Word play...

There is pain. There is sheer agony. But, why or what is anger doing here? Helpless, but there is help and hope somewhere. The moments that overwhelm seem to take over everything nowadays. The flashing of how things should have been keeps elongating as things keep going otherwise in each phase of life. These flashes are blinding more and more of what is visible less and less. A return to who I was becomes inevitable in order to shed what keeps clouding. This, followed by embracing anger again; Only to end up in a never-ending cycle of strife that fails to ripen to rot someday. 

Who...?

Who wrote to you last? Who wishes to see you? Who chooses you over anyone else the most? Who sees what you wish? Who stays when you are in need? Who cares? Who dreams what you deserve? Who mirrors you? Who cheers you? Who keeps you in their sight? Who longs to sit with you? Who talks to you? Who is inside you? Who can wipe your tears? Who can heal your scars? Who loves you? Who walks with you? Who makes you breathe?

Painful confession...

Sometimes you think you are about to break down while not knowing that you have already gone to shreds inside. Sometimes you run away from scribbling what is about to flow out. Sometimes you just hope the day gone past and the moment from the past to be an eternity to live in peace with the one and only one you always wish to breathe your last. In scenarios alike it dawned today. To find some hope or to confide in such hopes, the archives were opened, the tunes were playing, I still tried to postpone. In one instance of a miracle coming alive and slapping hard, I am here now. I wished for you to be here, I wished for a song and all of that happened at once. Right now, typing with trembling fingers, making many a mistake and still scribbling as fast as I could, here we go with a painful confession.

The 'light' connect...

Yet another festival of lights. What makes this worth writing about is yet to be found. But, the reason for this to be documented is cemented in place. Lights. Everywhere. Nothing captures the essence that sums up the beauty, which was once mesmerising. An eerie haunt somewhere in faint remembrance suddenly breaks a sweat, bringing to life the source of light which emanates from a pure heart. What seems to be hovering above appears to match a soul mate's stare or a glare or something. But, why?

Not for me...

I guess it is not for me. Family, friends, a life partner and so much more. It is not for me. I have met her, but not "her". I have seen many people come and go but not the ones who will stay. Is it my fault? No. It is just not for me. Is it a lament? Hell, no! It is a great realisation. Who am I? What am I? It does makes sense now. The veil of mist is clearing off on many such questions and doubts. It never occured to me that it was not for me. Had this hit before, things would have been much more pristine. Just let it go? Huh, I let everything and everyone simply go. Is it over? Yes. It is. But, it is not for me. So, there was never a start, hence, never an end.

Shadowy glory...

There are shadows in the light. There are shadows even in the dark. Not to be taken lightly, there are sightings of shadows everywhere. Faces that have no stature to be shown upfront eventually turn to shadows. Many a face defaced in shame over time, chasing midnight even in daylight, there is no reprieve for these shadowy souls. Once a parasite, latching onto light to dim the luminance, today's shadows are nothing more than a scary sight. In the light, enjoying the fight, taking flight, there is no room for oft-sighted shadows.

Silent chaos...

Every chaos around has fallen silent. Not always do you walk to the terrace so late in the night. In search of something, as if it were readily available at this place and hour. At the silent hour, sitting and gazing at the star-studded sky slowly turn into a cloudy night. A gentle breeze hinting of distant rain, and the faint drizzle slowly kissing the forehead, the visit to the terrace does not seem random anymore.