The Tangled Territory

Yes, The Rules... I was a prisoner and i guess i still am, prisoner to the notion of sanctity when i was guided by the distress caused by others, customs which failed to arouse the light, thoughts that gave my mind a sweet freedom to be acknowledged by the ones who in my realm weren’t there, but outside they were. Was i supposed to be mortified, the question failed me for the answer could had been a hypocrisy, my own hypocrisy in favour of my ideals. Is this what we call religion? I’m a religious person, or rather I’m not an atheist but wasn’t religion all about being unbiased but then it was me who failed my own religion by seconding my notions that were otherwise supposed to be dissected and thrown. Had it not been for my own self wouldn’t i had done the latter but i was a hypocrite and laid on the verge of dropping myself into an ocean from which i will never.....here i will have to give a pause, because irrespective of how diplomatic you are, one always remain a slave to his instincts, no matter how mature you are, one always succumb to their naive needs, and no matter how creative you are, the worst or best in you is always yet to come. The plethora of dark waters where we take a dip no matter how milk-like our intentions are. Is it true that life’s a stage and we are the puppets but where is the King and what are the Rules???

An Ode To Life

It becomes important to realize that how sometimes, the small talks which I most often tend to avoid owing to not so social person that I am, yes these very talks can change the sprint you’ve been taking in life. On such occasions you are yet again faced with the notions, you have since long adopted but which become rusted with life. Today, while with my kin, my aunt just said,” live this life, it won’t ever come back.” I answered her with a genuine smile and the conversation followed allowing me to ponder over the thought still. I was rather taken aback by that innocent remark. It had already awaken in me a sense if I was doing the same, living this life as if it was the last or failed it by living as if it will last forever. It was so true that never again will I get this life back when I will be like a free bird, an open book, these days when I was on the verge of stepping into the new corporate world. The days which are now just about making new friends, inventing yourself will soon be wrapped up in various facets of family ties, corporate obligations, and emotional conflicts.

Naah, point to be revisited, why should I even consider that soon others will get hold of my life, my life will forever remain while. I have to live my “this life”, no doubt, but living the rest also in the same plight is what matters. I will never get my life again, an opportunity to grow and learn the best way I choose, a chance to touch various arenas of life, to kiss the skies, climb the mountain tops, dive into the oceans deep, go beyond the limits, laugh insanely, dance madly till I drop, romance with the highs and rest on the lows. As am writing this, I already like the essence of it and all ready to hit the treadmill!

A Forbidden Treat

Half slept, half wake, half happy, half sad,

Emotions are imposters,

They do deceive

More than humans, they do defeat

The rolls of laughter

The silence of tears

In the same heart, they bring us near.

The anxiety of fall,

The maturity of step,

Caught us amidst the profound mess

The hustle of talks

The bustle of noise

Tends to send my world afar

The rhetoric of void

The disguise of malice

Often hurled into the nausea unbound

The eerie thought

The spooky smile

At wits’ end were my notions sacked

Was it bright?

Was it dark?

The gray across the skies now, were fall of the past!