My Ramblings

I want to fly-off fifteen floors, “Why shouldn’t you”, The convoluted life, they fuss, Hell no fun without it, you say! Crazy life no time, Yet time we manufacture To shed our tears, No trouble there albeit. Losing it, whining.  Empirical. Things n ot occuring so normally  To you.  Above that the life’s so Messy. ‘Cause we make it so. Trusting, go figure what is, Happy with the cuts and wounds. Alright if we’re healed, but Souvenirs are fun to us. The mask, we just  enjoy  The illusion. A fragile puritan inside. And so scared are we of the wolves around.   Angry and freckled but no Retribution, something you don’t get. Why immolate, you ask, With looks so empty.  Finding answers for us,  With that semblance questioning Why you hate it all so much? We'll get an answer, trust me!  Lost on words, still I make an effort. Garbled, they sound, but the heart   Concurs. And, no troubl...

They told her to try, She knew it better, But still tested her nerves, May be solace could come in handy. She had done it before, The results no different, Something always seemed misfit, But she was not a weakling. “Baby, could you dive in”, The pit so deep in. Tired of herself, People thought she was pushover. “Anything for you, love”, She said and dived in. The onlookers throttled, Anxiety was far from her. Never knew who she was. A brave heart or a torn one. But rattled were they who had Tormented her. Bullied her. But the warrior was determined, World’s no haven, she agreed Finally. And life thought so too Time she donned a mask.   

She looked so simple, nothing out of the ordinary. I would not have picked her out from the crowd had she not come to me on her own. It was a sunny morning, and that too a Sunday. And as part of my Sunday ritual, I was overloaded with so many things in both my hands. I could swear I had my hands stuck but they were not more than my sedan’s boot-space could handle. But just as I thought I had them stuffed inside the trunk, they started tumbling out one after the other and I stood there watching with the despair I had accumulated in my life till date. She must have pitied me because she came running.  She helped me put all those spilled beans from the now-tattered bags. Few chips packets were torn. My breaths were almost rising when she came towards me. I was overwhelmed and I couldn’t just  not  ask her for a cup of coffee. She came from an affluent house, I could say by looking at her demeanor, and her clothes more-or-less.  We introduced ourselves and without gi...