Thursday, February 4, 2010

No. Not explaining or analysing anything. It’s just a broken string of reflections.


I feel this moment…this very one.
It’s good.
Peaceful…one with myself, I am at rest.
It’s devoid of pain and fear… I am me for now.
I lay down my pretension, let go of my inhibitions and give myself up to the time and the moment.
I hear my thoughts…it’s been long since we met.
A million hopes fly by- my wishes and fantasies…to fulfill which, I run. Have lost count of how many they were.
But for now, they are not bound to me.
This moment in time …. It’s me.

We no longer let ourselves be. The race is on…day in and day out. And on the way all that’s left to show for it are the people we hurt, the tears we didn’t see, nameless faces, the words unspoken, the help not lent, the moments lost, thoughts unexplored…this rut that we call life, has left us numbed. There is no denying the remorse that we live with. But then weren’t these the compromises that we drew to make this life, a little more bearable, as we run to feel it all, see it all and live it all? And even when the finishing line is near, all that we have for real is an illusion, a compromise.
Oh if we were to feel the utter joy of sheer nothings in life!
• Sleeping to the sound of rain drops falling on the roof
• A palm caressing your hair
• Rocking to sleep, on the berth of a train like a baby in a cradle
• A stray hair wandering on your face as the wind blows by
• The tingling sensation of tracing names on your back
• Cuddling a baby
• The aroma from a hot mug of coffee
• A whiff of wet sand after rain
• Walking bare-foot on dewy grass
• Bathing in a stream
• The smell of forest
• And exactly that! That thought that you thought of but didn’t find it here.

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