Q & A

There are so many thoughts in my head. How is it that none of them is worthy of this blank page? How is it that they keep talking to me without my participation. These are some questions a child would have asked. Yes, it would have... maybe i did too.. but I am asking the same questions as probably no one answered them then. It was a child' s curiosity.  Today it is an adult' s rant. So they remain inside my head...talking to me incessantly... proving that every man is for himself. That there is no point of expectations, of society, companionship. As no one cares about the questions which are so obvious, no one has any answers to them. Pursuing them is madness, or unemployment. Those that matter have answers, either you have them or, them...as long as an answer exists it is ok to ask questions...this treatment is so profound that there comes a time that I question those rare seekers. Those who try to make sense out of everything.  Who would tell them now, that as long as the end is poetic, the tragedy doesnt matter.

My Anchor

In the maze of words,
of causes and consequences
in the darkness inside..
floating, uncontrollable and lost
Thoughts look for a meaning,
to hold on to, to guide,
an Anchor, to keep them in the present,
In the Now.
To stop them from rushing ahead... and crawling back
Now is where they aught to be...
My Anchor.. would you come to me,
like yesterday, when meaning was drowning
in that forceful flood of thoughts...
would you extend that arm, to keep it alive
and burning ?
And keep me awake when the night becomes darker,
and my eyes heavy,
Would you help me stay, help me Be?

Hide and Seek

A silent, soft tune in the background, coming from the surrounding fragile trees, under a dimly lit sky, amidst a warm breeze. The beats are light, confident. When the warmth of the evening breeze falls on the tired back, it transforms itself into a soothing delicate touch of a mother. Every step is musical, every breath is a flower, and when the eyes search for something in the sky, you decide to play hide and seek. 

The beats become faster, the music louder, preparing for ecstasy, getting ready.  And as if in synchrony with the beats, drops start falling, one at a time, in the eyes, on the palm, one by one, touching in such elegance that the moment reaches perfection, and it is clear that as another second passes, it wouldn't be perfect anymore. With this knowledge, as if life is to be lived in its entirety in this very moment, every feeling, every experience, memory, every breath battles to be a part of it. And under the hesitant presence of stars in an incomplete dark sky, in this moment of everything, your game continues…