Hate to say this but " Good bye to all and will miss all of you !!!"

With a Blink of my eye,
I stand here empty and hollow,
Hearing the echoes of mirth,
With different faces from past three years

Merciless time truly is a master
Turns my present to past
Cascaded emotions spread the warmth
Of my tear of farewell on my skin.

Good bye Friends, Good bye Syracuse
May the future awaits and destiny bind us again

Life lingers on a thin rope

News of departure leaves a heavy heart and especially the ones leaving from this world is quite saddening. So unfair that life’s intransigence to live a minute longer is destined by this figurative dressed in Black Robe. Metaphorically we are mere paramours longing to fulfill all our furtive desires before we are expelled from the stage. While reading William Shakespeare‘s “All worlds is a stage” in my 8th grade which describes entrances and exits of players, I dint realize there are few who have short roles to play , the few who never get to experience their second childhood as in the poem. RIP to all those who left us early with loaded memoirs.

Misinterpreted relationships

I question myself why few relationships enter our lives, entwine and yet fade away without a trace. It merely leaves behind the scars of those fondled memories, a moment of pensive and mysterious dearth of where it all started and a sudden trail to its end. It’s different when standing on the brim of a relationship where things narrow down to either we take it or abandon it. The tough part begins when investing years of acknowledged dependence that aggravation and intolerance takes over. Most times I am inclined to blame myself with the brooch of being naïve to elucidate further or may be the simple things that I ignore to rant becomes the cause for this disintegration. To put an end to my reasoning on this blog, complication and misinterpretation are separated by a thin line, and resolving the first part is tumultuous but the latter is never credulous.

Unprecedented !!

My brain feels claustrophobic right now, copious thoughts gushing at the same time in different tones like the wild waters hitting from each pebble to humungous rocks, taking diversions fluctuating from its norm. Simple issues made complicated .Is that how life nurture’s us to face all mood swings. I guess the supreme power has carved a cordial injustice crafting the human brain in such fashion that it sometimes tricks our fidelity towards our grey cells.

My mind in pursuit of serenity,
As my thoughts have become vagrant.
I indubitably dread that it is the reminiscence of a scourge.
Wedging my regimented surge of credence.
Is it me? Or is it my conscience
That I censure my ignorance to be
The rationale for these vacillations.

Confusing times ! looking back already

Wow, confusing times lately. Funny how scary, yet thrilling it is when that line between right and wrong blurs, convention goes out the window, and morals are thrown to the wind. As exciting as it is now, though, one knows as well that soon must come a choice to be rendered there must first be a cloud, second a storm, and finally the rainbow.

It didn’t occur to me then that storms are cyclical. There are bright days, there are dark days, then there are days that are just kind of overcast and you’re not really certain what’s going to happen. Or how you feel. And even after the rainbow, eventually it’s going to storm again. Someday. Three, four, five months from now.
I find myself laden with vulnerability in recent days. I woke up one day and couldn’t get a certain memory out of my head. And it kept wearing on me, slipping into my thoughts at the worst times, stealing some of the mental resources that I needed to be devoting to the task at hand to use to force the images out. And eventually, it wore me down enough. Just enough.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.