"Precipice"

The echoing sounds of events past,
The scorching heat of the known day;
The rattling noise of the future ahead,
The non-succumbing Hope;
All in the making of an epic yet untold.

An acceptance of a kind,
A salvation of another;
To the world of murderers,
A victim of mankind;
Living with the spirit of the Lord unseen.

Trampling through the oaks of time,
Ruminating and pondering of deformation;
Known to the very few,
One in the generation;
Stood on the Precipice-

Belonging to a whole new kind!

"Truth"

No words of wisdom,
No words of self pity;
But words of truth,
That I never spoke to Thee.

Console I did,
Walked out forever;
Swept past a paradise of mirage,
Content I rest now.

Hoped to see Thee,
I did;
Wished it would have been a little while ago,
With your arms stretched for me.

Some miracles happen,
And I happened to you,
Like you did to me;
And we were never to happen.

I am happy that we are happy,
Some after-life we shall be;
As of now-
I bring a soul whole heartedly,
Who could be,
My ultimate gift to me!

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.