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.

Longest weekend ever

Though it’s quintessential of me walking into my cube on a Monday morning with droopy eyes and reluctant morning wishes to everyone. This weekend has taken it to a next level where I felt I was sedated. Yes this has been my longest weekend with deprived dosage of my beauty sleep. Farewell dinners, gets togethers, bday parties and sleepless nights of debating on rational conversations, truce and confessions. Guess I am now an official member of trust at the 309’s.

For every new line I draw
My prudence is challenged
For every new line I cross
My prejudice is questioned
For all the lines I have drawn
My trust is ensured.

Goodbyes and farewells

I realized bidding farewell is the most convoluted feeling, not only with loved ones but even with the ones known for a short term. Today is one such day where I witnessed the gang of 8…with loaded memories, heart filled gifts and forlorn sighs let go of their beloved one. It deemed to me that good bye is the only word that is tagged with multitude of emotions. Well all goodbyes need not be the end but a beginning to a limpid and lasting relationship.

Recurring Dream

As I hear the final note of my lullaby (the last song from hootie and the blowfish from my IPOD) my world darkens for the day. I felt that I was plummeting into the depths of a bottomless ravine. Gravity’s pull into a cumulus was strong enough to make my heart skip a beat. I suddenly fall a prey to a sudden fabled luridness, geminate and haloed, gleaming my sight, accompanied by a far flung echoing of angelic odes. As I approached the light, the tunes were more like a phone ringtone turning into loud screeching noise closer to my ears. I jumped out of my bed and then realized that it was my early morn alarm. Sometimes it’s fascinating how dreams can make your nights shorter.

The Balance

A Sincere Covenant
Between the heart and the mind
Is sometimes blinded by the disparity of the soul
Savage thoughts misleads the mind
Sore collectives scars the heart
Injustice to both quarantines the soul
To Restore a Balance between all three
IS Still a misconstrue.

The Knot

It has been a week since I had “THE KNOT” tied. Officially I take in a new last name of the person whom I will be sharing an eternal relationship. Connecting myself with the new ambience I am gradually plummeting into the role that I will maneuver. Having lived a self absorbed slipshod life for the past 4 years, time has now taken a toll for a turnover for me to be the meticulous grafter who implants and restores when needed. Watching the world scurry through time where life any minute is capricious, I believe my lucky stars will conspire to focus on my new expedition ahead.