Moving over the edge

We are slaves of our temptations. We fall a prey to distractions that throw us over the edge; the edge of practicality that is a foremost obligation to fulfill an undertaking.
The need to take a sharp detour may feel at times alluring , and we miss the goal that we need to pursue. A silent craving at the back of our minds . an appetite to do what our heart desires.
Remember, the heart and the mind work consensually, but maybe not be with the same impulse.
It’s this impulse that matters. The rationale that we shouldn’t ever forego. We need to dig deeper into our souls and see what moves us over the edge of horizons ; is it the yearning to achieve or a tantalising piece of nuisance we need to give up.
Either way, life goes on. It’s the edge we need to take care of. The edge that could make or break us.

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Battles within us

There are umpteen times when we stop by and wonder what the chaos and where it all emerged from. You feel engulfed and gasp for some space. It only takes a moment of self introspection and contemplation that you actually have been trapped in the momentary tumult of incoherent thoughts; sometimes unexpressed emotions. Bottled within a flow of fluid sentiments and a gurgle of pain. They twirl swiftly, sometimes stopping just to spew another gurgle of agony. We fight these battles on a quotidian basis; shuffling sentiments and unrestrained heartaches like a playful pack of cards. We build towers that come tumbling down with just a brief blow of cold air. The dreams we built were just not strong enough to hold each other together.  We decide to build another , but think better of it. We strategize to hold ourselves together, because falling apart is not what we are destined for.
Emotions and sentiments seem imprudent at the start, but they all start to make sense once they are pinned to our hearts. Tighter this time and not easily unfastened and even if they did, they are sure to leave harrowing scars.
Sometimes the battles within us are not fought alone; they are fought together.

Wearisome days

Black and white stripes
Of dilapidated images
Lie juxtaposed
And reflected on my retina.
Seeming to me,
Like a delusional chimera.
Bland , vacuous sketches
In a vision splattered
With wishy-washy reveries.
The colours have drained,
Leaving behind mere traces
That moan in solitude,
Jostling amongst each other
Wanting to make
That little streak of colour
Last for just another moment,
On a wearisome day.

Thoughts?

Thoughts are creepy scamps crawling slackly on our minds. Jostling us from a wake moment and pushing us into a labyrinth so solitary yet crowded with unsettling notions; I know I’m trapped. There is this intangible barrier closing in on me. I feel no claustrophobic, but relieved. A rush of berserk assessments in a voluptuous wave of the perpetual thought process. I cling on to the virtual mayhem for wings don’t weigh a bird down. Into the beguiling conundrum, I raise my wings and soar higher…

Claws of servitude

A tear of unkempt agony surfaces her eyeball. Brimming up, it spills the last pe(r)ice of sentiments that she withheld  all this while. She caresses her abandoned wounds like a mother does to her prodigal child. Woebegone but relieved. Seething but pleased. Overwhelmed but irrepressible.
She closes her eyes tight and traverses her mind over the itineraries of life that naively reside somewhere on the back of her head.
She promises a getaway to her devastated self. Arousing an uncompassionate demeanour of a vendetta , her fights are like a fugitive; waiting to be rescued but escaping the claws of servitude in a battle so personal.

Fallback careers

I avert my gaze from a monstrous HVDC transmission textbook, and  I see my vision obscured with vivid images that persuade me to pluck a pen from the stand and scribble a drabble.
Whatever happened to my passion for engineering? If at all I had any. But what I do know is that creative writing has definitely proved to be my best companion. It alleviates my mind and works as a good stress buster.
So now I’m pretty sure what my fallback career would be if engineering doesn’t really work out for me. Just like I have this inclination towards writing , you might have towards painting , singing or some other extraordinary talent. Honestly , you must never give up on these. Because they are the ones which are substantial solace when everything else in your life starts falling apart.
So the next time you start feeling a little queasy and uncertain about your life , I urge you to make the right decision about your career and cling onto dear life.

The mirror of positivity

We always have those times when at home or anywhere else, a mirror hung on the wall grabs our attention like no other.
Whether it’s just a pane of glass on a reflective window or even a teeny weeny piece peeking out from the most extraordinary of places, we stop by and glance. And there are other times, when we gasp at these reflections, wondering how we changed so much overnight.  Well it could also mean that the light effects in the area could have transformed you into a better looking person or unfortunately ugly. So this makes you feel that a mirror is more so an illusion and you never really know when to believe what you are seeing.
I’ve experienced the same when I’ve travelled places. The mirror in my home seems to be awfully obedient showing only my best self and that’s why it turns out to be my favourite. When I encounter my ugly self in the mirror of somebody else’s home, I just stop and gasp . Disoriented  as I feel, I don’t really know which one I’m supposed to believe and which one I shouldn’t. This is how I termed the situation as ‘ The mirror of positivity’. Those are the ones which reflect your best self and infuse you with a great deal of optimism.
Likewise, there are people who could be referred the same way. Some point out your best and persuade you to believe that you are unique and equally wonderful. There are also others who constantly undermine your abilities and point out your not-so-good self. Which is why we need to ascertain what kind of people alleviate our growth and always stay with them. Maybe then we would could focus on our best selves in these mirrors of positivity and embrace a delightful living.

Micro-poetry

        The feeble scrunch

      Of the trampled leaves

      Vandalised the secrecy

               Promised

           In the solemnity

       Of the breaking dawn.

Save energy!

It’s high time we took grave measures to conserve energy.
Energy conservation

Clinging on

           Sometimes,

           Words fail

               And

        Emotions speak;

        Thoughts drain

               And

       Feelings cling on

          Unanimously

             To one’s

            Dear soul;

              Actions

             Succumb

                To a

           Mysterious

               Power;

           And maybe,

           That’s what

              Is called

              As Love?

                Maybe..

Love can be strong, vulnerable thoughtful, tentative and beguiling.
We only have to choose which one of those we wish to cling on…..