Monday, August 31, 2009

The chase, the capture, the thrill.
That's what it was about.
It was like a hunter and his prey.
The silent shadowy footsteps, lurking in deep dark corners, and the mind-numbing attack.
The sudden ambush, that gave you no time to think, or react, or even breathe.
The chase had started a long time back, unknown to me.
The thrill was everlasting.
The capture was about to take place.
So how was i supposed to save myself?

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Remember Me, is such a fantastic novel. More than anything else, it reminded me that things that seem perfect are not always perfect. We are humans. We make mistakes. We need to accept that as a fact and move on, because Life can never be perfect. And if spend our life waiting for perfection, one day we'll realise that life itself has passed us, and gone its way.
I was lost in thought as usual in class. I kept thinking of how things were so ever-changing between us. They were never constant. Never the same. We kept moving at break-neck speed, flitting like a butterfly from one destination to another, never settling down. We were gypsies. We never knew excatly what we wanted, so we tried everything, and ran away from everything.
We ran. ran away from each other too. It was the truth, there was no point denying it,
But we ran, didnt we? So we ran away from the truth too, choosing not to see.

Friday, August 28, 2009

I miss beaches. I love the way the waves curl up at your feet. I love the way the silence echoes. I miss being mesmerized by their beauty. I miss lying down in the sand, and looking up at the stars, with the water tickling me.
Why did i love them so much?
Maybe it had something to do with the way the stars and the sea merged at night. It was simple, pure and quiet. Silent, but awe-inspiring.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The rain continues to pour down thunderously. I hesitantly look out. The most panoramic view stares right back at me. The rain seems to have bestowed, showered this freshness onto everything it touches. I wish I could run into the rain so it would bring back the life in me. I’m in a self imposed exile, running away from problems, people and life in general.

The leaves that were dead once upon a time seem alive now. They sway and dance about, rejoicing at the power of the rain. The wind rushes through them, making them smile. I step out. The waves of rain, dance lightly on my skin, making me tremble. A cool breeze hits my face, making my hair fly. I want to fly too. I want to believe. I want inspiration. And I want this rain to make me alive too. Something. Anything.

Why this enlivening rain can’t make me happy anymore, I wonder as I fall to the grass. Not wanting to trudge back indoors, into the darkness, I lie down, breathing in the heady scent of the rain, melting into the ground, merging with the mud, to give this intoxicating vapour.
My thoughts, unknowingly, wander to you. To you, and all that you did. Doubts and guilt crawl into my mind, with a view to destroy. I try to resist the attack, I try to fight back, but I’m weak. I crumble. And soon, my tears too merge with the mud.

When I think of you, I feel no pain. That’s a good thing. But there isn’t any happiness either. Which I think is a bad thing. So I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong or what’s right. I don’t know anything that has anything to do with you anymore. I don’t even know what to do, or what to think of you anymore.

Everything is still now. I don’t know if this is the lull before the real storm, or if the storm has already passed. Nothing moves anymore. Everything is still, just like me. The scene has changed to a dark, murky and gloomy one. There is a certain uneasy calmness, almost sinister, that rests above, ready to break any moment. And so I continue to live in fear.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Maybe it was just a high-school romance.
Maybe this had to happen.
Maybe we were never meant to be together forever.
Maybe it was just the magic of first love.
Maybe this was always supposed to be temporary.
Maybe we had to break-up because of the distance.
Maybe you don’t love me anymore.
Maybe it’s for the best.
Maybe I’ll fall in love again.
Maybe we had to break up.
Maybe its over.
And maybe, maybe, just maybe, it isn’t.
The many million maybes strung together.
Yeah, that’s what I like to call hope.