MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING….

In the lonely bliss of solitude…

I look upto the troubled sky

And try to remember a day

Far..Far…away

In the oblivion on my inner self

With portions of recollections

And wishful imageries of my subconscious mind

And ..I suddenly seem to realize

That quite a bit of me is still unused…

Somewhere..my mind is still unamused..

My energies are yet to be depleted..

Some subconscious goals still remain uncompleted..

Till now my life seems to be …

Yet another un-integrated  story..

Written by a classic imperfect author..

Without a plan or a thought of splendour

Remembrances of which flash up in patches

Like a lightening flash ripping the darkness to light..

For a fraction of a second..

They often come in the murky haze of obscurity..

And sometimes emphatically etched..

On my dust laden mental archives.

I try to remember the first thought..

Eversince I was born…

As I look into the eyes of my infant child..

Blabbering meaningful thoughts and illusions..

Beyond my threshold of comprehensions..

Caught in the labyrinth of her bitter sweet imagery

Trying to express no one could decipher

Yet can have a glimmer of her feelings..

That of pain,hunger,mirth and the need for sleep.

No conclusions or inferences I’d need to make

The painting of my life so far…

Is too dynamic to be framed…

Too many experiences to be written

A plethora of of situations worth remembering…

And forgotten the next instant..

In case you wish to take a plunge into me

Take a look at the little world within me..

Don’t touch ,don’t hold,but just feel for me..

From the oblivious miles…

But why would you care..?

Since it is all there within you

Very similarly as it is within me…!

I may not be remembered

And maybe you will..

It all depends upon one’s expressive skills

We talk,we touch,we hit,we live

But the feeling of love is not what we can give

Apart from ourselves….And to those people,

Whom we swear to love today…

Since today is a time for pleasure..

And if tomorrow comes..it might be a day..

Where promises are meant to be broken..

Pebbles of petrified soft feelings needs to be shaken

For the feelings of disarray to fall in place..

Before it’s time to move on..it;s time to race