tell me your secret.

She: *Half opens her eyes, gives me a contemptuous look and shuts them again*

Me: You know how they theorize about 42 being the ultimate answer to all life's questions. If that is the case, do you know what the question is? I've asked everyone, they are all unsure of it. When Douglas Adams wrote about it, he didn't divulge the question. Do you know? 

She: *Doesn't open her eyes*

Me: No, you cannot sleep until you give me an answer. This slumber shalt be interrupted.

She: *Snorts, jumps off my bed, and goes and sleeps on my mother's bed*

Thus ended my highly enlightening conversation with my doggy on the mysteries of life. Well, atleast I tried.

The Roller-coaster ride.

Imagine that you're on a roller-coaster. Not a roller-coaster of life, but something a little more, sinister. It's the kind of a ride where there is darkness around and yet there are moments of illumination. You've frankly no idea where you're headed. You've gotten onto a roller-coaster, but where it will take you, is anybody's guess. The roller-coaster gives you your own maneuverability. You can take control of it, stop it wherever, get off anytime you want to. However, you're inclined to just sit behind and let it take whatever course it wants to.
    You see the faces of the people you pass by, but none of them interests you. Not even one, holds your attention for a while. Deep down, somewhere really deep down, you know what it is that you're looking for. However, it's nowhere to be found.
    There are images in your head, of Utopian kinds, enough to cause envy even to the angels above. The kind that are fire-branded in your head and no matter where you look, it's those images that keep coming back to you. You know that all you have to do is look beyond the obvious and find those places, but the languor that has set it in, keeps you from it.
    You know that you need a spark, a certain something that'll shake you from your listlessness and force you to take charge of that roller-coaster. It'll sneak up on you one fine day, and before you realize it, it'll engulf you and rejuvenate you from within. When that day comes, is when all the highs and the lows on your roller-coaster ride will cease to matter. All that will matter, is steering your cart in that direction. All that will matter is reaching that destination. It is only then, that the castles that you've built in the air, will finally find a spot on the ground.