Sunday, January 30, 2005

The story of life

And then, there are times, when you realise you have to move on. And leave everything behind.

Behind, as if it were never there. You need to bury the memories of those times. The times whose memories you thought that you would never leave behind. Memories that would never fade away. Sometimes, memories don’t need to fade away, they just need to be kept away.

And it is in these changing times that you need to keep away the mental photographs you have clicked. Hundreds of rolls of images in your mind. Images of how you lived life within those memories. The images that tell your story. The story that shall now be forbidden.

And putting the old story behind you, you need to get ready. To start a new story. The story of your life.

Exciting times left behind for the enticing times ahead.


Friday, January 28, 2005

The promise of spring

So surreal
Almost unreal
The appearance
Of the tulips
And the promise
Of spring



They bring
With them
Hope
Of a new beginning
With the beauty
Of white around green



Thanks to Diva Drip for this beautiful and inspiring picture.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Silver lining

Today, the setting sun divided the sky into two halves. These two halves had two very different colours. They spoke of the division of night and day. These divisions metaphorically meant many things to many people. But all I could see was the silver lining.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Current undercurrent

Boom.

And the memories come flooding back. Just like they happened yesterday. And yesterday does not seem far away.

In reality it is. And I know it is.

But it does not seem far away. And it is the past that somehow keeps me going. Keeps me going, towards the future. And the future is not a distant dream, but a reality waiting to happen. A reality that is inevitable. And the inevitability strikes you out of nowhere. And you do not expect it. And it is the unexpected that brings the surprise to our minds. The surprise that leads you to the place that you have wanted to tread, but have not been able to. And the treading of that place is something that you would have thought that you might not experience. And when you experience it, you realize that there is much more to that, than you expect in life. And when the unexpected happens you realize that everything is not what it seems.

And that is the beauty of life.


Thursday, January 20, 2005

Between

There exists a place called 'between'.

'Between' is in the middle of here and there. It is also in the middle of this and that.

The first time I reached 'between', she hit me out of nowhere. I didn't know or plan to be in 'between', but somehow I just landed up there. It is strange, the places where life takes you. Sometimes expected, most of the time unexpected. And when the unexpected happens, the myth of 'between' becomes a reality. A reality that you may or may not want to face, but you have to. And so, 'between' begins to exist.

And thus is born 'grey'.

'Grey' is 'between' black and white. It is also a place. It is a place in 'between'. It is the place you can see the most easily, and hence what you associate the most with 'between'.

But beware, what you see is not what you get.

I can feel myself reaching another 'between' very soon. 'Between' is also a place where things change. That is why it is in the middle of here and there. It is also in the middle of this and that. And in the middle of 'between' everything is black and white. And that is the irony of being in 'between'. It gives you the perspective of being in the middle, and being able to see things clearly, while in obscurity.

They say obscurity gives rise to confusion, but from 'between', confusion could have never been clearer. And it is in this clarity, that one takes a decision. And that decision is what remains, even when you are not in 'between' anymore. When you take a side. When you move to one of the sides. To here or there. Or this or that.

Things change. But 'between' continues to exist.


Sunday, January 16, 2005

Linger

The shadows lingered
A moment too long
In the background
Her memories reborn



Yesterday
Was a dream
Today
Is another day
Tomorrow
Is certain


Thursday, January 13, 2005

The first time

The sounds permeated through the walls and brought back memories of the first time.

Those memories linger like smoke rings and fade away. Only to be replaced by the next one and the next one. And as memory after memory spewed forth, restrained emotions surface. The restrained emotions surfacing, gave rise to thoughts that would not have otherwise occurred. The thoughts that would have not otherwise occurred, bring doubt to the mind. The doubt that came to the mind, tested the fragility of relationships. The fragility of relationships is what leads to the cracks in trust. The cracks in trust lead to distrust. Distrust leads to suspicion. Suspicion leads to distrust. Distrust causes cracks in trust. The cracks in trust test the fragility of relationships. When the fragility of relationships are tested, doubt comes to the mind. When doubt comes to the mind, thoughts that would have not otherwise occurred rise. With the rise of thoughts that would have not otherwise occurred, restrained emotions surface. As restrained emotions surface, memory after memory spews forth. Only to be replaced by the next one and the next one. Those memories linger like smoke rings and fade away.

The first time it happened, I said it would be the last time.

But it wasn’t.


Saturday, January 08, 2005

Another missed dawn

Another morning
Another missed
Dawn
But beauty
Captured



Beauty missed
Beauty captured
Dawn
Remains elusive
Again

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Mixing drinks

The drink mingled
With my thoughts
And my thoughts
Gave way
To my secrets



The clear drink
A perfect place
A hiding place
To create
New memories

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Train of thoughts

It was over now.

As he looked at the moving railway tracks, he thought of all that had passed in the past few days. It had been like living in a dream within a dream. He had never imagined that it would have been like this.

The chatter of the people around her floated past him. He was staring at the tracks and was hypnotised by them. A million thoughts went through his head; but they were all about what had happened over the last couple of weeks. He was a different person now.

His thoughts carried him back to the night when they were running down the path in the middle of the night. He remembered the scampering and the winding path, where they stopped midway because they realised that there was no one behind them.

* * *

She remembered the scampering and the winding path, where they stopped midway because they realised that there was no one behind them. Her thoughts carried her back to the night when they were running down the path in the middle of the night.

She was a different person now. A million thoughts went through her head; but they were all about what had happened over the last couple of weeks. She was staring at the tracks and was hypnotised by them. The chatter of the people around him floated past her.

She had never imagined that it would have been like this. It had been like living in a dream within a dream. As she looked at the moving railway tracks, she thought of all that had passed in the past few days.

It was over now.


Sunday, January 02, 2005

Back to the future

Memories fail
As he tries to recount
What he doesn’t know
The past
Slowly disappears
From the horizon
And the future
Approaches
Bright
And beautiful