Thursday, July 26, 2012

Curiosity

The voices are cheerful. Drinks all around. Story-telling sessions. Someone shares an anecdote; it leaves everyone laughing. A word, a sound – she leaves the room and walks down the corridor. The light from the room shines into the corridor, but most of it is in darkness. She walks into the arms of the darkness. It’s the relentless pull of an old friend. No room for secrets.
The door’s still there - solid, imposing. She rubs her hand lightly over the texture; it feels the same. It brings back memories of all those times she stood in this exact place. She is blinded momentarily by the familiar flashes of pain. Maybe today is like always. Maybe tomorrow.
Unsure as ever, she slowly turns the handle. It feels heavy in her hand. She steps into the room. She remembers it from the last time she was in here. The boxes are all there.  She glances at the shiny, bright-colored boxes as she walk by; a ragged doll, the cover of her favorite storybook, the blanket, a torn sheet out of her first diary. The musty smell wakes her out of her reverie. Even the doll stares accusingly at her. She has been trying so hard, over and over and over again; she pleads with her, but the doll glares relentlessly; she doesn’t want her fairy dress to smell of pain. It doesn’t matter; she will have to try again. She can’t let the smell overtake her beautiful boxes too. That would hurt too much, like all those times when there was no air to breathe.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Perhaps Love Is

The way forward;
The road left behind..

Dreaming of the way things could be;
Reliving how they were..

Hoping you would look into my eyes;
Wondering why you do..

Giving in to impulses;
Holding back from you..

The tears threatening to spill over;
The tenderness you show..

Living all my dreams with you;
Dying before you go..

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Mr. Tambourine Man

"My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming."

The world seems to be getting the better of me - once again. Not sure where to go from here. Wish I could see the way ahead. Dreams refuse to console. The bleakness is over-powering. I actually thought I'd found a way out of this mess I've been sinking into for ages. So much for wishful thinking.

The winner takes it all. Always. So when do I get to be one?

Friday, January 22, 2010

Busted !!

I actually thought no one I knew personally was reading my blogs!! Boo hooooooo, my incognito status is ruined :-(

To be really really honest, it's not as bad as  thought it would be.. and they have to endure my mediocre scribbles, which is enough punishment for finding me out :D

To you two, out there.. painful reading !!

Catching up .. though belated, the wishes are heartfelt ..