MY OVERTURES

It’s really strange how we really want to hold on to somethings and really get rid of some at the same time. There is always a fight for the two far poles. Always a struggle and a fear of losing something. When they are nothing but our inhibitions to let go, to accept things the way they are and keep moving forward.  Just like, how difficult it is to build an enormous mud castle but then abandon it, to be shattered by other passersby into a heap of mud. But that's the part of the game we agreed to play. We have to let go and never look back. Otherwise there won’t be any mud castles on the beach or no more mud to play with. So which side you rather be! Never try a new game? Or Never let go that has a part of you? I think I am not gonna side with any of them. There is no fun in either. I need to try and I do have to move past that to try another one. It's always a mix of everything.

Oh boy! I am putting out a post here after years. Is like picking an old half read book after a long break. Do I remember the last plot? Would I read with the same prospective? Who cares! I can just start over with a new prospective. I could have created a fresh blog. Its been long enough to shelve this one. But its still me. Though a more younger and naive version of me. But that's what I tag along to reflect how much I have grown and matured over the years. And what still remains the same. With this note, I also end the prologue of my next post which is on the same lines(quite literally). Though that was written before this one, but I needed a Welcome back note for myself.

Hatred, loath, abhorrence! They all mean the same thing; the emotion which raise the pulse rate and creates a pressure point in your head (we call it stress) which arises on account of the offending behavior of someone, some ego clashes or any other such recent occurrence you may recall(where you thought ‘damn! I hate this person’). Causes maybe diverse but the end result is the same, feeling of disgust, anger and the foremost, fatigue. That’s really true though we don’t usually realize it but we do tire ourselves out with this extra load on our minds along with the routine chores which take up a large chunk of the permanent stack which inversely affects our efficiency and concentration in work due to overloading our brain. So is the reason philosophers call it negativity (it’s mathematically proven). Still we don’t do much to curb it and the irony is, the concerned people are not even aware that they are causing us this much discomfort(as a matter of fact, even if they

Imagination, Is it really something that we think which is beyond reality, or an alternate reality in which we could have been but we are not! So our brain gives us the glimpse of the alternative where we could have been based on some alterations in the decisions we had taken in the past or a reality in which we can be by the decisions we need to take; which we usually call ‘possibility’ and that’s where the word “possible“ emerges validating possibility to be a possible reality. Until and unless we are in the moment everything is a possibility and each possibility coincides with its own reality, and where we are going to end up is based on the decision we make. So we actually live on a huge holographic web where with every step (little or big), we place ourselves on an intersection of a probable reality. If by any chance time travel into the past becomes possible with the ability to retain our future memory then yes! We may even be able to change the path of our life from that po

Moving down the lane One to the right,after a long walk Other a four minutes ride, I pass by on my holiday mornings And many more spread around the city Created a symphony of peace and rite A house of worship; pious and serene Holding on our believes and trust in lord. A place always looked forward to, When seeking some answers Or sanity of the master. A citadel for my refuge When master heralds a storm. Defeating down the enemies, The place was my wonderland. But drifting with time, I can now see the shadows Outside the fortress, Pleading for help and mercy From the wounded souls Eyes with a spirit of hope long gone I hear no symphony, No one to hold their believes and trust Just a stillness of stationary lives Caught on fragile boats, Amid a huge ocean Waves Rattling the base Taking them no closer to the shore I feel no peace, But a riot of injustice These boundaries create, And find these visits nothing But de

‘Fishing the cobwebs’ would have suited the title more, looking at my state of mind; and that’s how it functions, keeps rolling in the past back and forth, place to place. But the very idea of absurdity of this phrase brings me here. Cobwebs signify old, gone by things, memories; a net we tend to get trapped in. In all this, a bizarre thought of bunnies brings me to my teddy looking at me with a sweet smile, which I know would never fade; this look, that would ever change and the little heart it holds wishing me birthday, who I know would say nothing but “Happy Birthday”, no longer makes this thought bizarre but a reminder of all the good things in life, all the love and affection I share, all the comfort I enjoy, the good deeds I did, the beautiful flowers in the vase, the little kids running on the street, the sunshine, beauty of the full moon I saw last night, the refreshing fragrance of the damp earth, the mischiefs that made mom frown and then smile at me; the worries and anxiet