Lost and never found..

A song that brings back memories of a moment.
A place that reminds of someone.
A thought you cannot control.
A fact you cannot ignore.
A time that has gone.

Do you reminisce the old times- Happy and sad both? Do you sometimes wonder-“What if..?” Do you wish to turn back time? Do you die to live a moment again? I know you do. And you know you cannot. There is no escaping this. Every moment lived is a moment lost and a memory born. For the better or worse, Life goes on.

And so as they say- This too shall pass.

Each moment a story unfurls,
In a life that lasts a few breaths,
I have come far, clueless how.
In a flash now is then.

My world is a delusion?
Beneath this vanilla sky,
I’d rather not know a vision from reality,
It is what you think it is.

There is forever,
Only for that which is gone.
Time is indomitable,
You lose it when you are in it.

I smile and look forward,
to what beckons.
There shall be my last.
I will have my forever too.

Confined and helpless
You and I prepare for victory,
What happens, is for the best,
I have known no better escape.

CONTRADICTION

The room is dim and bright,
My Head is blank and cluttered,
My Breath is steady and fast,
Your grip is firm and loose,
Your words are hollow and mellow.

Search within me if it suits you,
You will be lost and you will be found,
Ask me if you please,
You will be answered and you will be questioned,
Be with me if you dare to,
You will live and you will die.

I communicate with eyes and your soul is deaf,
You hit me hard and I am numb,
I comply and yet I fight,
You conquer and yet you loose.
I am hated and I am loved.

I see the clock tick,
The time is still.
The curtain moves,
There is no breeze.
My heart beats,
No, not for you.
And then a tear
Yes, I weep for you and me.

Come close, you will be far.
You know me,
And so you know you will never know me.
You don’t spell and I can still hear it all.
Every moment is a paradox.
My life is a flawless contradiction.

Overchoiced..

Fire never started on its own. Some things don’t work lest they are triggered. Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s me. I hereby inaugurate my blog. Irrational, forthright, clichéd and mine.

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth”

The Road not taken- Robert Frost (1874–1963).

A choice. A confusion. I’d rather have both than not have any.
There are some choices you don’t have. Your maid never had the choice of being you.
And then there are some no brainers. Say Harvard vs. IIPM, Black vs. Stark in-your-eye-lemon-yellow, Jude law vs. Imran Hashmi, Friends vs. Fashion House, Kishore Kumar vs. Himesh Reshamiya blah blah. And do trust me if you will, I have nothing against people who’d choose IIPM, Stark in-your-eye-lemon-yellow, Imran Hashmi, Fashion house and Himesh Reshamiya preferably or not preferably in that order. After all, choices are subjective. But these are rather obvious.
I talk of choices that create confusion. The ones that are almost equally good or equally bad for that matter. The ones that don’t tell you where they'll take you. The ones that are so different and yet so much the same. The ones that give you nightmares. The ones that make you smile. The ones that make you ponder. The ones that make you give up on the same. The ones that make life difficult. The ones that make life easy. The ones that challenge you. The ones that comfort you.
I am haunted by them. And glad that I am.

Therefore: My choicest confusions. and more.