Sapna's diary

A piece of note from Sapna's diary - 

"Finally, I took off that ring from my finger today. Cant believe it took me five years to realise that I should.

My ring finger looks pale, and non- beautiful. A white mark encircles the skin where the ring tightly held it for 6.5 years. It doesn't pain, though. A harder skin of the other fingers touches this new soft white part.

There is an unusual feeling in the hand. A little scratchy though. Of course it will remain. It is natural.

 My middle finger is feeling sort of blank. A feeling that something is missing, that it continued to play with unconsciously.

There is a little silence too. No metals banging. The ring in the middle finger is not beating against its usual partner.

I switched off the light and tried to sleep. No diamonds to twinkle in the dark. I wonder how darkness was trapped  inside the little pieces of light for so long."

Sometimes Darkness frees us from the prisons of the shadows that Light confines us to... 

May be...

  

May be

I am just a story teller

May be

I am just a bubble of your imagination

May be

I am the last word you want to hear

May be

I am the beginning or the end of your world, or both

May be

I am a dream locked inside your eyes

May be

I am No one

Or, may be

I am You

The Physics of Quest

― Elizabeth Gilbert ( Eat, Pray, Love)

“I've come to believe that there exists in the universe something I call "The Physics of The Quest"- a force of nature governed by laws as real as the laws gravity or momentum. And the rule of Quest Physics maybe goes like this:

 "If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting (which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments)

and set out on a truth-seeking journey(either externally or internally),

and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, 

and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, 

and if you are prepared - most of all -to face (and forgive) some very difficult realities about yourself....

then truth will not be withheld from you." 

I know You

Draped inside

the staggering faith

Floating over

the uneven surface of dying hopes

I know You exist... 

The Mirror

Each time I stood in front of  the mirror

A stranger peeped from behind

Gesturing some odd signs

Unused symbols

Strange sounds

Unusual shadows

Warning me of the twisted silences

Cautioning me of blank expressions

Filled in my eyes, blurring my vision

When I closed my eyes

It whispered in my ears

"White fields in the black clouds await you on the paths untravelled..."

Sketches of Words

From the sharpened pencils

To my used up refills

I have been sketching your words

All night

And now when I have confessed all

I feel like starting it up all again...

Last Breath

I am sinking down

In the middle of this ocean

Of questions.

The saline water

Slowly choking up my lungs.

I have salvaged

this last breath

to say "I knew you'd come..."

Castle of Destiny

Is it the silence

Or the loneliness

That bangs my door
At nights 

Why do I not think of fleeing

From this castle of destiny 

Let's have some Romance

And today, I really wanted to write something romantic.

I think romance shows a part in you which is always blossomed, just that we ignore and close the doors of the gardens in Spring. A song in the car, a couple holding hands in the garden, teenagers kissing on the road probably pulls us back to it.

We relate romance with someone we love/ loved. We have our peculiar things attributing to this feeling- our favorite movie, place, dress, restaurant, incident and all. Lovers come and leave. Sometimes they take your share of romance with them.

I saw a dear friend yesterday with beer in one hand and a cigarette in another, enjoying his evening by himself. It was such a simple of having a toast of romance with yourself.

I asked myself if I could really make love to myself this way- by offering myself something I loved. Food, shopping and music..! Naah..Enough! Ok, so, meditation? Ammm ... Hard to say no, but not now. Dressing hot and going seaside by myself and forgetting my phone at home? Amm, can be considered.... What about calling someone who had a crush on you and feeling important... Oops... na na! Anichya Anichya!

I closed my eyes, for the answer to float ultimately in the pool of thoughts. And, it did. The answer brought a smile in eyes. Writing. Yes, writing. My love. No second thoughts on it. I knew I'd write boring/ useless poetries that none understood or was interested in, in those 'romantic moments with self' but it was all for myself, for the me of I.

It is 5 in the morning, I haven't slept all night and I am having this romantic time with myself.

Just imagine, this is beyond the generic "I love you" as there is no "you" in my love..just me. No fear of betrayal, no probability of non- attraction, no ambiguity about the future and no nagging insecurities and the trauma of remembering anniversaries and birthdays! Wow!! 

The Irony

When it is full

It feels like..

An empty vessel

A blank paper

A voiceless whisper

A destinationless voyage

A ruined dome

An injured dove

An endless wait

A meaningless strife  

What an irony..

When we feel we have accomplished

It only deepens the loss..

The Graveyard Flower

Don't know if I am waiting for death 

Or if it has passed..

I just lie here on this grave

Gazing at the immaculate skies..

From here, my last life appears quite familiar..