The Strange Bond...

Almost three decades of breathing life in this world, decades of witnessing coarse despair and littlest of miracles, I wonder at the rate the determination clock actually runs! I have noticed nothing much that the yesteryear's generation must have. I am yet fully convinced that I am not far away from 'saturation'.

The laughter, joy, apparent love (that's in the air among kids around us) is all but at the mercy of tempting wealth and tantalizing beauty called alcohol. Just one fine day, I get a call and someone tells me, "....my girlfriend was out without information?" I ask him where he was and he promptly says, "At the pub.....had a great time ....got sloshed". A logical question is "Then why will she bear with you?" The again "why? should she not stop him?".

I read, I hear and I witness, employees and bosses getting into arguments in a situation so aptly described as 'under influence of alcohol'. I fail to understand the reason behind the destruction we cause ourselves for experiencing 'wild fun'. I am afraid of the evenings now; I walk back home and I fear others. I wasn't this way some 3 years back. I then stop to think "am I getting old?".

I don't understand why I make you friends read such absurd posts but I just can't help it. There seems to be very little good to write. At the thought of that, I smile thinking about the little miracles life holds like my friend's son has started calling me MAAAACHHI (Auntie). To think positive in midst of so much of chaos and misery is difficult. However, I realize the real essence of life is in its struggles, because without them we can never distinguish the good from the bad, love from hatred and cherish the beauty around us.

The Makeover

A little girl, growing up in the spirited and overprotective world of her family, giving in for quite a few years to their choices and then one day breaking free. She flew past with hopes of making her own destiny, doing her duties and letting go of small dreams. Yes, she dreamed of being someone unique, doing unique and even thinking unique. She found early love, but was a pain disguise. She found yet another love that showed her the potential she held within, she found in him 'the other she that she could have been'. They shared laughter, tears, torments, dreams, wish-lists, food, rain, hunger, anger and probably everything that made it almost complete. Yet, circumstances made her part ways and recline to a world she thought she would never belong to.

She made her choice, she won't give up, she will find a way to hold on. She held on to her faith that someday, if some afterlife exists, she will be complete with success, choices and love regained. She vowed her life and loyalty to her spouse. Her spouse being the only one who has ever loved her unconditionally. He holds conditions for a better living, higher thinking and making no mistakes. For his love she survives, dreams, and writes. They argue, they abuse, they laugh, they cry  but they love their love. She realized only after tying the knot that she has transformed into someone she can't understand but someone who is not afraid of anything anymore. She loves this about her now. She wants to pass on her knowledge of experiences to a new soul, whether born to her or another.

Is this a common story? Is this such a reality that we don't pay respect to even a thought at it? Is it always for the good? Yes, when life starts it does not guarantee happiness. It is we within who make every moment what we want it to be. Do we understand where we should bar ambitions, dreams and happiness? Now, if all are allowed to live their own thoughts, then most of us will become anti-social, agreed. Full stop. I guess it is a never ending process of loss and gain.

"Sealed"

An unexpressed joy,

A frozen thought,
An unaccomplished moment;
None more fruitful than,
The yearned for Choice.

The enclosure in an envelop,
The pervading darkness,
Glimpses of a nightmare;
None more fearful than,
A day's thought on Future.

Abandoning path,
Making an uncommon Reality,
Driving into endless horizons;
Yet more achieving than,
The Mother's birth !

"The Recycling"

The winding ways of a terrain unknown,
Blessings from strangers,
Knowing not why new blooms smile,
The older ones mock at me!

I have left the Thought,
I have waived off my right,
Aggression for a simple security,
Lord not beside me!

When I live the afterlife,
May my voice be loud,
May the shadows of the life left,
Pass by like the year's seasons.