Mineswept

" Maybe it is really a game someone is playing with us. This life, I mean. And my theory is that it is probably just an advanced version of MINESWEEPER. So, for every person out there, there is one event/step/mis-step/person/lie/something that leads to your downfall - slow downfall. Like slow poison. So once you have hit that snag, which as per the game, you never should have, it will just be like walking into a mad fire and keep walking till you burn progressively into ash. Just a thought. A theory, actually. I'm still working on it."

Of fairy tales..

"So ja, Pari" – He said

Why do you call me Pari?

"Because you wear white clothes and you have invisible wings when you wake up next to me.
Oh and that far fetched look in your eyes. And then there is something absolutely magical about you."

Out.

And so I walk out,

With careful steps

Lest I spoil your dream.

I wish you beautiful days and wondrous nights,

Sweet musings and endless flights,

All and everything that makes you sleep,

Like you do tonight.

And night after night after night.

And I slowly shut the door on my way out.

Remembrance

There is no healing.

It’s not a wound.

I am fighting and I am losing.

This battle and my head too,

Hollowed, hallowed.

No more me, no more you.

For that’s all that will remain – the one truth in all the lie,

The lifetime in a life,

And all the little things I will remember you by.

Note to self - Part III

You know the feeling of that elusive kind of freedom. Not just physically but mentally? I think I figured out the reason. Often times, we start following patterns, most of the times unknowingly. And we stay there – Trapped in those patterns. First and foremost, identify the patterns. You can’t fight a dragon you can’t see. And, like Mario, you will lose to the fire spewing dragon several times before you can save the princess in you but you've got to keep trying because you want to see what awaits you beyond the misery.

The first thing I do every morning is look out my bedroom window and see this magical tree. I saw it shed its leaves and every day I see new buds, new leaves forming. Pink leaves turning yellow and then green. It’s beautiful and its magical. To think of it, it’s all about time and the little things we fill it up with, really. Isn’t that what life’s made up of? But we can’t hurry things up. Everything cannot be like these buds turning into flowers overnight. Every magic takes its own time to reveal. So, give yourselves time to blossom. Feel the goodness around you. And start knocking that evil pattern down little by little everyday. Oh! And smell the fragrance of freedom when you are out. See you on the other side, kiddo!