Rolling over

Tiny drops of wonder with a dash of breeze,

Rolled over, 

And fetched her those memories.

Her innocent rainbow eyes in awe,

Exuding countless emotions.

That scattered army of high-headed ants,

A disturbed symmetry of birds,

Those street bullies hounding shelter,

And many other train of thoughts.

Rolling over,

How much had she aged?

But still these rains

Bring back,

The girl by her bedside loving a drizzle,

That happy kid with a "Rainy day",

Tricking over to be HER again.

Those dewdrops were not from a winter twilight

But a flash borrowed from her childhood.

Its Untitled

Its a compilation of nothing.

There are many morals to many stories. Some without morals as well, which is applicable to everything today. As kids we are told the story of a the Shepard, thirsty crow, rabbit & tortoise and so on. We did think that these stories will sail us through . Ever did we know that someday all stories will merge together to change what we always thought. Now we are all ignorant, maybe its better like that.

This is Untitled. Random. 

"If at 35 yrs you are still poor , you deserve it." "113 Mn in India are jobless-Census"
"Mangalyaan, India set to make history" . "Happy Blore waving to NaMo" while
"Tiger kills man in Delhi zoo after silently watching him for 15 mins"
"Too many selfies on FB hurt relationships" ."OMG look at the cleavage" by TOI

Yes indeed today is full of contradictions. Unless we find some symmetry in our lives. 

Thesaurus says Untitled is incognito, unacknowledged, uncelebrated, undistinguished, unfamed, unnoted, unsung, unheard and unknown . That is what our lives have become. 

Look around, its just a pile of people running .
Indeed, a compilation of nothing. 

The Perfect Nothing

That day of nullity, sounds familiar?

Of course we all like to have some days when we just wish to think about nothing, keep the mind idle & blank. Like a spa for the brain.

That's pure bliss. Basically nothing to do with anything . When you look back there is a hint of guilt but then is'nt it worth it.

In our busy & buzzy world filled with bland colors , the whole hustle-bustle just keeps us occupied but we are actually just staring at changing dates on a Laptop/mobile screens because physical calenders are so passe. Making an irritating daily 'to do' list & there is that exhaustive feeling, always.Though you never can guess what that 10 hour a day work is worth..yes , besides some money in your bank account. You can consider yourself a moron if a beep in your phone on the 1st of every month gives you a kick?? 

Still , it is not something that defines you because it is not anything you identify with. You see an apple for 10 days, you might get used to it, same is with a Job or a chore. 

Its just a means to an end which is to use the spare time to have the Perfect Nothing days. 

Ironically , it should have been the opposite, but nonetheless. Duties and responsibilities can bog us down. The savior is a day off, not for just for your body but an official day off for your mind.  

Its all worth the while, sometimes when you look at yourself from the sidelines , smiling that its good to do nothing someday . A light, airy feeling gives you a day which is a 'perfect nothing'. No strings pulling you down, no worries tumbling over your head & no hurries to reach a place where you never wanted to be... just your time under the sun, only you . Forget not , live a perfect day doing nothing.  

The Fall

Just sitting there in her room her eyes were fixed on someone

Was she hallucinating?

She saw a pretty woman almost gone half crazy & sobbing

There in a corner which was dimly lit 

 With her hazy vision, She saw a silhouette covered in helpless cries

“Why this plight, look at me” she pleaded, while gazing towards that corner

Her words did not seem to create any stir

The corner seemed too distant, “Can I reach her?”

She sprung up from her chair & got restless

Tried hard to get to her, the shapeless silhouette took form

She could identify those sobs , the darkness & color of that emotion

The dullness which engulfs and consumes us

Alas. A mirror never lies.

She could see her, Herself.

Life hadn’t been as easy for her

Some wrong turns and it led to a cliff at the edge of a sea

Alone and not in a beloved company.

A convincing moment where its not a weakness to let go

But it’s the strength to not hold on

Just right there, she is here everyday, each moment.

She wasn’t as strong then but could she stop today

Stop herself from not falling, what was at stake?

Today there was nothing .

Incessantly she had been searching for herself

In a flash, she had completely lost herself

Untied now, Slipping away

It was a free fall, her final fall

PS- No reason can ever justify giving up your own life. It is a fall.